Tattoo Master landed in an alleyway, brushing himself off. He looked up and saw that he was in a dead end. "Well, I've landed in worse places."
The villain froze in fear once he heard the sound of a motorcycle coming from behind him."There is no escape from me", said the Ghost Rider, standing up from his vehicle and swinging his chain in a circle in his hand.
"Wanna settle the score, hothead? Fine. Too bad there's no heroes to help out this time."
Ghost Rider wrapped his chain around his arm, which he thrusted forward, making the end of chain dash towards Tattoo Master, who caught it before it could hit him.
Unfortunately, however, the chain heated up, singing the villain's hand. He hissed in pain, but pushed through and tugged his opponent towards him. Ghost Rider hit the wall, releasing his weapon."Let's settle this like real men, or whatever the hell you're supposed to be."
Tattoo Master threw a punch, but it was dodged by Ghost Rider, who swung a fist in his rib. Next he thrusted his knee into the villain's back.
The villain nearly fell down to the ground, but maintained his stance.
He launched two black tendrils at Ghost Rider's legs, making him fall flat to the ground. Tattoo Master stomped on his head several times, before grabbing the collar of his leather jacket and throwing him against the wall. The Ghost Rider began to wake up, but had his face smashed into the wall, and again, and again, over and over.
"This would've been easier for you if your head wasn't a skull."
Tattoo Master ignored the burning sensation on his hand from holding Ghost Rider's flaming head.
There came a delay in the beating, until Tattoo Master shrouded his hand with his quirk, smashing Ghost Rider's head into shards.
"Little bitch. All bark and no bite."
Once the villain's back was turned, the shards of bone glowed and hovered closer together, reforming the head of the Ghost Rider. "The day I leave this world, is the day judgement has been delivered to all." Ghost Rider's hands lit up."Permanently."
The two opponents ran at each other, with Tattoo Master throwing punch, but missing Ghost Rider as he slid across the ground and grabbed his chain.
He threw it ahead into Tattoo Master's face, breaking his nose.
The chain was thrown again, this time it wrapped around the villain's waist, being pulled closer to his opponent. Once he was close enough, Ghost Rider delivered a fatal punch, dislocating Tattoo Master's jaw."All bark, no bite? You were mistaken."
Tattoo Master glared at the spirit of vengeance, creating an axe, preparing to swing it at him.
But it was to no avail, as Ghost Rider grabbed his arm, and broke it.
Seeing no chance of winning this, Tattoo Master only had one option. He created a few tendrils and impaled Ghost Rider against the wall, detaching them then creating himself wings and flying away.
Ghost Rider burned the black spears that held him back, hopping on his bike and driving after the villain.But he was too late. Tattoo Master was long gone.
. . .
The door opened, and Ochako walked into the room, seeing her boyfriend on his bed fast asleep.
He still had his clothes on, and was resting above the bed cover. She walked closer, and tapped his shoulder. Izuku's head flew up, looking left and right to see where he was."Morning sleepyhead", giggled Ochako, planting a soft kiss on Izuku's forehead. "Ochako? Oh-!"
Izuku fell off his bed and bowed before Ochako.
"I'm so sorry I left you alone last night! I just transformed, so I-!"
"Deku, it's okay. You had no control over it. I'm not mad. At least you didn't do it in the middle of the date. That would've been a little mean."
Izuku scratched the back of his head embarrassingly.
"Now come on! The sun is up! We need to get to school!"The greenette got up and dressed himself while Ochako left the room. Izuku joined soon after and went to go eat breakfast with the rest of their classmates.
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Deku: Spirit of Vengeance
FanfictionIn order to save his mother, Izuku Midoriya made a deal with a devil. But it came at a great cost. By day, Izuku Midoriya is your average hero in training. But by night, he is something more horrifying than anything you've ever seen.