Underground Hatred - My Hero Origins (MHO)

11: Touch Starvation of the Delinquent

Word Count: 2408

TW: Mentions of Blood and Death

(Kat)

 As she hit the ground, Kat stumbled with a small cry, tripping over her own feet. Though, the brick wall in front of her caught the fall, her torso slamming into it. Her heart was a pounding mess, trying to catch a breath along with her lungs. Her amber eyes focused on the pale, shaking fingertips against the wearing-brown bricks.

Spinning her body back around to place her back against the wall as stability, Kat faced herself with Davis, who appeared just as apathetic as usual. Her eyebrows quirked upwards a tad, eyes wide with exasperation and bewilderment.

"That was an experience," Kat breathed out, leaning her head against the brick. Her hair splayed outwards, the once billowing, wild mangling tangles in the fiery orange strands.

"S—Sorry, I—I forget people don't fly sometimes," Davis stuttered, reaching a hand up and rubbing the back of his neck. His visor peered towards the ground out of embarrassment.

"I feel like I should've expected it," Kat laughed dryly. Her trembling fingers dug into her hair, attempting to comb out the tangles. "It's already happened once before—but we were also in danger during that time frame."

Kat tore her eyes off Davis and to their surroundings. The two sat in a small, cramped alleyway that held garbage cans and unwanted materials against the walls. Fire escapes hung above their heads five stories above, the sun at the setting mark to prevent any rays from hitting the dimmed shadows. The far streets were muffled, as if they were placed blocks away despite themselves hiding in front of a building. Not a soul stirred, just the chilly air that whipped at Kat's feet, flicking her knee-length pink skirt against the joints. The cold soaked into her leggings, goose bumps running across her arms underneath her black utility jacket.

The streets that once lit Kat's sight no longer aided her in her line of sight. The darkly shrouded aisle was a difficult adjustment, Davis's face slowly shaping into a blob that she had trouble deciphering; her eyes squinted at the man. "It's so fucking dark."

The silhouette of Davis's hand reached into his jacket pocket, snagging his smartphone. The brilliant light of the phone lit the area between the two, Kat flinching away at the brutal meeting.

"Yep, that definitely helps," she squeaked. The changes in lighting were straining her already-atrocious sight, blind spots dancing around Davis.

"L—Let's find a way in," Davis stuttered in a mutter. His lanky legs wandered to Kat's left, eyes behind the visor focusing on the brick wall.

Kat's body turned to follow the phone's light. She pleaded her eyes to adjust and not get caught in trouble again. With one hand against the wall, she wandered after Davis, letting him find the door while she struggled to follow along. "So, where do you think the files are? And will they have any personal information on Sean?"

"T—There's probably a computer system," the man started to explain. He paused at a certain spot of the wall, Kat following the freeze. "I—I'm not sure if it'll be in use—hell, even if a computer will be in there, b—but we can try looking."

"I hope you know how to work the computer if we find one. I'm complete shit at that stuff when it comes to a new program."

Kat's vision began to adjust, her eyes able to find Davis hovering a hand over a door knob. The light on his phone switched off, the device stuffed into his pocket, and a new light came into view: the strange, electric blue eyes she only spotted a couple of times before. Even after seeing it countless times, Kat was taken aback every time.