Sunsets

Screech

It had been less than five minutes and there was no sign of help or heros. He was getting fidgety, his foot tapping on the ground at a fast pace.

He turned his gaze to Stain, Iida, Native, and Todoroki. They were all out cold.

Deku sighed. This was not his idea of a successful Hero Work Study in Hosu. He would rather have stayed home and finished his analysis on his class rather than this.

Then again, his friends are safe due to his help so he can't really say much.

He huffed before walking over to the phone once more. Picking it up, he began to turn it on.

Maybe he hasn't read the message. Maybe I should've texted more people.

Deku opened the Messaging app and looked at Manual's Chat.

Crap! I didn't press send.

Deku mentally hit his head against a brick wall. How could be be so stupid?

He pressed send and watched as the message got read immediately. He was about to text an apology to the Pro-Hero for scaring him half to death.

The pro could probably see the three dots of someone texting him on Iida's phone before suddenly stopping for five plus minutes.

Manual was probably freaking out.

Suddenly there was a crash and a shrill screech.

Midoriya snapped his head upward and bent his knees. He was awkwardly standing halfway between a scouting stance and a fighting stance. He didn't know what to do.

Heck he was not even three months into UA yet.

Another shrill roar was heard before a flash of darkness obscured Midoriya's vision. He then felt an excruciating pain in his shoulders. It was as if they were impaled by sharp claws. Midoriya felt a couple snaps and pops. A numbness was spreading at an increasingly scary rate up his fingertips and towards his upper arms. In contrast, his shoulders were in searing, scorching pain. His eyes fogged over slightly as his body tried to assess the wound internally.

He couldn't resist the urge to scream. And when he did, even the Pro-Heros from about seven roads away could hear.

Manual, scared half through his witt, bolted in the direction of the screams. Granted he was already running to the scene but he had a burst of energy after hearing the utter pain the scream held.

It didn't sound like Iida though, yet he has been surprised by shrill sounding screams coming from men too.

Besides, Tenya said his brother screams like a girl after inhaling helium.

He felt his heart pang, dropping to the pit of his stomach the closer he got to the alley. Endeavor was behind him, followed by Gran Torino and a couple more local heros.

As requested an ambulance wasn't far behind the heros either.

To top off the concerned lineup, the Hosu City Police Force drove after the medical vehicles.

It was quite a show.

Manual finally reached the alleyway huffing and puffing. He had been running nearly sixteen miles the whole night long. Between patrolling, saving people left and right in the Hosu Attack, and running to the sent location, his lungs were burning.

He was craving retirement, but sadly he had quite a few more years of doing hero work to get accomplished.

He was still relatively young in his career choice.

Sadly.

He saw the foot of someone outside the alleyway, making his way towards it, he looked at the owner.

Ah. Endeavor's kid. He had a knife lodged in his shoulder but all other wounds, including this one seemed to be stable. He didn't want to touch the kid until medical perfessionals arrived.

While Manual was confident in his medical practice in Hero Training, he is quite out of practice. He would rather let a professional fix the kid instead of accidentally killing the kid trying to fix the wound himself.

He quite liked having a kill count of zero.

Fingers crossed it stayed that way.

Indefinitely.

Hopefully.

He looked further into the depths of the alleyway. He couldn't see much due to the ominous darkness. It was beyond one in the morning afterall.

He edged into the alley, soon spotting Iida resting against a wall, seemingly knocked out next to a groggy Pro-Hero: Native.

The patched up hero groaned in discomfort and squinted his eyes, trying to adjust to the pain and minimal light.

Manual scanned the rest of the alley, and in his shock he saw a restrained and knocked out Stain.

What on earth?

The hero assessed the killer before deeming him completely knocked out. He then moved in front of Native.

"Hey, man. The kids are okay, stable condition until transferred to a hospital. You remember anything? How was Stain knocked out?"

Native looked up at his fellow hero. He took a few gulps of air before bracing on the wall and lifting himself off the floor.

"Good thing they're okay... but no, I don't remember much... I was found by the Hero Killer and we began fighting. I think got a little scratched up before the armored kid ran up and began trying to attack said Killer. Then suddenly we both couldn't move and he was about to attack again..."

Native trailed off but Manual pressed a little more.

"You don't remember anything else? Anything?"

By now, flashing lights were outside the alley as Manual lifted a dead-weight Iida and the three walked out of the alley.

Well, only two were actually walking.

Casually answering, Native replied. "Well the rest was a bit blurry but I think I remember a blinding white light at some point. Then a collapsing sounds a few moments later. I don't know if I'm very reliable right now...I don't remember anything definitely. They could be snippets of reality or a complete dream on my end...I definitely remember a shrill screech about five to seven minutes ago. I am one hundred percent sure about that."

Manual saw one of the ambulances open their door and roll their cart out, making their way towards the two adults and limp child.

Carefully, Manual put Iida brother number two into the rolling bed. Not a second later, the medical team carted the boy off.

Manual hummed in Native's directoon, showing he heard. "Go get checked out with me medical team over there." He points to the furthest ambulance. Native is a bit scratched up but unlike the Todoroki, he won't potentially bleed out. Native can take a walk for a second.

"You sure?" The injured pro cocked his eyebrow. Even though he was injured, he still wanted to help if he could.

"Eh? Yeah. The detective probably wants to talk to you anyways." And with that both heros walked separate ways.