The Force Of Nature

madness

Detective Okabe's obsession had consumed him. What had begun as an investigation into Izuku Midoriya's quirk, her impossible power, had spiraled into something darker, more dangerous. He felt it now—an unrelenting drive, a gnawing desperation. He could no longer sit back. He could no longer wait for the answers to come to him.

I need to know. I have to understand.

That was the thought that kept him going, even as he drove through the darkened streets of the city toward the Midoriya family's home. He had spent countless hours researching, digging through every scrap of information he could find on the girl. Every report. Every rumor. But nothing explained the magnitude of her abilities. It wasn't enough to just understand the mechanics of her quirk. He needed the truth. He needed to confront it directly, to get answers from the source itself.

Izuku Midoriya was the key. He knew it now more than ever. She had something—something that defied everything he had been trained to believe. It was a force beyond reason, beyond explanation. A force that, if left unchecked, could destroy everything he knew, everything he held dear.

He couldn't back down now.

The Midoriya house loomed ahead, its lights still on despite the late hour. Okabe parked his car a few blocks away, trying to keep his approach as discreet as possible. He couldn't risk alerting the family, not yet. He had to get in and out quickly, get the answers he so desperately needed.

As he walked toward the house, the quiet of the neighborhood pressed in on him, amplifying the urgency of his thoughts. His mind raced, turning over every possibility. What if Izuku's power was something even he couldn't stop? What if she wasn't a girl anymore, but a force of nature, a being beyond human comprehension?

His stomach twisted with the thought, but he pressed forward, driven by the need for resolution.

But just as he approached the front gate of the Midoriya home, a low sound caught his attention—a shuffle of footsteps, followed by a strange creaking noise. His eyes darted around the street, but there was no one in sight.

Then, from the shadows, they emerged.

Five figures—men, thugs—each one armed with an axe. Their faces were obscured by masks, their eyes gleaming with malice and intent. Okabe froze. He wasn't the type to be intimidated easily, but there was something about these men—something that made the air feel thick, suffocating.

One of the men, his voice low and grating, spoke up. "I don't think we've met. But I'm sure you've got something worth taking."

Okabe's instincts kicked in, his body automatically going into defensive mode. He had dealt with criminals before, but this felt different. These weren't ordinary thugs looking to make a quick buck. No, there was something more sinister in the air. They were here for a reason—an ominous reason.

"What do you want?" Okabe asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

The man with the largest axe grinned, stepping forward. "We want everything you have. Your life, your information. And you're gonna give it to us."

The words didn't register immediately. Okabe was still processing the situation when the first swing came—a brutal, swift arc of the axe aimed directly at his legs.

He didn't have time to react. The blade connected with his left leg, the force of it splitting through flesh and bone with sickening precision. Pain exploded through Okabe's body as his leg was severed clean at the knee. He collapsed to the ground, his body unable to support its weight, and he could feel the warm gush of blood pouring from the stump.

For a moment, everything seemed to go silent, as though the world itself had stopped in horror at the brutality of the act. But then the men descended on him.

Axes swung again and again, each strike tearing into his body with cruel efficiency. His chest. His arms. His stomach. There was no mercy in their attacks, no hesitation. Okabe screamed out, but the pain was overwhelming, and soon his cries faded as his vision blurred, the darkness swallowing him.

The thugs didn't stop. They didn't show any sign of relenting. With each blow, they hacked at his body, reducing him to a broken, bleeding mess. His hands, once capable of holding the weight of his career, of his responsibilities, now hung uselessly by his sides, their fingers twitching in the final moments of his life.

But still, even through the haze of blood and agony, Okabe's thoughts didn't falter. He thought of his family—Haruka, Riko, Keiji—and the unbearable fear that gripped his heart. He had done this for them. He had done this to protect them.

But now, in his last moments, it was clear to him just how far he had fallen. His desperation for answers, for control, had led him to this—this senseless, brutal end. There were no answers to be found here. No way to control the unknown. No way to stop the inevitable.

His last thought was of Izuku Midoriya. Her eyes, dark and unyielding. Her power, beyond anything he could fathom.

What have I done?

The final blow came to his head, a strike so brutal that his skull cracked open, spilling his life's blood onto the cold, unforgiving ground.

As Okabe's body lay crumpled and unrecognizable, the five thugs stood over him, their faces impassive, indifferent to the life they had just extinguished. One of them spat on the ground. "Pathetic. All that fuss, and for what?"

They turned and walked away, leaving Okabe's broken form behind. The darkness of the night closed in around him, swallowing the last remnants of his life.

The next morning, the police arrived at the scene. There were no signs of struggle—no evidence that Okabe had fought back, only the remains of his mangled body, a macabre testament to the brutal efficiency of the five men who had taken his life. The officers took one look at the mess and knew they had found something they couldn't explain, something they would never be able to understand.

But it wasn't the brutality of the crime that haunted them. It was the realization that there was something far worse out there, something they had yet to fully comprehend.

And Izuku Midoriya, with her unknowable quirk, was the key to it all.

Back at the Midoriya household, Inko Midoriya sat in a quiet, darkened room, her hands folded in her lap. She knew nothing of the tragedy that had befallen Detective Okabe. She had no idea what had happened to the man who had been so obsessed with her daughter's quirk.

But she felt the weight of his investigation. She felt the creeping unease that had settled in her heart ever since Izuku had first shown signs of her strange power.

What if this is only the beginning? Inko thought, her eyes glancing toward her daughter, who sat silently in the corner of the room, staring at nothing.

Izuku was silent, her face unreadable. But Inko could feel the storm brewing within her, the same storm that had torn Okabe apart. The same storm that threatened to consume them all.

And in the quiet of their home, the unspoken truth was clear: Izuku Midoriya was a force that could not be controlled. And it was only a matter of time before the world was forced to face the consequences of her existence.