Class 1-C - Book 2: Heroes & Legends

The Doll...

Girl: *Pant*...*Wheeze*...

She was running...

Running from whom you might ask...

It doesn't matter anymore...

Because she knows no matter where she goes...they'll be after her...

Why? Why did this had to happen to her?

No. It's such a simple word to say, but sometimes it just doesn't come as naturally to some people as it does for others. Sometimes that simple one-syllable word can become a noose around someone's neck that cuts off their airways and chokes every last bit of life from them.

Ever since the incident...The girl was never able to say 'no'. All her time at U.A, that word had brought her nothing but pain and punishment not only to her but to her former classmates as well.

Why would she want to say it now? Oh, for once in her life, she wanted to say that simple word...so badly and shrug off her pursuers. Maybe if she had, she wouldn't be in this situation.

But no...she can run but she can't hide...

Because soon...her life will be nothing more but a tragedy.

"Get back here!"

"You got nowhere to run!"

"Fucking Little Bitch!"

Why?

Why? A simple word of a question that could never be answered. Blaming her won't stop anything nor will it justify this cruel world.

She was...another broken heart that this hero society had failed to saved.

Her name...was Misachiko.

Just Misachiko. She had no last name. No parents. No friends to help her or have anywhere with no sense of home.

She didn't ask for this, of course.

It didn't matter if you pity her or not.
Life is cruel but what can you say?

She was just Misachiko. A former member the original Class 1-C and this was her tragic story.

Misachiko continuing running through the branches and bushes hoping to lose the people that's tracking her down. But she knew they were hot on her trail.

Time was running out for her.

Misachiko: (All I wanted...was to be a hero...to inspire others who are in horrible situations to never give up hope...just like the situation I'm in now...)

With the doll she held tightly within in her hands, the girl managed to get the exact location where she was going. U.A.

It was not far.

It didn't matter. They won't help her. But maybe...

She set the doll in a black 19th century cello case in a shape of a luggage.

Misachiko: My creation will show them the way. Please...someone find her.

She then heard footsteps coming in closer.

This was it.

With fresh tears in her eyes, her tragic story was coming to a end. She looked back at the doll she say tightly in the cello case and hid it.

Before she ran...her pursuers continued chasing after her once they spotted her again.

Her pursuers were hired by the Public Safety Commission...to assassinate her.

It wasn't long before the game of tag had soon ended and Misachiko...was no more.

It was over for her.