Chainsaw Hero

All Bark and No Bite

Izuku... wasn't in the best situation. The zombies that swarmed the warehouse perished, all by his doing, but he just didn't have the energy to continue. His chainsaws stalled, grating uselessly against his bones as he tried desperately to get to Kacchan. However, he collapsed before he could get close. The rhythmic banging of fists against sizzling metal nearly lured him to sleep, his chainsaws liquifying and evaporating in the boiling air, but he still tried to get to him. Crawling, he slid his broken body through a sea of blood and guts, only to stop and rest his head against the floor with the flames masking his tears.

What did he do?

Who did he become?

Why did this happen?

It's not like he could forget, not at all. When he first pulled on that cord, it was like he was stuck in third-person, riddling him with a plethora of questions and an absence of answers. However, that wasn't the worst thing in this situation.

The worst thing was that a part of him didn't care.

The zombies may have been disgusting, with skin-wrapped suits and decaying flesh, but he still murdered other people.

He was... smiling the entire time.

So, the world fell around him as he cried with the fires masking his moment of weakness, making him nearly miss the clicking of high heels walking towards him.

Turning his head, he found a beautiful young woman standing above him, untouched by the flames. Dressed in a white button-up shirt tucked into black dress pants, she commanded Izuku's attention like a military officer. Her light red hair was kept in a simple braid with bangs reaching just past her eyebrows and two longer side-bangs to frame her porcelain face. But the most striking thing about her was her eyes, yellow with red rings inside of her irises, mimicking the swirls found in a hypnotist's lair. Then, her face was adhered with a smile, almost as if Izuku lying there bloody and weak gave her simple amusement.

But the thing that stuck out to Izuku the most?

It was that

She didn't belong here.

She was inhuman, a god amongst mortals who stood untouched by the sins of the world.

"Izuku Midoriya." She crouched down, reaching a hand out to pet his unruly green hair. "Are you okay?"

"W-who are...?"

Her hand trailed down to cup his face, thumb rubbing across the freckles that littered his skin. "You don't need to know who I am. I'm only here to save you."

"Wh—"

"Don't talk." So, Izuku kept his mouth shut. "See, your chainsaw powers run on blood, not only being the fuel for your monstrous form but being the only way you can regenerate too. Right now, you are all out."

She raised a hand, pointing a finger on the opposite hand at her palm, and quietly said one word: "Bang." Then, a small hole exploded through her palm like a gunshot, and she used her free hand to push Izuku over so that she could dribble her blood into his mouth. However, he wasn't cooperating in the way that he should.

"Open your mouth." He did.

"Drink." He did.

He did as he was told, her free hand coursing through his hair once more as he gulped down this strange woman's blood, feeling himself become new again.

He wasn't as tired.

He wasn't as useless.

He could save Kacchan now.