The Catalyst (Can We Change the World?)

Monster

I'm so sorry for such a long wait on this chapter- I was about to post it last week but my computer restarted and deleted the entire chapter. I promise I'm not abandoning this story- I love it far too much for that.

School is very hard right now so I may not be able to update as often as I'd like but I'll try my best <3

If you still come back after such a long wait, I thank you so so so much- your unyielding support means the absolute world to me. Please let me know what you think of this chapter and I hope you enjoy :)

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Shoto yanked the blade out of the dying heroes chest as his weak heart rapidly stopped. There was nothing long about this death, there was no element of torture to get information- it was an execution. And Shoto had been on a rampage of executions.

It was an easy way to get his emotions out without acting like a bitch, not mention he was getting a hell of a lot of work done for the league.

He was being the perfect villain. Cunning and smart.

Thorough and quick.

Shoto was being exactly what the league needed him to be and that was the only thing, he thought, that was keeping him together.

He turned, wiping the blade of his knife on his jeans, and lifted his head as Denki jogged into the alley.

"Taken care of," he said, giving Shoto a thumbs up. Shoto only nodded back and pulled out his burner phone. Dialing the number, he held it up to his ear.

It was answered on the first ring but Shoto didn't want for anyone to speak.

"It's done." He said matter-of-fact. There was no time to waste. It was only midnight, he could get in a least two more kills before one.

Shoto's heavy rose and fell with heavy breaths as the exertion from the kill made his enhancer pulse with new information.

Again. It almost pleaded and though Shoto knew it couldn't talk, that it was his own desires amplified by the quirk, it still unsettled him. What would he become if he could not control his own quirks?

"Hello to you too, Shoto." Shigaraki said, his voice raspy as always.

"Who's next?" Shoto demanded- he didn't care about pleasantries or the notions of friends. He needed to find another hero, preferably two, and kill them.

Shigaraki let out a breath before answering, "no one." He said steadily. Shoto furrowed his brows.

"What do you mean no one, I know our list is long." He argued, clenching his jaw. There had to be more.

"It was long, but now we're attracting too much attention." Shiggy said and Shoto could hear the movement around him. Touya's voice was in the background.

"The hell do you mean, this is our goal."

"Shoto-" Shigaraki stopped and covered the microphone, muffling any sound. Shoto drummed his fingers against the phone impatiently. It was uncovered several seconds later, "Shoto you've taken out twenty-eight heroes in the past week." He said, just as the phone fumbled and Shoto could just barely hear the sound of his brother demanding the phone.

Twenty-eight.

There was no way there was no way he killed that many in such a short time. He didn't do that he didn't-

"Shoto, you're done tonight." A new voice said, his brothers. But Shoto shook his head- he refused to believe it, there was no fucking way he killed that many.