MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 24

It was a long day of the same thing. Pretend to be this, pretend to be that.

Walking the streets as a hero with a fake smile and blood on her hands made Lady Nagant sick, nauseous even.

The world would spin whenever she heard it, praise for her awful work in a society that dragged her down, deeper and deeper.

Once the day was over, she rode a metal cage to the very top of a skyscraper. The humming metal and weightlessness in her legs made her breathing labored, shuddery.

Clearing her throat, Kaina straightened herself up, physically and mentally. When the doors to the elevator slid open, she walked the line of a massive room. Its only purpose was to hold private meetings with the illusion of safety and grandeur.

That's where she saw him, the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission, seated at his desk, organizing files placed in a neat stack.

And at his side was Hit, the legendary sssassin, with one of those many files in hand as he looked over the vast city outside.

They were two sides to the same coin. But unlike Lady Nagant, Hit had no empathy for his targets.

You couldn't reason with him, you couldn't sway him. If your name ended up in the file, no matter who you may be, he would find you, and he would not hesitate to kill you.

He made killing as natural as the body learned to walk. He was slow at first, crawling through a couple of files a week. But once he gained his footing and saw into the mind of his targets, he began to run through dozens.

He was a cold-blooded killer, a man the Commission relied on to take out the most dangerous and wanted villains in the world.

There was a time Lady Nagant felt she could relate to him, maybe strike up a conversation about how exhausted she felt. But that quickly became a pipe dream.

She was in her late twenties, and he was pretty much a boy at the age of nineteen or twenty. How quickly he assimilated into the job made him inhuman, barely a person to talk to.

Even now he sensed something within her, possibly the rage that had been building up for weeks on end, or maybe the readied footing she had to take up as she stood before them. Or maybe neither, maybe he was just ready to kill her for the sake of it.

Either way, he stood there, watching, listening. Analyzing.

"Is killing them really gonna improve society?" Kaina asked the President who presented her with another file.

The question was sudden, but it didn't seem to bother the older man who brushed off her somber aura with indifference.

"Making people believe everything's puppies and rainbows..." Kaina said with a tired tone. "Is that any better than brainwashing?"

"Nagant..." The President sighed. "It's all necessary. Someone must preserve the hope and faith that the front-facing Heroes have built up."

"Preserve, huh?" Lady Nagant murmured. "And after that? Then what?"

"I'm sure you're quite aware..." The old man cleared his throat and slid a page of the document into his inner coat pocket. "That this isn't a job you can simply walk away from."

"President..." Suddenly, in a spring of motion, Kaina's arm opened up, revealing a rifle made of her own flesh and blood. "You're a strong one."