Please Kill Me

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My laptop closed with a soft 'click' and I pushed it into my work bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I stood from my desk.

It was already way past the office's closing, but I had stayed late, doing my own research. I had stumbled across something interesting, and now was the perfect time to go look for it.

I left the office in a hurry, locking up behind me and heading for the train station. I scanned my transit pass and scrambled through the gates, barely managing to slip onto the train at the platform. Finding a seat was easy, it was late and the train was empty, so I sat in front of a window, pulling my phone out of my bag to check my route.

This was not my usual route home, in fact, I wasn't even going home.

I had found something, or rather, someone, that had given me a spark of hope. A potential way to finally get some rest.

A few stations later, I got off the train, finding myself in what had to be the roughest neighborhood I had seen in a while. But I could vaguely recognize the area because I had lived near here for a few months.

The constant moving was beginning to become bothersome too.

Ever since my quirk 'manifested,' I've had to move around for my own safety. Or at least, that's what my doctors and the police think I should do. But I was so tired of all this, I couldn't care less if someone decided to target me for my quirk. Maybe if I was lucky they'd kill me for good. If anything, that would be a blessing.

Immortality sounds nice on paper, but it's more of a curse than a superpower.

No matter what I tried I couldn't die. Whether it be drowning, suffocating, bleeding out, being burned alive, jumping off a building- anything I could think of, but nothing worked. I would just wake up again, completely fine.

But I prayed that tonight, things would change.

A street lamp above me flickered, barely illuminating a few feet in front of me. I took a deep breath, looking around. I wasn't really all that sure what to do now, wait to get robbed maybe?

As if on cue, I felt something poke my back. I turned my head to look, but the object pushed into me harder and I cringed a little, feeling blood drip down my back. But from the glance I managed to sneak, I saw a tall man in a black medical mask, and black baseball cap, making it difficult to see his eyes.

"Don't even try looking at me," The main whispered, his tone threatening. "Just hand over your bag, unless you want to die."

"Ha," I snorted, knowing I was pissing him off. "That's funny."

The man shoved the knife in further and I gasped in pain. I felt blood running down my back, faster and in much larger quantities than before. He then forcefully took my bag, beginning to run in the opposite direction and leaving me there to bleed out.

I groaned, slumping to the ground as I watched him leave with bag, my legs giving out beneath me. Pain spread across my lower back and my blood began pooling around me.

"Damn it," I coughed, spitting up a wad of blood. "I lost my laptop and coming here was pointless."

I dragged myself over to the nearest building on my hands and knees, resting up against it with my eyes closed. I took a deep breath, my body trembling as I struggled to take in air.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the darkness, light but urgent sounding. A man dressed in all black with shaggy black hair, a gray scarf, and yellow goggles emerged from the darkness, holding my bag in one hand and dragging the man who stole it with his scarf.

The thief appeared to be unconscious, and the man quickly dropped him, running towards me and the expanding puddle of blood.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" The man dressed in black asked.