Death and Her Rabbit (FemDeku x Mirko) [Rewrie in Progress]

The Child

To say it had been a boring amd uneventful night was something Pro Hero Eraserhead rarely had the luxury of saying during his patrols. Aside from de-escalating a confrontation between two drunk men who were on the verge of using their quirks before handing them over to the police there was nothing noteworthy that would go into his post patrol report.

"Looks like I can finish up earlier tonight," Eraserhead grinned as the thought of returning home for some much needed sleep entered his mind. Yet as he landed on another rooftop his attention was drawn into an alleyway across the street. "Hm?"

The alleyway itself seemed off to the Pro Hero, almost as if it was darker like a shadow had swallowed it. Of course it wasn't helping that it was currently in the dead of night but even with the light of the streetlamp illuminating the nearby sidewalk the alleyway itself was still shrouded in an unnatural darkness. Playing it off as nothing more than a trick of the mind Eraserhead prepared to depart but the sudden feeling as if something was prying into the deepest reaches of his very soul stopped him. He was very familiar with feeling of being watched but this was something much different than that like something was looking at more than just his physical form. Once more he peered into the inky darkness of the alleyway and found the slight shine of light reflecting off of someones eyes before it quickly vanished. It was faint but he could hear the rapid footfalls of whatever it was running away deeper into the maze of the city's alleyways.

"So much for that," Eraserhead grumbled as he used his capture scarf to swing himself to the other rooftop and began to chase the pair of eyes that had been watching him.

As he gew closer to whomever the eyes belonged to he noticed aome rather troubling things in the sounds of the rapid footfalls. The first was that they were uneven as if the person was staggering or limping perhaps from an injury of some sort. The second was that despite the speed of the footfalls the person they belonged to didn't seem to be making it very far in their attempt to run away. Now Eraserhead was more suspicious of an injured person over a villain and in fact he himself might habe been mistaken for a villain by a civilian who needed help from a hero. It was times like these when he silently admit that his husband was right in saying that he should put more effort towards his appearence even if he was an underground hero. A ragged looking man with a strange scarf and goggles keeping to thw shadows and jumping from roof to roof while searching through alleyways didn't exactly say "hero" to most people after all.

"Hey it's alright I'm a hero," Eraserhead jumped down before the person and did his best to not look imposing or intimidating. He raised his hands with the palm open to show he had no weapons and kept his distance from the person while speaking slowly, "My name is Eraserhead an undergeound hero I can show you my license."

However no matter what he had been through Eraserhead was not prepared for the sight of a young girl whose school uniform was nothing more than scraps soaked in crimson. Her raven hair was wild and unkempt while her crystal blue eyes rapid searched for any pathway of escape. Despite the state of her uniform she seemed perfectly fine otherwise aside from the large scar just under her collarbone.

"Hey kid listen you're not in trouble or anything but I do need to see if you're alright," Eraserhead tried his best to smile reassuringly, keyword tried. The result was the girl beginning to enter an even more panicked state as a dark aura began to wrap around her. At this point there were two options available to the undergeound hero; either erase her quirk and taker her in by force or try to continue talking with her and calm her down.

In the middle of weighing his options a sudden wave of bloodlust filled the entire alleyway. The girl's eyes began to glow an electric blue as she instinctively activated her quirk out of fear. Eraserhead was sure that if it had been directed at him he would have passed out from the intensity of it.

Eraserhead clicked his tongue as he made his choice, "Hey I'm sorry for this kid."

His eyes glowed crimson and his hair began to float as his quirk was activated. Yet to the undergeound hero's horror the girl's quirk did deactivate just not in the way he expected. She slumped to the ground as her legs bent at an unnatural angle with a sickening crack. Her arms folded backwards as the bones in her forearms tore trhough her flesh and the left side of her head caved in on itself. Worst of all were the amount of bloated and torn flesh across her torso as if she had been involved in several minor explosions at ground zero. It took every ounce of his will power to not throw up where he stood.

He quickly deactivated his quirk and watched as the girl's body reformed itself in a ghastly collection of fleshy noises. The only thing that didn't seem to heal was the same scar just below her collarbone. With shaky hands he reached into Eraserhead reached into his tracksuit and pulled out his workphone.

Sleep was something he would very much not be abke to get for awhile after the spectacle he had just witnessed.