Prodigies - My Hero Academia

The Sun

TW: gun violence, bullying/harassment, blood

Friday, June 13th, 20XX

Reflective compression suit hugging her body, a teenager sprints down the hall. Bright lights overhead, sleek tile floors, and at the end is a set of double doors. The walls are bare, monochrome and uniform for an infirmary. Her hair is buzzed down to barely an inch, revealing a scar on the back of her head that curves from ear to ear. The fatigue and dizziness from anesthesia is subsided by adrenaline. With each quick breath, she is light on her bare feet with one goal in mind.

'I need to get out.'

Reaching the double doors, she pushes the latch only to find out it is locked. She furrows her brows and exhales, slamming a bit of her weight against the door and pushing it open with force. The lock snaps, allowing her through to the next hall. 

Coming to a halt to the right is a small group of medical professionals, all appearing panicked and out of breath. Due to the sudden drop in vitals, they were alerted and on their way to the patient's room, but here she stands alive and well. Her gaze shifts to an older doctor in the front of the pack. Clipboard clutched toward his chest; he is visibly fearful by her presence and frozen in place. However, instead of approaching them, she dashes in the opposite direction. No sense in wasting time. 

A nurse scrambles to hit the alarm. 

"South wing!"

"Move, move!"

Security jumps into action. Their chests covered by bullet proof vests, visors shielding their faces, and weapons strapped to their belts; they file in to search and capture the runaway. A task logistically simple when pinning eight against one. Elevators are shut down, all exits are locked, leaving her two choices: face them head on or hide. 

In regard to being unaware of how many guards are active, she decides it will be more difficult to attempt pushing her way through rather than picking one or two off at a time. Not to mention, she doesn't know nor is willing to find out if this compression suit is capable of sticking to her body while phasing. Running through the woods nude will be nothing short of the last resort. She slips into the surgical unit, careful not to let the door slam behind her. 

'Even if they do happen to come in here, the last place they'll look is up.'

Seven minutes later, two guards enter the room. Flashlights on, weapons still sheathed, they take five steps in when the sound of something landing behind them promptly composes them to turn around to see no one there. 

"What was that?"

"I don't- behind you!"

To avoid the guard's swing, she drops her weight onto her lead foot. This loads the foot ready for the shot. From here, she throws an effective left hook. The guard swings again, but her close proximity to him gives her the upper hand in this fight. Moving forward, right, then diagonal, she is able to flow with the guard's punch. His swing loses force. With this opening presented, she strikes him three times, flipping the wrist in a hundred and eighty degrees in a fan-shaped movement. Quick and coming from unanticipated angles, her attack knocks him down. 

The first guard reaches for his weapon. Glancing up, she notices the second guard about to call for reinforcements. Not another moment passes before she uses the guard on the floor as a tool for elevation. She steps on his chest to give herself enough height to reach the second guard, shattering his visor with a swift roundhouse kick.

The second is down, landing on, then slipping off the counter and onto the floor. 

Sitting up, the first aims his gun at her back, but misses the first shot. He blinks and suddenly her hand is placed flat on the front of his helmet. She shoves him back down to the ground. His head gear splits in half on impact.