(Discontinued) MHA: You Erased My Pain V2 (Dadzawa) (2023 Remastered)

Volume 1 Chapter 3: Lost & Found...

Previously: My rubber soles grinded against the pavement. I held out my hands and strings of webbing oozed from my fingertips and palms. "I'm not going to let them hurt anyone I care about. They killed my little brother in that mugging. Never again." I saw the bikers racing towards me with bats and pipes in hand.

I exhaled deeply and then sprinted towards them. I crouched down and leaped into the air at max strength. I landed on the front of the leading motorcycle. I shot out my webbing and blinded the driver. I leaped towards the next bike and kicked the biker in the jaw. Before he crashed into a light pole. I leaped towards the concrete wall. I used my webbed hands to stick to the side of the building. Two bikers drove through my trap and their bodies fell apart like freshly cut salami. My spider silk is sticky, stretchy, tough diamonds and sharp as razor wires. I pushed off the concrete wall and landed gracefully on a thug's face. He fell to the ground fast. I stole his metallic bat and stumbled backwards breathing heavily as sweat ran down my body. More bikers showed up and they were no longer holding melee weapons but guns.

I cracked my neck and shoulders as I exhaled deeply as they got off their bikes and approached me from all sides. Their cat calling and snide comments caused my heart rate spike. I opened my eyes and smirked deviously as I reached out and grabbed an invisible to the naked eye string of spider silk. I yanked on it and then used it to launch myself into the air. Blood splattered all over my beautiful display of webs and the pavement below. They can't shoot their guns if they don't have any fingers. Threw the bat into someone's head, it caved in on itself. Their screams of anguish and uncontrollable agony fell on deaf ears. I landed gracefully on my spider webs attached to the two buildings across from each other. Me leaping in the air wasn't just for show.

I ran onto the rooftops and left the area so the crimes of murder wouldn't be pinned on me. I'm farther from the concept of innocence. And I'll be damned before anyone tries to hurt my new found family. Big bro feels the way. He used his quirk to save us today.

I pull out my phone and call my father. "Dad!" "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" "What's wrong? Didn't Shinso call you?" "About what?" I fell to my knees as my heart dropped. I looked back the way I came with tears forming in the corner of my eyes. "What's the matter, honey?" I leaned up the alleyway wall as I gripped onto my shirt where my heart was located. "We went out shopping but then a bunch of thugs murdered and looted the nearby civilians. We split up. I fought off the bikers while he ran away to call you." He asked all sorts of worried questions but the thought of losing another brother made my heart bleed.

I forced myself to stand and walked home. Only to see my big brother unconscious and bloodied on the porch. I rush over and shake his shoulders praying to all the gods in the world that he's still alive. He groaned in pain as he opened his left eye to see me crying. He muttered weakly,"Thank goodness you are okay, sis. I thought they got you too." I wrapped my arms around his neck as I clung to his tattered clothing.

"Honey!?" I looked behind me to see my father in his pro hero costume. He must've ran all the way here from his patrolling location. He saw my brother's current state of condition and me covered in someone else's blood. He rushed over and pulled us into a warm embrace.

They all held each other close but behind their masks resides a darkness that neither one of them knew existed. At least for now. Their masks were slightly cracking and showing themselves to the light in the sky. They are withholding dark secrets from each other. Will they discover what hides beneath their masks or stay in the dark forever?

It's been a week and I'm starting to feel strange about what happened in the shopping center. Those thugs were the same guys that killed my parents. I'm sure of it. But killing them didn't make me feel better. How did I kill them so easily? I should be having panic attacks by now, right? What's wrong with me? I feel absolutely nothing regarding their deaths and me killing them. I was only scared of losing my brother. Maybe witnessing death at such a young age affected my mental state? Whatever the case is with my mental state, I have to become a pro hero in order to protect everything I care about.

The light of the sun rising in the distance shined light down on the house of three extremely tired people. They drank their coffee and got ready for a long day. It was the day of the entrance exam for a certain hero academia. The two siblings groggily walked towards the school of their dreams. They've glazed over what happened a week or two ago. No one elaborated on what happened. The tension in the house was thick and suffocating. But no could bring themselves to break the tension and speak their minds. They couldn't risk their masks slipping off and ruining their own good thing they have in their miserable lives.

So they both continued down the street in silence and equipped with tired smiles. As they arrived at the entrance of the school grounds, the sound of all sorts and types crowed around. They both grabbed each other's hand and made their way through the huge crowd towards the orientation area.

Present Mic gave them a speech he said every year. But of course no one responded to his question. He grimaced slightly behind his own mask and dismissed everyone. The darkness clouding his heart grew in size. Despair consumed his soul as depression weighed him down.

But then suddenly he was yanked out of the dark and back into the light at the sound of a familiar voice. His hazel green eyes widened to see Jade standing on the stage with Shinso hanging back. She approached him saying,"That was a great speech. I'm sorry for not saying something. I didn't get much sleep and I'm saving my energy for fighting." His soul was warmed up and healed by her hugging him gently. His fake smile disappeared and was replaced with a bright genuine one.

A real Hero soothes the hearts of the injured. Their smile should cause you to feel safe. Their touch may be calloused but reassuring to those who they save. They aren't perfect but willing to push past their flaws and become better. But this world is so blind with fame and money, that they have forgotten what a real Hero should act. I'm going to remind the world of this fact and rise to the top.

To be continued…