chapter 26. 《right and wrong》

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Hawks-->

Hawks couldn't move a muscle, it felt like he couldn't breath as smoke filled his lungs, as it felt like all the bruises, cuts and burns were re-opening themselves as he stared at the sulfur fire collided with the red fire that came from different sides.

The villain and the hero.

Right and wrong.

Only one side can win.

Hawks was coughing so much it felt like he was gonna pass out and be crewmated.

Just before he blacked out because of the lack of oxygen, everything went white...he could hear ringing in his ears until everything around him faded went black, then the ringing slowly felt like it was going away until nothing was heard.

Just his ragged breathing and his faint heart beat was heard.

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Dabi-->

As the fire got more and more hotter, harder to control or maintain it till Dabi put in more of his quirk and till he pushed his limit.

For a second everything went white...ringing in his ears till everything slowly appeared again.

Endeavor was laying on the ground, a few burns were visible on his face and ugly ass crusty hands.

Dabi regained his balance before limping towards the 'hero' on the ground.

'KILL HIM!' The voices began
chanting again.
When he got to the man on the ground who was barely conscious, he grabbed the color of his fathers' suit, and raised his fist about to burn off his ugly face.

He was sick of looking at his face, seeing it on the news, billboards and plushies different companies made.

He could only manage to make a small fire in his hand before it faded away.
He breathed heavily, confused on why his quirk didn't want to work, and before he could even punch the old man's face, he was captured in a cloth like weapons and pulled back.

"LET GO OF ME!" He yelled as he desperately tried making his way over to Endeavor.
"HE'S A SCUM WHO NEEDS TO DIE!"

Eraserhead looked at Dabi with his now red eyes.
"Not everyone should die." He said in a monotone voice.
"Even tho we can't make that decision."

"I can make that decision for him!" Dabi said in a psychopathic voice, low, steady... crazy.
"He doesn't belong on Earth! He belongs in the pits of hell!"

Suddenly his eyes became droopy as he saw purple smoke thar filled his lungs, soon passing out.

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