Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

12 || Stage

Eraser Head was gazing at Puppet through the only window of the auditorium in order to erase her quirk. She was not going to claim that poor boy's soul — not on his watch.

He had heard some screams coming from the abandoned building. He expected it to be a few teenagers fooling around and trying to gain attention. One of the last things he expected to find was Puppet toying with and killing those very teenagers.

Puppet rushed towards the two boys and quickly grabbed Katsumi by his arm. She forced him onto his feet and pressed a throwing knife to his neck.

"Don't move," she instructed him darkly.

The teen complied with her demand. He didn't struggle or move to try to get away from her, standing as still as a statue in her grasp. Out of the corner of his eye, he was still able to see Satoshi's body dangling from several black strings hanging from the rafters of the stage. Seeing what she had done to one of his best friends, he didn't want to have the same fate.

Puppet looked up to the window Eraser Head was looking through and met his glowing red eyes.

"You coming down, Eraser?" she called.

Not wanting to risk the life of the teen she was holding, the pro hero kicked through the window and carefully used his scarf to swing into the auditorium. Gradually, he lowered himself down until he was on the stage. He took notice that Tsuyoshi, who was on the floor of the stage, made no move to escape. He only stared at Eraser Head with a fearful expression.

Eraser Head made a motion with his hand for Tsuyoshi to come over to him. With almost no hesitation, the boy scrambled towards the pro hero and got behind him. Puppet watched but made no move to try to get the teen back.

"Let the kid go, Puppet Master," Eraser Head said sternly.

She scoffed. "Again with the formalities. I told you to call me Puppet."

"Let, the kid, go," he repeated in a deadly serious tone.

She made a few exaggerated thinking expressions before she returned to her normal sadistic smirk and answered.

"Nah, I'm good." She pressed the blade of her throwing knife slightly into Katsumi's neck and he winced as the blade cut his skin and drew blood.

"Do you think this is a game?" Eraser Head growled through gritted teeth while keeping his gaze locked on Puppet.

Her smirk turned into a wide grin. "Maybe."

The two adults had a bit of a staredown while Eraser Head spoke only loud enough so Tsuyoshi could hear him.

"As soon as I get her away from you two, run."

"O-Okay," Tsuyoshi shakily replied to let the pro hero know that he had heard him.

Eraser Head reached behind his back and grabbed a hold of the handle of the dagger attached to the belt of his hero costume. He pulled it out of its sheath and held it at the ready.

He took an end of his scarf in his free hand and threw it at Puppet and Katsumi.

Puppet had expected the scarf to come at her, but it didn't; it went for the boy she was holding.