--Cameraman--

Chapter 10 - Robot Morals

LETS GET MESSY WIT IT!!!!!!!!!!

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I swept the feet from under the bloodthirsty villan and shoved him away as I got to my feet. I tanked a punch to the gut to latch onto the Hero-killer and begin bashing his head in.

Ferocious fighting fought on as me and the hero-killer fought savagely. I watched intently as he ripped more knives out of their sockets and threw them while charging, a simple yet hard-to-counter attack.

I used my jetpack to fly up and slam-tackle Stain through a concrete wall, dazing him, but barely harming him. One of his knives was stabbed into my palm as I struggled to keep an advantage against him.

Stain blitzed behind me, preparing to stab me in the back (reference) before I spun around and backfisted him in the face, leaving a deep gash from the knife embedded in it. Stain's cut would not go in vain however, as my arm fell on the ground beside me, severed.

Now continuing the fight with a single arm, I raised my fist to the Hero-killer.

"Heh... You're the perfect counter for me... No blood to drink, no fear to be instilled... This new quirk shit I got from killing that shitter is useless too. I can't even use it properly..."

I punch Stain in the face as he kicks me in the leg. No longer a battle and now a challenge on who would die last. We traded blow after blow in a vain attempt of bringing the other down.

"ENOUGH!"

Stain coughed up blood as he yelled.

"It's clear who's gonna *cough* win here... I'm only human... You? Hah... You would live even without a torso, wouldn't you?"

Stain slowly laughed to himself as the young heroes-in-training and I began to surround him.

"You're all fools... All of you! You'll never reach the greatness or heroism of that man...  or of All Might! You'll spend the rest of your pitiful lives pandering to the Hero Assosciation for every dollar!"

As Stain monolouged, I grabbed my severed arm, storing it for future repairs. My rockets were fully regenerated. I was as ready for another fight as I could get.

Stain on the other hand, was not so great. He had blood gushing from multiple cuts on his body, specifically on his face would, which was pouring blood out of his body like a fountain. He was breathing hard and raspily. It seemed he was on the brink of death.

"You fake heroes and your sob stories... I'll flay you all like animals!"

Stain began to spark electricity like a severed wire. I shot my rockets at him, hoping to prevent whatever would happen next, stunning him for a second, before causing a massive explosion-

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I slowly came to from the rubble. My lens had been cracked and multiple parts of my body looked like they had been bitten off. My jetpack had a pathetic spark before it fizzled out.

The sights of bleeding out teenagers surrounded me as Izuku, Todoroki and Iida layed unconcious, still reeling from the explosion. Some in better condition then most. The hero from earlier layed completely motionless, a large chunk of the front of his torso and stomach caved out.

In the middle of it all stood the cause. Stain, the Hero-killer layed in a puddle of his own blood. His disformed figure and charred body blended nicely into the crushed buildings and rubble. It seemed that the hero had attempted to lessen the explosion with his own body. And it worked, if only slightly.

I limped over to the carcass of the fallen hero. His body was almost as bad as Stain's, hideously burnt and melted. I picked up a small metal tag off his hero uniform, which simply read "Native".

The tag went into my pocket, just as I had done with the tags of hundreds of thousands of soldiers that had died before me, to present on a long list of casualties.

A long, long, list.

Without the energy to bury his body, I moved over to Stain. A small ball of sparking electricity sat in the middle of his chest, where one's heart would usually be. I picked it up and put it in my backpack along with my severed arm, which had remained intact due to my backpack.

Finally, I turned to the students. Compared to Stain and Native, they had recived almost no injuries. They collectively had a few cuts and small gashes, as well as a few probable broken bones, but in the field they were training for, that was considered "lucky". I shook them awake, one by one, leading the tired, dazed children away from the scene, not letting them look back.

Eventually, we made it back into the main city area, where the Nomu's and the heroes fought. Paramedics and firefighters ran around in a hurry, leading the young heroes away to be cared for. They dragged me along to, athough unsure of what they could do for me.

In the waiting room of the ER, I found myself sitting next to the towering form of the number 2 hero, Endeavor.

"...I can tell you're probably wondering why I am here."

He spoke like a Speaker Strider. The room seemed to rumble with his each word. His tone was professionally cold, his posture never once turning to face me while speaking.

"It seems that my son... Todoroki. He had been injured when he ran off from the fight... Though it seems he fought the Hero-Killer."

He scoffed, but I could see through his demeanor. His trembling lips, shaking hands. He was worried for him. Worried for his son.

I stood up to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He finally turned to me, a little shocked at my appearance, most likely remembering me from the UA Sports Festival.

As he sighed, he seemed to loosen a little. His straight posture seemed to sag a little. Even the flames on his face became a bit dimmer. But the fire in his eyes never stopped burning.

"That fool. He ran off on his own to fight against the Hero-Killer and almost get himself killed. I bet it was because he yet again refused to use his flame-"

Endeavor went silent after I presented him with Native's tag.

"By you having this I assume..."

I nodded slowly and solemnly.

Endeavor lowered his head as he entered Native's name into the list of casualties.

"So you and Native were there too..?"

I nodded.

"Native died killing Stain... Are you telling me that I should be grateful that my son isn't dead and be proud of his abilities..? That I should deepen my bond before it is too late to do so?"

I nodded again.

Endeavor looked down at his hands. His hands he used to capture hundreds of villans but yet... Not be able to care for his own son, much less his whole family.

The nurse came in to let Endeavor visit Shouto Torodoki as he stood to leave.

"You have given me much to think about, Cameraman. I will... Consider what you have told me."

As Endeavor left, I took my broken lens out. Yet another day, another battle, another casualty...

-End-

It might be a bit of a goofy read since I did it over a couple of days. Now to wait 6 months for the next chapter!