Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S4 - 6. [Conscious]

When Katsuki stepped through the front door of his family home, a sense of warmth enveloped him, washing away the tension and exhaustion of the day. The familiar sights and sounds of his childhood greeted him, filling him with a sense of comfort and belonging that he had sorely missed.

That last mission was hard on him. Especially since he had to work with his once enemies.

"Katsuki?" His mother's voice called from the kitchen, the sound of plates clattering against the countertop. "You're almost missed dinner, you brat"

With a small smile, Katsuki made his way towards the kitchen, where his parents were bustling about, plating a meal. His father glanced up from the stove, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he greeted his son with a nod.

"Hey" His father greeted, his voice warm with affection. "How was your day?"

Katsuki shrugged nonchalantly. "Same old" He replied, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "Just saving the world, one bad guy at a time"

His parents chuckled at his words, their laughter filling the air with a sense of joy. Despite the dangers of his chosen profession, they had always supported him wholeheartedly, knowing that he was destined for greatness.

Destined to be a hero.

As they sat down to dinner together, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They had always been close, despite what others seemed to think. For Katsuki, these moments were precious, a reminder of the love and support that had always been the foundation of his life.

As the meal drew to a close, Katsuki's mother suddenly placed a hand on his head. "We're proud of you," She told him. "No matter what"

Katsuki's heart sank, his chest tightening with the depth of his guilt. They supported him, they believed and trusted in him. Of course, that didn't mean he would be telling them about his main profession any time soon, but the secrecy was always eating at him.

It was just something he had to keep from them. His mercenary work was something too dangerous, too criminal. His parents trusted him to be a good hero, to be a righteous person.

He killed. He maimed. He stole. He broke. Katsuki knew that his actions were bad, he knew that he was doing was unbefitting of a hero. He knew it all.

But there was this thrill. Not just when he was seeking vengeance, but on every mission. Every kill, every completed task. It just felt right.

He was no hero, but that was okay. He was serving justice.

Not all heroes served justice. Katsuki was better than those heroes, those useless mortals. Justice, just like the old heroes did. Just like Toshiro did.

And if he had to use some lethal force, so be it. He was cleaning this country, purging it of its filth.

「He didn't take into account how the heroes thought of him, how his previous classmates resented and despised this new murderer. No, he simply kept on going.」

As he stood there with his parents, Katsuki forced a smile, masking the turmoil that churned within him. His mother's warm hand remained on his head, a gesture of love and trust that he didn't feel he deserved. He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"I know" He replied, his voice steady despite the inner conflict.

They exchanged a few more words, his parents unaware of the storm raging inside him. Once they retired to the living room, Katsuki excused himself, needing a moment alone to collect his thoughts.

He stepped out onto the front porch, the cool night air washing over him as he stared out at the city lights. His mind drifted to Toshiro, his late mentor. He could almost hear Toshiro's voice, reminding him that true strength came from within, from courage and determination.

Katsuki took a deep breath, the weight of his dual life pressing heavily on his shoulders. He knew he was walking a dangerous line, but he couldn't stop. Not now. Not when there was so much work left to do.

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from Teskai. [New job. Meet at the my place]

Katsuki glanced back into the house, seeing his parents' shadows moving behind the curtains. He sighed, feeling a pang of guilt mixed with determination. He had to keep going, for their sake and his own.

With a final look at the peaceful scene inside, he turned and leaped down the stairs, landing silently on the path below. It was time to switch back to his other persona, to become Deadpool once more. He ran through the streets, the thrill of the hunt rekindling the fire within him.

As he approached the apartment, he felt a sense of freedom. Teskai was waiting, always ready with support.

"We've got a child rapist that needs to be taken care of" Teskai said as Katsuki put on his gear. "Big bucks, they want it gruesome"

Katsuki nodded, the mask slipping over his face. "Sounds fun" He replied, his voice light. Just what he needed to let off some steam.

The road ahead was fraught with danger, but Katsuki knew he was ready. He was Deadpool, after all. And he was just getting started.

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