To Overthrow The Stars

Prologue p.2

Warning: mentions of WWI, light cursing, 

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Karma [kahr-muh]
-noun-
1. Hinduism, Buddhism. action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or in a reincarnation: in Hinduism one of the means of reaching Brahman.
2. Theosophy. the cosmic principle according to which each person is rewarded or punished in one incarnation according to that person's deeds in the previous incarnation.
3. fate; destiny
4. the good or bad emanations felt to be generated by someone or something.
*Courtesy of Dictionary.com*

My green irises burn, crimson blood oozing from the veins in the white of my eyes, I groan as unbearable pain shoots through my head like a headache, lightheadedness making me nauseous. I hold my hands over my eyes, left palm burning as well, "Gosh damn, that hurts." I groan, cradling my head in my hands as blood drips from between my fingers. Hot crimson droplets patter the cold concrete floor, "Why are you making me train like this? It's brutal!" I grimace, looking at my hands through blood-clouded eyes.

The scar on my left hand starts to tear up with blood as well, so I look up to my trainer, Kurogiri, "You must get stronger, no matter how much pain..." He states sadly, "All for One wants you to become a spy in the Hero Course, knowing you affiliate with no particular side. He's offering you a spot at his side if you choose to become a Villain." Kurogiri slides a glass of juice across the bar at me, "Here, take a moment to rest."

"Thank you." I stand and walk over to the bar, slumping into the stool and chugging the delicious orange juice before taking a rag from Kurogiri and wiping all of the blood off myself and the floor. It stings, but I'm able to clear the blood off of myself, "It's crazy how you can be so kind yet so brutal, Kurogiri-sensei." I smile, handing the rag to him, "You have a mix of energies. Are you suffering of multiple personalities? Or perhaps you are made of two people like a Nomu?"

Kurogiri tilts his head at me, black portal mist still trying to flow upright, "I'm not sure I understand what you are saying?" Kurogiri takes the glass I drank from and the rag and begin to clean them, "Anyways, you've surpassed your limit for today, I say you should go home now before Shigaraki-san gets back."

"I agree, I do not want to deal with that man-baby right now." I laugh, gathering my school bag into my arms in order to sling it onto my back, "Until next session." I wave and exit through the front door, squinting as the sunlight glares at me over the buildings in the alleyway. I check my clothes for any splatters of blood until I'm satisfied that there is none, then I head on home.

"I'm back!" I shout as I open the door, kicking my shoes off in the entryway and shutting said door behind myself, "I brought the groceries you asked for!"

My mother peeks her head around the corner from her seat on the couch, "Put them away for me please!" She responds, bright pink controller in hand from whatever game she's playing on the console. I sigh and do as she says, then make my way down the hall towards my dad's office. He's messing around with something on his computer with his headphones on, so I wave to him and head over to my room where my cat greets me by throwing himself against my legs.

"Hi bubba." I smile warmly, leaning down to pet him before I sling my bag at my desk and rummage through it for the application. My school counselor gave it to me and called to leave a message for my parents about her recommendation for my education. The application is for the U.A. High School Support Course, where my counselor thought I would be best suited with my creativity and adaptability.