Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S5 - 3. [A Real Nuisance]

As everything went quiet, Katsuki climbed his way out of the SUV. He held up his gun.

"Twelve bullets, let's make them count"

He didn't waste time, standing and shooting over the cover of the vehicle. Bullet one went to an ugly guy with brown pants.

"See! He had the right idea with brown pants!" He announced. Rapid shots of semi-automatic guns rained down on him and he ducked behind the car.

Bullets two and three went straight into two more gunner's heads. Success.

A motorcycle revved, whizzing by Katsuki's cover. More bullets rained down, forcing him to dodge as best he could. Many made their mark, hitting him in his legs and chest.

He raised his own gun, pulling the trigger. Bullet four, miss; bullet five, miss; bullet six, miss. Shit. The cyclist avoided them beautifully, returning to the other side of the car.

Katsuki groaned in annoyance, jumping over the car. He shot two more bad guys, leaving him with four bullets.

He rolled behind another car, ducking as bullets went through the windows. He heard the telltale 'click' of a grenade's pin being pulled and stood, shooting bullet nine at it. It blew up, killing the two guys that stood there.

A bullet hit him, ripping right through his head. He lay there when he woke, allowing the awkward position to his advantage as the guy stepped closer.

Bang!

The guy fell and Katsuki stood, aiming at the corpse. Two more shots rang out, forcing the body to jolt.

"Shit! Oh well, it was deserved"

Footsteps caught his attention and he vaulted over a nearby car, spinning in the air to aim at three morons. They were lined up perfectly, allowing the shot to go through. All three fell.

Welp, that was all of his bullets. Katsuki skipped over to the only intact SUV and opened the door. It was empty. Shit!

"Oh Francis~! Where are you~!"

His body jerked as a bullet ripped through his side. He spun, unsheathing his swords. The third guy in the line he'd just shot stood there, the bullet having barely grazed his forehead.

Katsuki charged, too quick for the guy to react, and pierced through his chest with his swords.

It took a bit of effort, but he managed to rip his swords sideways, pulling the man apart.

"Now... Where could Francis be?"

He turned in slow motion as a motorcycle's tires screech on the asphalt. Found him.

Found him and the bastard was on a damn motorcycle driving past.

Oh well, he'd already said maximum effort. Katsuki chucked one of his swords, mentally cheering as it meets its mark in one of the wheels.

The bike flipped, rolling and launching the rider off. Francis hits the crashed car Katsuki had used for cover earlier.

He skipped over. "A hush falls over the crowd. Rookie sensation lines up the shot. His form looks good-"

Katsuki kicked the biker in the chest, sending him back down. He kicked the fucking bastard. Then again. Thrice, quadtrice, quintrice, sextice. He kept kicking the man.

Finally, he grabbed the man by the jacket and threw him into the guardrail, taking pleasure in the sound the man's body made.

With a well angled kick, the helmet came flying off. Francis indeed. He plunged a sword into the man's upper chest, just below the collarbone, to keep him secured to the cement barrier.

"Looking good, Francis. Well rested"

"Well hello, Deadpool... Or should I say Katsuki Bakugou. Quite the predicament you're in"

"Yeah, and whose fault is that, Francis? Time to undo what you did to me"

Francis only smirked. "You should thank me. Apparently I made you immortal. I'm actually quite jealous"

"This ain't a life worth living, is it? Now, I'm about to do to you what I did to that-" He jerked a thumb to the guy he'd cut apart. "-bastard"

Katsuki lifted a fist to hit the man, but stops. He's been grabbed on the arm. What now?

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