Rise of the Crimson Reaper

Chapter 1: Upbringings

A world of hero's and superpowers. . .  Sounds great right? Maybe, if your weren't stuck as one of the only 20% that doesn't have one. Just Fucking great being that freak. Especially when everyone even ridicules you for it as though it's your fault.

I was so excited as a kid to get my quirk to finally develop. I watched all my friends and classmates get such amazing abilities. I just told myself and anyone who asked that it's coming. Just a little bit late. Well come to find out I was and am appart of the minority that doesn't have one.

My whole world shattered around me to find out this revelation. What was I going to do? I had wanted to be a hero and use my quirk to help people. . . Over time I gave up on that idea. Growing up quirkless is hard as hell. People stopped being friends with me, make fun of me, called me names, even hurt me. I even got a glass bottle thrown at me by a classmate and I now have a scar across my lips from it even now, ten years later.

I eventually stopped trying to get people to like me. It was a hard pill to swallow but that's life. Not long after learning in quirkless my parents got distant and had another kid. Lucky them he did end up with a quirk. I mean I love my little brother Eijiro and all but I can't help but be jealous of him. I mean after all he got to have a quirk but our parents were pretty hard on him to succeed. I did help him where I could, and tried but I was kicked out when I was 18 so he was only 13.i doubt he even remembers me or even that he had a sibling. Though that's likely for the best.

I had ended uo graduation high school two years early and been working wherever I could get a job. It was pretty damn hard to get my own place though. I managed a shitty little apartment barely getting by and picked up a smoking habit to try to relieve stress from working two jobs. Not good for me but oh well who cares. Not me that's for sure.  I also started working out and learning self defense so I could at least not be completely defenseless.

It had been two years of being on my own when the league of villains found me. I was only 20 when the biggest change of my life occured.

I was walking alone past dark, which I know isn't always smart but I guess i look intimidating according to what I've been told. I mean I'm almost six feet tall, dress in a goth ish way, have slightly pronounced muscle mass on my arms and have a scar on my lips. So not to seem cocky but people generally leave me alone these days.

But that's besides the point, I was walking down the street and eventually leaned against a building to watch heroes defeating a villain. I was envious and jealous, not even that they got to be hero's but the fact that they had quirks. People treated them well, with respect. They didn't have to get ridiculed and made fun of all their life. And that pissed me off. Most of them have perfect lives all their life. I used to love those heroes. I despise them now.

I pull my pack of cigarettes from my pocket, bringing it to my lips and lighting it. I inhale deeply trying to concentrate on the nicotine and let it relax me so I wouldn't be as pissed off. I smoke with my eyes closed.

"fucking heroes. . . Bastards don't deserve all that praise and such an easy life. " I mutter aloud. Footsteps sound from the alleyway next to me. I tense ever so slightly and prepare myself If I needed to fight.

"So. . . What's a girl like you doing hating the heroes?" a scratchy semi pitchy voice sounded from the alleyway  "not that I could really blame you."

I hesitate a moment, a chill running down my spine as the male spoke. There was just something about that condescending tone that seemed to spell out trouble.  I choose my words carefully.

"Most of them were privileged brats that didn't have to work for their place in life. They have what they do because of their quirks. They get loved and appreciated just for that reason. It pisses me off. " my tone as bitter as unsweetened cocoa. I glance over my shoulder, the male was cloaked by the shadows.

"You speak like you're quirkless. " he rasps with a sharp laugh

"I am quirkless. "  my eyes trained on the alley. " I don't even wish I had one these days. I just wish those bastards got what they deserve considering most of those so called heroes are worse people than the villains they fight. " I notice slight movement like he's reaching up, followed by a rather nasty scratching noise. I grimace slightly at the sound. It was loud enough that I could practically feel the dry skin peeling and flaking off.

"What if I told you I have a way for you to get back at those heroes, And those who wronged you?"