Try Me Bitch (Vigilante Deku)

What is this?

The children were still whispering among themselves and telling I was their hero, their voices becoming a soft hum in the background as I strained to listen for any signs of movement. I hated to do this but I had to. I knew that the doctor and that damn lunatic with the bird mask had to wake up eventually. I could fight well but then again... knocking out a person was not up to me to decide when they would get back up. It could be minutes, it could be hours, it could be days.... and months... alright, let's not just exaggerate here.

Anyways, as I was listening for any sounds, I was also listeninging to the kids with one ear and half of a brain cell. I mean, I did undestand them but I definitely didn't think about what they were talking at all. It just went into my ear and out the other.

Suddenly, I heard them – the hurried footsteps, the agitated voices. The villains were on the move, and they were looking for me. I knew this would be happening. Still I hated it.

Villain 1: He couldn't have gone far. Search every room!

Villain 2: If he gets to the children, the boss will have our heads.

Villain 1: He has to find them first and let's hope he is just a stupid kid himself. 

The urgency in their voices sent a chill down my spine. I turned back to the children, trying to not show them how scared I was. I would be lying if I said I wasn't. My hands were shaking and my heart was just beating as if I had just ran a marathon. This was not a good sign... neither was the pain I felt thanks to my injury.

Me: Listen, everyone, I need to go for a moment. But I promise, I'll be back. Just hold on a bit longer, okay?

The children nodded, their eyes were all teary and I hated it. They looked as if they were on the verge of breaking. Maybe I was the last hope they had. Maybe I was everything they bet on right now. No matter what, I had to make it out of here alive.

 I took a deep breath and backed away from the door.

Me: I'll be back..... trust in me.... I'll be definitely back.

With that, I turned and ran, my footsteps echoing down the corridor. I needed to create a distraction, buy myself some time to figure out a way to get those kids out of there but I couldn't open the door and there was nothing around me to use to actually make a huge mess, noise or anything that could be used as a distraction. 

Villain 3: I think I heard something down this way!

Panic surged through me.

Did they find me?

they couldn't... right?

I couldn't let them find me. Desperation fueled my every actions right now. I was a vigilante. I was ready but I wasn't prepared for what I saw earlier. Nothing could prepare me for this!

As I turned a corner and came face-to-face with one of the villains.

Me: Oh, you've got to be kidding me!

Without thinking, I grabbed the phone the villain had in his hands andv just flung it at him, hitting him square in the face. He stumbled back, giving me just enough time to dart past him and keep running.

Villain 1: He's over here! Get him!

I ran blindly, not caring where I was going as long as it was away from them. Not as if I knew where I was to begin with. My breaths came in ragged gasps. I didn't know if my lungs would actually continue obeying me. They started burning and I never ran this much before. It was either that or it was the fight earlier with the combination of everything else that was making me feel this exhausted. I could feel my strength leaving me. Rest... that was what I needed right now. 

Me: Come on, come on, come on... 

I dodged into a room, slamming the door behind me. My heart pounded as I scanned my surroundings. The room was cluttered with papers, books, and strange medical equipment. It looked like some kind of research area. Desks were piled high with notes, and the walls were covered in diagrams and charts.

Me: What the hell is all this?

First a operation room...

Then dead children...

Then more children but alive thankfully...

And now this?

Am I even ready to read anything written here?

Do I have a choice?

I mean, I need proof for the police....

I hated it but I needed to get over it and take a look through the papers, trying to make sense of the chaotic mess. There were notes about experiments, lists of names, and detailed descriptions of procedures that made my skin crawl. 

Me: WHAT THE HELL?!!!!!! They wanna reverse a quirk? What? They want to actually create qurikless people????

I shoved papers into my pockets, not really reading them completly to the end, just grabbing anything that looked important with some key notes on it. The sound of footsteps grew louder, and I knew I didn't have much time.

Villain 2: He went this way! Check every room!

I needed a plan, and I needed it fast. My eyes fell on a ventilation grate near the floor. It was a long shot, but it might be my only chance.

Me: Please don't let this be a dead end...

I pried the grate open and crawled inside, pulling it closed behind me. The space was cramped and dark, but it was a temporary refuge. I could hear the villains outside, their voices angry and frustrated. Gosh, this was definitely a bad hiding place. Not only didn't I liked cramped spaces but there was a huge spider which nearly made me scream and jump out of my skin, right in front of me. OHHH WHAT A DRAMA THIS WAS! And no! I was not overexagerating it. I hated spiders with pation.

Villain 1: He can't have just disappeared! Find him!

I held my breath, praying they wouldn't check the vent. Though I would love to say I held my breath because of the villains but the truth was.. this spider had me more on edge then them.

My mind raced as I tried to piece together a plan to get the hell out of there.

Thankfully they just looked around and then got out of the room. Not as if there were many hidingspaces to begin with. I let out a shaky breath and immediately began to crawl quite in a hastly manner through the vent, hoping it would lead me somewhere useful. Getting back in that room was definitively not an option anymore. Who knows if they were not actually just waiting there for me after all?!

Hang on, kids. I'm coming back. Just hold on a little longer.

I crawled through the dark, narrow space, hoping not to see any more spiders... they were one of my enemies but I had to bite my limp and just go past them. The kids were more important than my scardy ass of spiders. Besides the notes I'd grabbed were enough to get the police to storm into that place. Now they would have the proof and everything else.

I need to get out of here and give this to the detective....

Now...

Where to go....