Try Me Bitch (Vigilante Deku)

Nighttime Outrage

After everything today.... my mind was a mess.... It was a complicated mess, buzzing with thoughts of Eri and those kids in the lab and Shoto and the prank day and Nezu. Then again, right now, I needed to know how the kids are. Their faces, their fear—it was all I could think about every after I got home.

I needed to know what was being done. The detective—Tsukauchi—he was supposed to be on this, right? He's the guy who handles these things.... I delivered everything he needed for it. But something deep down told me maybe he wasn't moving fast enough. Maybe those kids didn't have time.

It was that feeling.. that urge... that bottomless pit which made me move.

Before I knew it, I was standing outside the police station, panting a little from the run. I didn't even remember sprinting here. My mind was too caught up in what I might find inside. The station was quiet, just a couple of officers hanging around, probably trying to stay awake. No one seemed to notice me sneaking in, which was fine by me.

I slipped down the hall, my heart pounding in my chest. Tsukauchi's office was up ahead, the door slightly ajar. I stopped, listening for a moment. Nothing. Maybe he wasn't here? I pushed the door open and peeked inside.

The room was dimly lit, a small lamp on the desk casting long shadows. Papers were scattered everywhere—files, reports, all the stuff that should've been leading to Eri's rescue. But instead of feeling relieved, my stomach twisted into knots. Something wasn't right.

I stepped inside, closing the door softly behind me. My eyes landed on a stack of papers on the desk. They looked like they'd been hastily thrown together, barely held together with a paperclip. I moved closer, my curiosity and dread mixing into a cocktail of anxiety.

Please tell me they are doing something.... anything.... please.....

Please let these paper be paper about the case being closed....

I reached out and grabbed the top file, flipping it open. My hands were shaking a little, but I forced myself to focus. But as I read the first few lines, my blood started to boil.

Nothing. 

NADA

No progress.

 Just the same old information I already knew, shuffled around like it was supposed to mean something. It was like they weren't even trying. They were just sitting around, twiddling their thumbs, while those kids were still suffering.

I felt the anger rising, hot and uncontrollable. 

What were they waiting for? 

An invitation?

 A personal request to actually do their jobs?

Me:  Are you kidding me? This is all you've got? Useless... all of it...

Without thinking, I slammed the file shut and on the desk as well, the loud bang echoing in the small room. My hands were shaking, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it over with a loud, angry shout. Papers flew everywhere, the lamp crashed to the floor, and the sound filled the room.

But I wasn't done. 

Not by a long shot. 

The anger was a storm inside me, a tidal wave crashing through everything in its path. I started grabbing anything within reach—files, chairs, whatever—and threw them across the room. Drawers were yanked out and flung aside, their contents spilling onto the floor. I sent the chair crashing into the wall, the thud satisfying in a way that only destruction could be.

Me: You're just sitting here, doing nothing! How can you let this happen?!

The room was a disaster now, papers floating down like snowflakes, the desk overturned, broken. My breath was ragged, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. I stood there, chest heaving, trying to catch my breath, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface.

What was the point of all this? 

Trusting them, thinking they'd actually do something? 

I should've known better. 

If I wanted something done, I'd have to do it myself.

I looked around at the mess I'd made, feeling a weird mix of satisfaction and guilt. But then again if they weren't going to help, if they weren't going to save those kids, then I would.

Me:  I'll fix this. Even if I have to do it alone.

With that, I turned and walked out of the office, not bothering to look back at the chaos I'd left behind. The night air hit me as I stepped outside, cool and crisp, a sharp contrast to the heat still burning in my chest. I shoved my hands in my pockets and started walking, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the empty streets.

If I learned one thing... then if I went into that building as if I owned it, less people would ask question... that and that I actually knew their way around as well as all their blackspots of the cameras inside the buidling.

I wasn't sure where I was going yet, but I knew one thing for sure—this wasn't over. Not by a long shot... I had to do something and I didn't care how danergours it would be.