Try Me Bitch (Vigilante Deku)

The Clash

I caught up to him. 

Finally.

FUCKING FINALLY!!!!!

Overhaul had made it a good distance down the alley, but I was faster—or maybe just angrier. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest as I closed the gap, my breaths ragged and filled with rage. My hand instinctively reached for the daggers I always carried—the ones Stain had given me. This was the time I could use them. The cold steel was a familiar comfort, but tonight, it felt like justice.

Me: Overhaul!

I shouted, my voice rough and venomous, laced with all the anger I'd been bottling up for days. I saw him glance back, his eyes narrowing as he realized I wasn't stopping, wasn't slowing down.

He turned to face me, trying to hold his ground, but there was a flash of something in his eyes—uncertainty...or pain? Maybe even regret?

 He wasn't expecting this, wasn't expecting me.

Good. 

He should be scared.

I didn't give him time to react. With a quick flick of my wrist, I sent one of the daggers flying, aiming for his leg. The blade sliced through the air, gleaming in the dim light before embedding itself in his thigh. Of course I hit my target... Stain would be mad if I didn't afteer all the training I got. 

Overhaul grunted in pain, staggering as his hand instinctively went to the wound. He fell to one knee, his expression a mix of surprise and pain.

Me: You think you can just get away with it?

 I started pulling out the second dagger as I closed in on him. 

Me: You think you can just run and hide after what you did?

Overhaul's eyes flicked to the dagger in my hand, his expression hardening. But there was something else there too—fear? No, it was caution. He wasn't scared of me. He was scared of hurting me.

Overhaul: Kid, listen—

 No, I wouldn't.... he started, but I wasn't interested in anything he had to say. I lunged at him, slashing with the dagger, forcing him to stumble back.

Me: Don't call me 'kid'! You don't get to talk to me like that!

I yelled, each word punctuated by a swipe of the blade. I could see the hesitation in his movements, the way he kept pulling back instead of retaliating. He wasn't fighting back—he was trying not to hurt me.

And that only made me angrier.

Me: Why aren't you fighting me?

I shouted, slashing at him again, this time catching the edge of his coat. 

Me: You're so quick to hurt those kids, to hurt Eri, but you won't touch me? What's the matter? Afraid to get your hands dirty?

Overhaul dodged another strike, his movements slower now, likely from the pain in his leg. He seemed to be weighing his options, his eyes darting between the dagger in my hand and my face. 

Overhaul: I don't want to hurt you.

Don't want to hurt me? 

The thought made my blood boil even more. I wasn't some delicate flower, and I didn't need his pity. I didn't need his restraint. I wanted him to feel what those kids had felt—the fear, the pain, the helplessness.

Me: Well, too bad!

I basically spat that out, lunging at him with everything I had. The dagger slashed across his arm, drawing blood. Overhaul winced, his face twisting in pain, but he still didn't fight back. Instead, he grabbed my wrist, trying to stop me without hurting me.

Overhaul: Stop this, now!

He commanded, his voice firm but with an edge of desperation. 

Overhaul: You don't understand what you're getting into! What you are capable of!

Me: I don't care!

I yelled, wrenching my arm free. I slashed at him again, and this time, the blade cut deeper, leaving a gash in his side. Overhaul gritted his teeth, clearly in pain, but he still refused to strike back.

His restraint only fueled my fury. 

Me: Fight back!

I screamed, tears of anger stinging my eyes. 

Me: Fight back, damn you!

He caught my arm again, holding it tightly but without malice. 

Overhaul: You're just a kid,....

He said through gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Overhaul: A quirkless kid... I can't hurt you.

Quirkless. 

The word hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, my anger wavered, replaced by something cold and bitter. 

That's all he sees. 

That's all anyone ever sees....

WELL NEWSFLASH, 

I AM NOT!

But I won't tell you that!

But that moment of hesitation was all Overhaul needed. He pushed me back, not with force, but with a sense of finality, as if he was done with this fight, as if he was done with me. 

Overhaul: You're better than this. Don't throw your life away over something you don't understand. You are the medicine the world needs.

His words cut deeper than any dagger could. I stood there, breathing hard, my hand still gripping the bloody dagger, but suddenly, it felt heavy, too heavy. My chest heaved with every breath, the adrenaline still surging through me, but it was like my body had forgotten how to move.

What the hell am I doing?

Overhaul slowly stood, clutching his side, his face pale from blood loss. He was hurt—really hurt—and it was my fault. I'd done this. And yet, he still wasn't fighting back.

My anger started to drain away, replaced by a cold, sinking feeling in my gut. I'd been so focused on my rage, on making him pay, that I hadn't even realized what I was doing. I wasn't just chasing him—I was becoming something else, something I wasn't sure I could control.

Serpant was right....

I am loosing myself here.....

Overhaul took a step back, his eyes never leaving mine. 

Overhaul: You don't want to become a monster, kid. Trust me,......