My Hero Academia: EMTs

From Darkness

The Villain

Henry Miles: The Purple Bandit

The tales of my purple mask blow in the wind as I look over the city. I tighten my running shoes, my purple cape draping on the ground. I then survey the crowd below through purple binoculars for anyone who looks to have valuables.

I smirk as I watch a woman with a large purse walking along. "Perfect..." I say.

I dive off the roof, spreading my arms to slow my descent as I plummet five stories to the ground, my cape billowing behind me.

Several feet before impact and my eminent doom, I swing my right arm, and a duplicate of me appears in midair, itself having far less momentum than I currently do. About to impact, I eye the clone, and- suddenly, my mind is in the clone.

I am the clone; my mind has fully transferred. My first body crashes into the pavement, blood splattering and bones crunching as I walk away from it. As the people around turn in fear and disgust at the sight of my crushed body, I snap my fingers, the corpse disappearing. I go into a sprint.

The people around me aren't sure what to do as I move through them. I grab the purse of the old lady and take off running.

"Thief!" The woman yells. "Help!"

"It's the Purple Bandit!" someone yells.

"Get him! There's a reward!" another yells.

"He's just a boy. Be careful!" a concerned young woman yells as I commit a crime right in front of her.

Men and women around me try to grab at me, but it's hopeless. I duck under several extended hands as I maneuver to an overhanging fire escape. It's some eight feet up, but I jump for it anyway, extending my right arm.

Three feet above me, another copy of me appears in the air, barely making up the distance and grabbing the bottom of the platform. I transfer to that clone, quickly snapping away the last body again. I'm too heavy to pull myself up to the platform with just my fingers, but no matter, I'm close enough.

I look up, and yet another copy of me appears on the above platform. It dashes over to the stairs and starts to climb.

All eyes turn to the copy, and everyone assumes that I transferred to it instead of staying in the body that has just crashed to the ground.

They're all wrong, though. When I hit the ground, it's obvious to see and feel why they assumed I would body swap again. Everyone looks away from me, following "the action" as my clone retreats up the fire escape.

A man dressed in a black coat and jeans drops down the fire escape, holding some kind of silver scarf to break his fall and hook onto the floor just above my clone. "Stop right there!" he yells at the clone.

On the ground, I smirk. Even Pro Heroes have a hard time keeping up with my quirk. I get up and sprint away, gulping down the pain from my earlier fall, leaving all the knuckleheads in the dust as I tear down an alleyway.

I see a door in the alley and run over to it, trying to open it.

Dang it! Locked!

I snap my fingers on my left hand again. Making my clone disappear will give away my game, but I have no choice. I can only make one clone at a time and need my quirk to escape the alleyway.

I quickly peer under the locked door into the room past it. It looks like some kind of restaurant kitchen. Well, it's better than staying out here, right?

I swing my right arm, and a clone of me appears inside that kitchen. I transfer my mind to the clone, leaving my current body in the alleyway.

I hear the pro hero in the alleyway as I move deeper into the kitchen.