Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S7 - 1. [Wide Eyes]

The hallway trembled with the thunder of approaching boots. Katsuki tightened his grip on his knives, blood still dripping from the blades.

"Stay there" He growled at Cipher, not bothering to look back. "I don't have time to save your ass twice"

The hero's panicked breathing filled the narrow space, but Katsuki blocked it out. His focus was on the shadows moving just beyond the corner: a dozen more guards, maybe more. He couldn't see them yet, but he could hear them. They were closing in.

The first guard rounded the corner, and before any of them could even react, Katsuki had already launched himself forward. His gun raised and a bullet already whizzing through the air, and the guard dropped instantly, his body crumpling at Katsuki's feet.

"Not even a challenge" Katsuki muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with amusement as the rest of the guards came charging in.

The clash was loud and violent. Gunfire erupted, blades clashed, quirks charged. Cipher ducked behind a crumbling wall like the coward he was. Katsuki was a whirlwind of chaos, a blur of red and black, and all hero could do was watch in horror as the bodies began to pile up around them.

Not for long, though. Soon enough, there was a dull thump. Katsuki managed to spare a glance long enough to confirm that the pansy had passed out. So useless.

The sound of gunfire and shouts echoed through the corridor as the guards closed in. Cipher's body was slumped against the wall. The blood, the screams, the death; everything had been too much.

Katsuki didn't spare him a second glance. If the hero couldn't handle a bit of violence, he was better off passed out anyway. Besides, there was work to do.

The guards stormed in from both ends of the hallway, their boots pounding against the concrete floor, their weapons raised. Katsuki felt the familiar rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins, his heartbeat quickening with the thrill of the fight.

"Finally" he muttered, his lips curling into a grin beneath his mask. "Keep 'em comin'"

He dashed forward, closing the distance between him and the first guard before the man could even pull the trigger. Katsuki's sword flashed in the dim light, slicing across the guard's throat in a single fluid motion. Blood sprayed across the walls, the man gurgling as he crumpled to the ground.

Without hesitation, Katsuki spun on his heel, launching himself at the next group of guards. They opened fire, bullets ricocheting off the walls as he zigzagged toward them with terrifying speed. He ducked low, avoiding the hail of bullets, then sprang up, his blade plunging into the chest of the closest guard.

The man let out a strangled gasp, his weapon clattering to the ground as he crumpled.

Katsuki's eyes gleamed with excitement, his blood pumping faster. This was what he lived for-the chaos, the violence, the blood. He could feel the high building with every kill, the world around him sharpening as he let the thrill of battle take over.

Two more guards rushed at him, one wielding a baton and the other close behind. Katsuki dodged the swing of the baton, grabbing the first guard's arm and twisting it until he heard a satisfying snap. The man screamed, but Katsuki silenced him with a swift shot to the head.

The second guard fired off a fireball of sorts, but Katsuki was already moving. He darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the flames, then lunged forward. His sword found the guard's neck, cutting deep and fast. The man's eyes widened in shock as he collapsed, blood pouring from the wound.

Katsuki stepped over the bodies, his boots squelching in the growing pool of blood and guts. The smell of iron filled the air, mixing with the stench of sweat and smoke. His grin only widened. This was where he thrived-in the middle of the storm, surrounded by death and destruction.

The reinforcements kept coming, but it didn't matter. Katsuki was unstoppable, his blade dancing through the air with deadly precision. Each kill sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through his body, the high building until it was almost overwhelming.

"Is this all you've got?" Katsuki called, his voice tinged with a maniacal edge as he cut down another guard, sending an unnecessary bullet into the downed man. "Come on! I thought you were supposed to be fuckin' professionals!"

The guards hesitated, fear flashing in their eyes as they realized what they were up against. Katsuki laughed, his voice echoing through the corridor like a predator toying with its prey.

He kicked one of the bodies out of his way, blood splattering against the walls as he advanced toward the remaining guards. They raised their weapons, but Katsuki didn't give them a chance. He was on them in seconds, his pistol up into their faces.

More bodies hit the ground, their blood mixing with the growing pool at his feet. Katsuki's heart pounded in his chest, the thrill of the fight pushing him to new heights. This was what he was made for this brutal, violent dance.

One of the last guards tried to flee, panic overtaking him as he stumbled back toward the stairwell. Katsuki watched him for a moment, a predatory grin on his face.

"Running won't save you~"

With a burst of speed, Katsuki closed the gap. The guard barely had time to scream before Katsuki's sword plunged into his back, twisting as the man crumpled to the floor.

The corridor fell silent once more, the only sound Katsuki's heavy breathing and the hum of the lights. He stood in the middle of the carnage, blood splattered across his suit, his sword dripping with red.

He took a deep breath, the high still buzzing in his veins. The world around him seemed sharper, clearer. This this was what he lived for.

He turned back to Cipher, who was still slumped against the wall, unconscious and oblivious to the battle that'd just taken place. Katsuki scoffed.

"Amateur"

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