MHA Rando Oneshots

Oneshot Experiment Deku

The world seemed to always be cruel. No matter what I changed. No matter what occurred. No matter what was created. No matter what was said.

I was taken off the street. Created. Edited. Modified. Brought together. Trained. All to be a weapon of mass destruction.

I never wanted this. I had fought to be free. I had escaped through blood and tears. No matter what I tried. I ended up back in their clutches.

The world seemed to always be cruel.

Nothing has changed. But I am done fighting it.

The rain that drenched my clothes left a chill running through my bones. But I paid no mind, having endured much worse. Standing on the building in the middle of the city, my mind continuously drew blanks. Nothing bouncing around in my head besides instincts while the wind whipped through my long coat. My black hair flew free for once, gracefully twisting and bending around my face. My green roots were barely noticeable. Looking around the city, the lights strained my eyes. People bustle around the streets despite the sun hiding on the other side of the world. Walking and wandering through life with no knowledge of the underground that exists within. Or the man watching. Waiting for the right moment. And it was quickly approaching.

A cold material grazed my neck, sharp and unyielding.

"We have you surrounded. There is no escape. Your days of harming society are over. Surrender while I still have the patience to give."

Unblinking, my gaze looked down on the sharp red feather against my throat. Just below the device of my very own nightmares. Following the feather, my emotionless gaze reached the eyes of the pro hero Hawks. His face is hard, but a glimpse of shock reaches his eyes when mine meet his. I knew I was a ghastly sight, no matter how many times people looked at me, their eyes always widened with some semblance of shock. This hero was no different. His grip on his feather shook for a moment as he took in my features. My young face barely portrays my age. Scars cross my face, from gashes to burns. My left eye was barely functional with a particularly bad scar crossing from my forehead to my cheek. That eye had a slight glaze covering it while the other was a sharp viridian green. The gaze they held was war-hardened, lacking any emotions. His eyes widened as they reached my neck. A large mechanical, metal collar laid tightly against my throat. A bright red light flashes on the side closest to the hero. What was unseen to him were the spikes embedded in my spine on the back of the device. By the way that his feather lowered slightly, I guess he began to infer my situation.

*Static* "Is the mission complete yet Subject 107" *Static*

Hawks's eyes widened as a voice came through my collar. His eyes met mine once again as I tightened my fists that were firmly placed in my coat's pockets. I guess his inference was just confirmed as his eyes filled with emotions that I could barely decipher.

The confusion filled his eyes as I took a step forward, neglecting to answer the voice from my collar. He tightened his loosened grip on his feather, pushing it back against my neck. Despite his actions, his eyes tell a different story. He was hesitant, filled with more questions than I was willing to answer.

"What was that? Why are you here? You have never allowed us to corner you before. Wh... Why are you doing this?"

His voice lacked the confidence I knew he normally exhibited. He was not the number three hero for no reason. But I knew he was close to figuring it out. Only a moment more.

Taking another smooth step forward, I allowed his feather to pierce just below my collar. Drawing just enough blood to drip down slowly towards my worn shirt. His eyes widened and his grip faltered. I knew he wanted answers and to take his feather away from my neck, but I made sure to keep his gaze towards me.