Wavering Emotions (OLD)

|Chapter Eleven| Returning Home

My phone had gone off multiple times, but for some reason, I didn't want to answer it. I knew that we had today off, as a sort of recovery day, and after this would be the weekend. My injuries were almost healed, So I'd be able to go back home, however, I didn't want to be alone. Dad would still be stuck here for about another day, unless he snuck out if the hospital again.

No matter the case, when they told me I could go, I had tried my best to protest, claiming that I was probably too young to be left alone. The lady working laughed at me, saying that at my age, I should be wanting to be left home alone. I mean, by now, I should be used to it. Dad always left me alone before he became a teacher at U.A, and at a much younger age too.

Reluctantly, I had to temporarily say goodbye to Dad, at least until they let him leave. Although, knowing him, he'd most likely get out earlier than intended one way or another.

I began the walk home. In all honesty, I had no idea where I was, and the sun was beginning to set. Not really the ideal conditions for a 15-year old girl who's walking home alone. Especially when the area I was in was seemingly run-down. This met all the qualifications to be a possible murder scene. As I continued to walk down the darkening sidewalk, my nerves only grew worse.

I passed an alley that seemed much darker than it should have been. A small crash could be heard from inside, and I froze. I peered inside, nearly jumping as I saw a small figure nearing my position. Right as I was about to run, a meow came from under me. "O-oh." I stuttered, staring down at the small, gray cat. "I really am paranoid, aren't I-" A hand covered my mouth from behind, preventing me from speaking. The cat beneath me had morphed into a human man, and he chuckled.

"We got a good one this time." He gestured to whoever was holding me, and he began walking into the alley, pushing me along with him. "The boss will be pleased with us for sure!" His bright green eyes bore into my (E/C) ones, and I shivered in fear as he neared my face. "Alright, Vin, you can let her go. She probably already knows what's coming, and if she's smart, she'll keep quiet. You know what's gonna happen, dontcha girly?" I was frozen with fear as whoever was behind me released their grip. At this rate, I was done for! The only thing I could think of doing would be to use my quirk... When I used it at U.S.J, nothing happened, but if I were to go into that depressed state in a place like this, it'd be asking for death!

I decided I had to try. If I could give myself just a moment to escape, it might save my life. I took a deep breath, the image slowly appearing in my mind. Right as my quirk was about to activate, a bright blue flame cut me off. I could hear one of the men screaming out in pain. "Ah, shit! What the hell did you do girl?!" His hand reached over to me, and I froze.

At the entrance to the alley stood a tall male. He had spiky, black hair, and piercing blue eyes. Portions of his skin were purple and it was held together by staples. I would be lying if I said his appearance didn't intimidate me in the slightest. A scream interrupted my thoughts, and my attention turned back to the two men. I gasped, only to switch my attention between the two men and the one standing at the entrance of the alley. Those two, they were dying. Sure, they were bad people, but...

The fire had vanished, and all that was left of the men now was a pile of ashes. I stared at the male, wondering why he didn't kill me as well. "Get out of here. Forget you saw anything. I don't feel like killing a kid tonight." He stated, walking past me. The ashes beneath him stirred and began blowing in multiple directions around him. I watched as he left, unable to process anything that just happened.

The second I realized what had just happened, I had bolted from the alley. I ran, not even sure where I was anymore. Frantically, I began looking around, trying to spot anything I recognized. Obviously, I hadn't been paying attention, as I crashed into something, or someone. "A-ah, I'm so sorry!" I apologized, looking down at whoever I had crashed into, only to be met with a familiar pair of tired purple eyes.