Twisted Turns

Unforgiving

The world was too cold, too dark. And yet he reached his hand out to her when no hero would. It was a cold, wet and rainy day. Her house was burned down, her parents have gone missing that day. She would never know what became of them because she was home alone at the time of the incident. It was okay for her because, well, she wasn't exactly home either.

She was your typical youth who almost never saw her parents home, so was often stuck by herself. The same set of clothes every week, same boring meals every day, the same dark and lonely look in her eyes. Of course, the same bullies every day that would make fun of her for seeming quirkless. They would never imagine her to go missing one day - as if she disappeared with her parents to wherever they had gone.

Little did they know that their actions would cause her to go awry.

There was a set of actions that left her alone in a dark alley, her clothes and hair drenched from the rain. There had been a man that was sexually harassing her, so she had run away to hide, losing her shoes along the way. Heavily, she panted. Quietly, she wept as she made her way back home. Only - despite the rain - to find that it had burnt down. There, in the alleyway just across from her home, she wept the hours away, hoping one of her parents would come home.

"You poor child... The Heros did the right thing to put out the fire, only that it was too late... and yet, they did not see the innocent child who lived in that home. Let me be the one to take you back now and give you a new place to stay."

His voice was soothing, so welcoming and warming. She would lift her head slowly to glance up at the shadowed man who stood before her, his hand outstretched in the pouring rain. She didn't hesitate to welcome the kindness that was greeted to her.

"We will rewrite the heroes if you wish."

"I want to rewrite them all."

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"It's time for you to come out and play, old friend. The great hero has fallen and the Heroes are just behind him." Shigaraki called out at the door he stood at. "Won't you help me rewrite history today..?"

It was an old apartment building, battered and left to the homeless these days, as well as the hideout for some of the few small villains that stayed in hiding most of the time. Slowly, the old wooden door swung open inwards, a set of Amber eyes peeking out the crack.

"It's that time already, huh...?" She would then close the door. "I'll be out in a bit, please wait outside."

"Must deal with her... For my plan to work..." He mumbled as he made his way out, scratching his neck as he stepped down the stairwell and stepped out the front door.

"You mumble a lot. You know that? Stupid Shigaraki."

"You ready now?" He grumbled quietly without turning around.

He stood hunched, scratching the back of his neck almost as if nervous. Of course, they didn't have many obstacles left. All Might, his primary goal, is out of the picture now. However, a new threat had made himself known to the League of Villains, and that was the student of his former goal; Deku, AKA Izuku Midoriya. These thoughts troubled him, staying silent for long moments.

Only to have it broken with an irritating question from the girl. "So, is it true? All Might is gone and has a new replacement."

He stayed silent for a little longer before responding. "Yes. He goes by Deku. That is why I'm bringing you into the picture... This child is rather annoying... All this talk of heroism and such, it boils my blood."

"I see... So, you want me to ruin him and make an example out of his... Pure heart?"

"That.. seems to be the case, yes."

She gave a shrug, a plain look on her paper face. "Easy enough then."