Stuck in My Hero Academia (Discontinued)

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Chapter Five - Trouble in Terrorist Town

"This is where I die,"

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Why did this always happen?

Abi always found a way to get lost. Somehow, someway, she found herself getting further from the place she wanted to go.

Not that it was a surprise, she was pretty good at getting lost. (She thought it was a little charming for her, really.)

As the sky darkened, she felt her hope fading with the sun. Once night came, she was sure she wouldn't make it.

I don't even know what my quirk is so if I get cornered, I'm as good as screwed.

As her thoughts sent her down a rabbit hole of despair, she didn't notice the intrigued gaze that watched her. Nor did she notice the man following her, but what's new? (She's not very good at observing her surroundings.)

She didn't notice him until he said something, and tried to grab her. Maybe the intense smell of alcohol should've been a significant factor to investigate.

"Heya, *hic*, what's a pretty little thing like you *hic*, doing in a place like this?"

She smelled the alcohol before he even had the chance to breathe on her. Plugging her nose, she felt her eyes water and burn. How was the smell of alcohol so potent?

God, smite me in my place or so help me- 

She dodged his attempt to snake an arm around her waist, hobbling just out of reach.

"Now c'mon girlie," a gurgled burp left his mouth, "I just want to have some fun." He smirked, thinking it made him look attractive. 

That wasn't the case. At all. It showed off his dirty, yellow teeth, and Abi let out an involuntary gag at the black along his gum line.

"Well, I don't." She said, clearly looking for an escape route.

Abi has a habit of replying to things a little blatantly when in danger, and it never really works out for her.

Her response didn't make the situation better, as his smirk turned into a frown, and she felt a knawing sensation in the pit of her stomach. "I'd play nice if I were you," he growled, "wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours."

Abi grabbed a garbage-can lid and turned to face him, "Nice isn't in my dictionary!" She then flung it toward him, Captain-America-style, before skedaddling through an alley. She heard a large 'thud!', but couldn't stop to indulge in any satisfaction since she wanted to get away quickly.

She didn't if anyone was wondering.

The man came around the other side of the alley and growled at her. His nose spurted with blood and sat at a crooked angle.

She couldn't help but wince. That had to of hurt. A lot.

"I said to play nice! Now you've made me angry!" He said, flexing his fingers. 

She didn't get time to process what he was going to do until he did it. 

He shot a steaming liquid from his hands, slashing it toward her. His movements were sloppy, indicating that he was still drunk. (Thank the gods.)

Her heart jumped into her throat as she let out a squeak and hid behind a dumpster. The liquid splashed onto the ground, steaming even more. Then she realized it was boiling. "This is where I die," she said. 

I'm gonna be boiled alive. Like a lobster. 

She chose this moment to imagine the event. A cartoonish picture filled her head. A kitchen with a large pot filled with boiling water, with her head pictured on a lobster. The man dropped her in as she cried.

"I don't wanna be a lobster!" She cried, forgetting the situation at hand.

The dumpster smashed behind her and she screamed, lunging away from it. Reality came back as she landed on her hands, then pushed her feet off the ground to turn to the man. She stared into the eyes of someone else, though. The man was no longer the only danger to her.

She didn't get the time to see exactly who it was as they jumped toward the man to fight. Not sure if the man was fighting for her, or to get her, she looked around for any means of defense. Her eyes trained onto two garbage cans, one still had a lid on top. 

The man from earlier growled and tried to throw water at the other man, but no water emerged from his hands. "What?!"

Before either man could do anything, Abi threw the garbage lid, Captain-America-style (of course), and watched as it slammed into his face.

He dropped with the lid, knocked out from the hit. 

Then she remembered the other man and pursed her lips. "I should've waited."

The man got into a defensive position before asking, "Who are you?" 

Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to breathe. It seemed cliche, but at that moment, her body decided to go into hyperdrive. She could imagine her body saying something along the lines of: "Oh! You're in a stressful situation? And your adrenaline is starting to go away? Well, now's the right time for a panic attack!" 

The man seemed to realize she wasn't much of a threat and pieced together what was going on. He almost groaned and scolded himself, realizing it wasn't a fight between two small-time villains. He smelled the alcohol from the man and took a better look at the girl. So it was just another drunk? Guess he deserved the trash can lid.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Sorry updates are wonky, I'm a little busy lately since I'm moving! Hopefully, once everything is settled, I can make a schedule for updating!

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