Silver Cyclone

Chapter 27: Another Nightmare

The first thing I saw, was Mr. Aizawa. Nomu was sitting on top of him, breaking each and every bone in my teacher's body. My feet were stuck to the ground. I couldn't move or speak. It grabbed his head, slamming it down. Mr. Aizawa wasn't moving. I wanted so badly to run forward, but my legs were stuck in cement.

"You failed." The Nomu's beak didn't move, but I knew the voice came from him. I could feel the tears leak from my eyes. I couldn't do anything.

The scene changed. Mr. Aizawa was gone and was now replaced with All Might, stuck in Nomu's grip. Kurogiri's portal was sucking him down. Still, I was stuck in place. I was able to turn my head, and I saw Todoroki and Bakugou crumble away after Shigaraki managed to grab both of their arms. No, this wasn't supposed to happen this way! Turning my head again involuntarily, I was forced to see All Might halfway into the portal, his body slowly being squeezed apart. I couldn't close my eyes, or look away. Blood and guts flew everywhere, soaking the entire ground in red. I felt my chest tighten like my heart was being squeezed the same way. My arms shook at my sides.

All Might! I wanted to call out, but all that came was tears. I felt choked, blood coming up my throat. I collapsed onto the ground. Midoriya ran at me, but Kurogiri opened a portal and the scene of Shigaraki's hand reaching through was burned into my eyes. No Snipe was there to save him, and I saw him crumble away. A hiccup forced blood out of my mouth. It wouldn't stop, like all the guilt I felt was trying to get out, but it would, not, stop. I grasped at my throat, like that would cut off all of these feelings of pure regret.

Once more I was met with an all too familiar scene of that night, five years ago. My mother was laying on the ground, and the villain Gusto was laughing hysterically.

"You couldn't save you're Mom, my poor younger sister, and now the people you look up to! If nobody else was there, they would be dead! You're such a pathetic neice!" He cried out, and Mom's glazed eyes looked up at me like a zombie.

"You failed, Aki. You failed all of us."

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I woke up, my head slamming against the wall behind my bed. I saw frost lining the walls, which meant I must have activated my quirk in my sleep. I was breathing heavy, all the air seeming like it disappeared from my lungs. My pillows and blanket were on the ground, and my sheets were halfway off my bed. Even though it was cold in here, I was sweating oceans. My throat was raw, every struggled swallow felt like a million needles poking and prodding my neck. My eyes felt itchy, and my face was salty from all of my crying. My arms dully throbbed every time I moved them. I knocked my head against the wall.

"It was just a dream. Just a..." I faltered, thinking about what could have happened. There were so many times that could have meant someone's death, but yet, nobody died.

"Hey! Aki? Are you okay!?" Amaya threw open my door and saw the messed up state I was in. Haru was behind her, a tired look on his face. He flicked on the light switch.

"I-I'm fine, you two. J-Just go back to bed, alright?" I told them, managing a small smile.

"You're not fine. I'll call Dad-" She declared, pulling out her phone as I cut her off.

"There's no need to bother him or Kazuki. They're working. And I'm okay, okay?" I told them, waving them off as I stood up. Amaya just looked concerned.

"Are you sure? I bet Dad won't mind." She continued, speaking softly.

"His employer will. Man, I've got to be the most pathetic older sister anyone could have." I stated as I pulled off my sheets. They were nasty, and I had to make sure to throw them and everything else in the washer.

"Well, I think you're amazing. I mean, you got into U.A. and survived a villain attack that Pro Heroes got injured in. You're not depressed or anything even though you saw Mom die. That makes you strong, not weak or pathetic." Haru replied with energy, wiping the tired look off of his face. "But don't blackmail me with this later." He mumbled under his breath. Amaya and I chuckled.

"Of course not, unless you do something to deserve it." I winked, removing the pillowcases. "You two should go back to bed."

"If you say so. You sure you're okay?" Amaya asked again.

"Yep. As good as can be!" I exclaimed, pushing them out. Amaya looked back again, clearly worried. I lightly closed the door, a frown taking the place of my smile. That was one of the worst nightmares I've had in a while. The last few nights I've been lucky. I'm as good as can be. Right?