Last Standing

Chapter 18

There was nothing. 

No noise, no light. Even their unsteady breaths were cut silent by the walls of the abandoned hideout. Surely no-one lived here, right? Surely no-one thought a place where not even their own feet could be seen was safe. Right?

Well, apparently not. This was made clear as Shinsou heard a soft, female groan. Unnatural, yet slowly approaching. Footsteps muted by the world around them, a world of void and darkness, a world that caused a flooding fear to fill not only himself, but the other two as well. 

Truthfully, Shinsou didn't know what he expected when he saw the bloodshot red eyes and a sudden flash of light as electricity crackled behind him, a high pitched squeal which obviously belonged to the blonde haired electricity user whose bare arm sparked against Hitoshi's. 

But he wasn't paying attention to that when the lights flashed on. Oh no, he didn't. He focused on the destruction that stumbled in front of him. It was the first of those 'monsters' he had properly seen and his stomach twisted with a nausea that wouldn't ease with any amount of gagging. 

Her hair was matted and tangled, having more than likely not been brushed or straightened in days as dried up red clung to the split ends, frozen in a motion the blood would never finish. The colour was a dusty sand which more than likely use to shine as she walked in the sun. 

Her fangs and claws ringed prominent as a gloss of crimson coated them, hands twitching as a mouth laid agape, the left cheek torn as muscle and tissue dissolved around it. It's legs, once displaying the shoes and socks of a blissful schoolgirl outfit, were cut up and down with constantly growing scars that will never heal anymore. 

The creature's clothes, once again which were a schoolgirl outfit that was worn with a blissful blood-lust, were ripped apart, pieces of cloth hanging on by few threads as if trying to keep intact what little body was left of this person.

But the eyes were what stole Shinsou's breath. Eyes that were always bloodthirsty, however now they showed a stagnant fear, a stagnant regret, below the murder. A person who was always a murderer, but died like her victims once did. Suffering. 

This was Himiko Toga. The girl that Shinsou saw laughing as she cut up a corpse. Now as lifeless as those she had killed over the years. 

And Himiko Toga sprinted at the group with vicious intent, causing the three to ditch all resolution, breaking off down three different direction 

* * *

Kaminari held back everything to not scream as he heard the demented and disorientated laugh follow him down the corridor. Of course that bitch chose to follow him. He was meant to be safe, wasn't he? 

Clearly not, as he reached the dead end, almost like a hit to the face. 

Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit 

A panic began to rise in him as he turned to see hungry eyes. He couldn't think, couldn't run, couldn't shout out. But at the same time, he didn't want to die here. By himself. Alone. He could feel the sparks rising as the fear ensued. It was his only hope. He didn't know if it would work but he had to try as the electricity trickled up and down his body, the lights overhead already flickering. 

As she jumped at him, his hand raised, a flurry of electrical waves shattering against her face as she suddenly flew backwards, slamming into a wall. It wasn't full power and she clearly wasn't completely defeated but he had a chance. 

Kaminari ran. 

* * * 

Bakugou heard the crash as he entered the only room in the building that didn't appear abandoned. Furniture neatly arranged, made to home at least a group of five people. Photos were pinned against the wall, crosses underneath them and for a moment it was a valley of the dead.

Denki's father. Cross.

Jirou. Cross.

Mina. Cross. 

But what pulled at Bakgou's heart, made him almost collapse under a sheer volume of pure dismay... was the photo of the shark teethed redhead, his grin as stupid and lovable as it ever has been. Kirishima. The one person Bakugou truly cared about with all of his being and felt equal to... to be only remembered by a group of heartless murderers who took their intent to harm too far for the world. 

The grief.. the dismay.. it began to twist into anger as he stared at the photos. Bang. A pain soared through his fist as the walls held strong. Who cared. Bang. A darkened anger that had built up, flooding his being, blinded him. Bang. Maybe the other two would hear him. Bang. Maybe not. Ba- 

"Being loud, aren't you?"

"Yes, you really should quiet down- 

"-MAKE AS MUCH NOISE AS YOU LIKE"

His eyes widened as his bloodied fist fell to his side. A hung silence remained as Katsuki slowly turned, staring at the culprits. The two villains who had started it all, surely. So why wouldn't he move? Why was he frozen in place by them just being there? Was it the anger? The hatred? Or was it just fear?

Possibly. 

Or maybe it was because he heard the two sets of running footsteps that tackled the two figures down, a scarf identical to Aizawa's tying around the two as Bakugou watched, helpless to his own emotions.

"Put them again the wall, Kaminari" 

"Got it!"

And like that, Bakugou had snapped back into the room, his fist slamming into the wall once more. 

"Now we have some fucking questions for you two fucking pieces of shit."