The Death of You [BNHA]

Chapter One

A/N: Images used is just found from google searches (unless otherwise stated as fan art given to me).. I don't art well

(This story takes place a few years before Toshinori is injured by All for One, so like 9 years before the start of the anime?? Ish??? Math???)

Emi- Age 21

~Emi's POV~

        I glanced down at my phone as it buzzed in my hand. A text from an unlisted number flashed across the screen. I need you for a delivery. My stomach churned unpleasantly, my palms grew sweaty and my heart started to race. I'd just pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the time and now I was filled with dread and had started to perspire. I tucked my phone in my pocket, and took off my apron before waving for someone to take my place to serve food to the hungry.

        "Everything alright, Emi?" The youth pastor who ran the whole soup kitchen asked me worriedly, "you don't look so good."

        "Sorry, I don't know what came over me all of a sudden, I think I'm going to go home." I bowed apologetically.

        "No need to apologize, you're a volunteer and we have plenty of help today, go get some rest." He offered me a warm smile. He was a nice man and he didn't push the religious stuff on me like most people in his profession tended to do.

        I bowed once more as guilt knotted my stomach and took my leave. The frigid winter air chilled me to the bone. Despite the cold, I was still sweating as I headed for my car. Sliding into the driver's seat I glanced at the photo pinned to my visor. It was a photo of me and my older brother during my spring break of my final year of high school. Though it was only three years ago, it felt like a lifetime ago. I stared at their smiling faces for a long moment wishing I could turn back time. My older brother Beni, though I just called him Ben, was grinning from ear to ear his cheeks were dimpled and the left cheek was sporting a bright red handprint and his eyes, the same slate grey as mine were bright with laughter. One of the local surfers had offered to take him out to catch his first wave, he wiped out, horribly, and had to be fished out by the other local surfers. I'd slapped him in the face for the heart attack he'd given me just before the picture was taken. Ben always laughed everything off, it was one of the things I loved most about him, he was always carefree...or at least he had been.

        It was only a few months after that day that Ben had fallen in with the wrong sort, he started being a drug mule for extra cash. I had no idea until about three months ago when he was mugged and beaten half to death. The men he worked for were holding him captive and forcing me to be a mule for their drugs. They threatened to kill Ben if I didn't and told me I just had to make the deliveries until I had done enough to cover the amount of money Ben had lost in product when he'd gotten mugged. They told me if I went to the police, they'd kill Ben.

        I kissed the tip of my index finger before lightly touching it to Ben's red cheek in the photo. "Look at the mess we're in, Ben." I sighed as I started the car and took off to the warehouse, I picked up all my deliveries from.

        It was a warehouse on the outskirts of town tucked in a patch of forest out of sight from any road. The small side road that led to it was hard to find unless you knew where it was. There was a car on the road when I made my first pass and I had to turn around at a gas station down the road to make a second pass. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I turned down the hidden side road and killed my car lights. My heart was still racing erratically in my chest. Though I was now, sadly, used to this routine, it never got easier, I was never not terrified of losing Ben, getting caught, getting mugged or being killed by the vile men who were holding my brother prisoner.