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Chapter 4

🚧Blood Warning!🚧

When I heard Kiri snoring I knew that was my opportunity to go. I gathered my clothes and got dressed before looking at the clock. It was 11:05, good thing his place was only a few blocks away from the station. I grabbed my phone and started for the door. I heard him mumble something and I froze. After a few seconds I heard him snore again and I silently made my way downstairs. After slipping my shoes on I ran to the terminal, hoping that I wouldn't have to wait long for a train. After a five minute wait I boarded the train to my old neighborhood. Staring out the window I wondered if I should have left Kiri a note, but I quickly shook off that feeling as I felt a pair of eyes on me.

Turning around I saw a hooded figure on the other side of the train car. They continued to stare at me even though I had caught them in the act. They remained silent for the entire ride. When the train reached my stop I exited, only to find that the stranger did as well. Shoving my hands in my pockets I chose to ignore them as I walked the half mile to the woods. They continued to follow me and an uneasy feeling began to set into my stomach. I stopped in my tracks and so did they. Who ever it was must know about my quirk and they were smart enough to keep their distance. I turned to face them, pulling a hand from my pocket and setting of a few sparks to try and intimidate them.

"Whoever the hell you are you better leave before I blast your ass into the next town over," I threatened.

The person didn't move at all, it was almost as if they only moved when I did. To test my theory I took a step towards them, they quickly did the same. When I took two steps backwards, they took two more steps in my direction. Clearly something was wrong with this person and I didn't want to find out what. Without a second thought I bolted into the woods. Weaving in and out of trees, hoping to lose my pursuer. Glancing back I saw that they were able to keep pace with me pretty well.

Picking up the pace I fired small bursts here and there to give me an extra boost. When I looked back a second time I saw that they were even closer than before. There was a clearing up ahead so I decided I would have to fight them there. When I reached the clearing, I stopped. Looking around I saw no one, not even a shadow of the person who was following me. Hearing a twig snap, I spun around ready to defend myself. My eyes widened as I saw Uraraka stumble into the clearing.

"Ochako!" I ran towards her, hoping that I could just get her on my back and get us both out of here.

Her brown eyes met mine and I suddenly froze in place. Something was off about her. Despite everything she must've gone through at Deku's hands, there was still something about her that didn't seem normal. Before I could figure it out she began bolting towards me. I had a split second to react, not wanting to fight her I barrel rolled out of the way. As I got back onto my feet I was met with a foot to my face, knocking me onto my back a few feet from where I was. I shook off the pain and got back to my feet, wiping the blood away from my lip.

To my surprise, Uraraka had disappeared, just as the other figure had before. Something was strange was definitely going on here. I looked around me seeing a light in the distance. I squinted but was unable to figure out what it was. Cautiously I started walking towards it. As I grew nearer I realized that the light was coming from a building. More specifically my childhood home. Just my home, surrounded by trees. I was about to turn to leave when the front door opened and the smell of my mother's homemade curry hit me in the face.

The smell drew me inside and I made my way to the kitchen. I expected to find my mother at the stove, but as I turned the corner into that room. My heart dropped like an anchor and my hands flew to my mouth. The walls were completely coated with blood and the furniture was strewn about as though there had been a struggle. On the stove was a pot with steam rising from it, the curry no doubt, and on the counter was a bloody knife wedged into the wooden surface. I let my head drop and my eyes widened as I saw a limp hand sticking out from behind the island in the middle of the room. Shakily I slowly approached the island. The hand I saw belonged to my mother who was lying in a pool of what I assumed to be her own blood.