Small note, this takes place a month after the previous chapter. Every day all day, the illusion was played on repeat for the entire month. Also, this chapter is from Streak's perspective. Enjoy!))
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Streak sat at the table, his chin in his hands as he leaned toward the black screen of the tv. His foot tapped the ground, anger and fear rippling through him. He could see Crimson blinking worriedly at him from the corner of his eye. 'He has been gone for a month. God damnit, I feel so powerless!' He thought miserably, clenching his teeth. "We'll find him, Streak." He craned his head to see Yin leaning against the wall, blinking his dark brown eyes at him. Annoyance seemed to stab his heart.
"Then why haven't we found him, huh?! And what did I tell you about reading my thoughts?" He growled, turning his gaze back to the tv. He had been much more irritable since Deku had been taken. He knew it, too, but he just couldn't believe that he wasn't fast enough to save him. They had moved locations since their last hideout had been found, causing him more stress than he needed. Suddenly, the door to the apartment burst open, causing him to leap to his feet, drawing his dagger in preparation to fight.
He slipped it back into his pocket with a sigh as it was only Yang and Sprout returning from patrol. Sprout jumped up and down, eyes wide and bright. "Streak! Streak! We found him! We found Deku!"
(A few minutes later...)
Streak slipped his mask and leather jacket over his full costume. His real mask was black and silk with neon green outlines around the see through eye openings, his purple eyes glowing beneath them. His suit was black with neon green and white swirls and flames. He looked over at Crimson, who handed him a piece of equipment. "Don't break it this time." His friend snorted, though his eyes were dead serious. Streak smiled and nodded. It was a glove type thing. If he clicked the orb on his palm, he could give his speed to others for a limited amount of time or shoot a beam that would temporarily make people freeze.
"Alright. Is everyone ready?" He asked from beside the door, looking at the rest. They were all in their suits with grins of determination, nodding enthusiastically. Well, all except Shard, but her eyes shone all the while. Crimson walked forward, handing out glowing orbs, each matching their signature colors. Pink for Sprout, White for Yin, Black for Yang, Silver for Shard, and Neon Green for Streak. "These will make warps if one of you guys gets injured and needs to retreat, or for when you guys get Deku."
He looked at Streak, putting a firm hand on his shoulder. "Good luck. Don't die. And don't go over your head." He warned. Streak smirked. "Since when?" He teased. Crimson rolled his eyes and backed up, watching as they left, climbing the stairs up to the roof. Streak squatted at the edge of the roof, his eyes shining. "Alright. I'll give you guys some of my speed to get there. I'll be a bit winded, but as long as you distract them I'll be able to grab Deku with the rest of the energy I have left."
Touching each of them with the glove, the orb sent speed swarming through their bodies. "Alright, ready? Let's go get Deku." Clenching their weapons and readying their quirks, they leaped from roof to roof, each of them running side by side, adrenaline shooting through their veins. They were finally going to get their friend back.
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Sorry if this one was a bit short! I only did that for the sole purpose of giving you guys a cliffhanger ;>
Prepare yourselves, the next chapter is gonna be lit! *cough* hopefully *cough*))
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