Chapter Eight

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Streak's eyes widened in horror as Midoriya plunged the knife into his shoulder, too fast for the villain to dodge. He let out a shriek of pain that bounced off the walls and upstairs. All sounds of fighting stopped and yelling broke out, footsteps thumping on the floorboards. After a few moments, the other members of Downfall were downstairs, staring in horror at the sight before them. Sprout quickly grabbed the bed and, using her quirk, made it grow twice it's size, pushing it against the door as a barricade with Shard's help. Yang grabbed Deku, who seemed to be frozen, staring at the blood that had begun to flow out in a stream, staining Streak's suit. As the mentally damaged villain was dragged away, Yin leaned over Streak, who trembled slightly, panting. "You okay?" His friend murmured, gripping the knife and yanking it out.

Streak sucked in a breath of air, coughing up drops of blood. "Yeah, I-I'll be fine." He choked out, sitting up and leaning against the wall with his hand against his shoulder, trying to stop the wound from bleeding. "Y-Yin. Try and read his mind. This clearly isn't the Deku we know." Suddenly, a stressed, quiet voice growled from across the room, "You mean the one we stalked?" He looked up, squinting, surprised to find the words had come from Shard, who barely ever spoke. She looked at him, her grey eyes sparking with annoyance from behind the mask. "You forget that we only knew him for a couple hours, not even a full day!" She snapped, clenching the bed. Before Streak could reply, the giant bed shattered into pieces, falling to the floor. Shard looked down in shock. The others stared as well.

She had always been the one with the most control over her quirk. The door burst open, Tomura in the lead. His red eye swept across the room, landing on Deku, who had been knocked out and was in Yin's arms as the man fumbled to get the orb out of his pocket without dropping him. Streak narrowed his eyes. 'I won't let you take him this time!' Shooting forward, he grabbed Tomura's arm, careful to avoid his fingers, and flipped him, slamming the League of Villains leader face first into the concrete ground. Standing in front of the others, he scowled at the enemies protectively. He wouldn't let his friends get hurt when he was right there. He clenched his dagger. "Yin??" He glanced back at the boy who looked up at him, exasperated. "I-It's not in my pocket! It must have fallen out!" He gasped. Streak looked back at the League, which had begun to advance towards them.

Shigaraki had gotten up and he looked pissed. "Then SOMEONE find their's!" He shouted, running forward and tearing his weapon's blade through Dabi's scarred arm. The man scowled and shot a blast of flames at him. Streak screamed in pain as they caught his arm, making him fall to the ground. The others stared in horror. "Aw, were you guys looking for these?~" A man with a mask, a tophat, and a mustard colored trenchcoat leaned down. In his palm, he held the warp orbs. Streak clenched his teeth, trembling in anger. The villain was just about to rise when he was kicked in the ribs, winding him as he was thrown to the ground. 'Ugh! My scorched arm burns like hell and I'm in a weak position. What are we going to do without the orbs?' He thought. His gaze wandered to Deku and he squeezed his eyes shut. 'I'm sorry, Deku.'

As he felt Tomura lean over him, his hand ready to disintegrate his skull, there was a strange whoosh sound. He opened his eyes, blinking in confusion as he saw Tomura narrow his own furiously. Following his gaze, he stared in awe as he saw that an orange warp had opened. He looked at the others but they just shook their heads. Just then, Crimson's face poked out, a look of annoyance that clearly said: 'You are all in so much trouble when we get back.' The others quickly rushed in while Crimson stepped out, shaking his head at Streak. "I told you not to go overboard, idiot. Stop getting heroic, we're the villains, you know that right?" He chuckled, though his eyes were stern. Crimson scanned the League before clicking his tongue. "Hm. You know, Shigaraki... you should really lock that door." He pointed at the door, which had been completely blown off it's hinges and was lying on the floor halfway across the room.

Shigaraki clenched his fists angrily. "Take one more step and your precious leader has his pretty little head go bye bye." The League leader threatened with a scowl, placing four fingers on Streak's head, making a chill run down his spine. 'I'm supposed to be the fearless leader of Downfall! NOT a damsel in distress...' He thought, making eye contact with Crimson. His friend's orange eyes softened in reassurance before he looked back up at Shigaraki. "Well, it was nice catching up, you are just as pissy as I remembered ya." With a confused look from Tomura and a small wave from Crimson, the tech/medic threw down another orb, though this one produced a cloud of smoke. Streak gasped as he felt a hand grab his, being tugging him towards the portal. "Later, losers!" He laughed, sticking out his tongue.

He caught a last glimpse of a charging Dabi before he fell onto the cold, hard floor of the apartment. He groaned, squinting at the bright ceiling lights. He blinked as he realized everyone was staring at him. "Uh...what's up?" He frowned, following their gazes to his arm. He almost gagged at the sight of the torn up limb. His arm was burned terribly, the shirt having been scorched to soot, and a deep wound was torn into his shoulder. He suddenly jerked up, clearly running on adrenaline. "Is Deku okay?" He choked out, his gaze searching the room. "He's over there, with Yin." Crimson said, pointing at the curled up figure on the couch. Streak sighed softly, leaning back into Crimson's arms as the medic picked him up, laying him on the futon that he usually used for injuries. "Urgh...it hurts." Streak groaned as pain began to stab his body.

"Well, yeah, dumbass, you got yourself stabbed when Deku clearly wasn't mentally stable and managed to get your arm turned into a cooked steak." Crimson scolded with an annoyed frown, coming back into the living room with a medicine kit. Streak just grunted in response, looking over at Deku with a frown of concern. "Yin...any luck reading his mind?" He asked in a strained voice. Yin looked up at him, mirroring his concerned look. "Well...kind of. One voice says: Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. And the other, in a more untamed tone, says: Kill them. Kill them. Kill them." Streak looked at Crimson, hoping he knew what it meant. The young man simply sighed. "If I had to take a guess, I'd say he was mentally tortured the whole month he was there. That's bound to cause some serious damage to your brain and your body in general. We'll just see when he wakes up."

He said, his voice rough, obviously still angry that they could've died without his help. Streak frowned, leaning his head back on the futon as Crimson wrapped his wounds in bandages, placing his hands on them and beginning to use his quirk. As Streak began to feel the pain lessen to an ache, he clenched his teeth. 'Deku went through all that pain because I couldn't save him. Then I couldn't find him! I wasn't the one who did in the end anyway, even then I wouldn't have been able to get him out.' The boy scowled, frustrated with himself. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his left cheek. He looked up at Crimson in shock. "Did you just...slap me?" He choked out, rubbing his cheek. "Yes, I did, get over it you baby. Anyway, I knew you'd just start putting yourself down, and I'm not gonna have our leader sulk around for the next few days."

He huffed, turning away and walking off towards his room. Streak smiled slightly. "Thanks, I guess...?" He murmured. "Streak! Look!" Sprout yelled, getting a gentle but firm hit to the back of the head by Yang. "Shh!" The older boy hushed the young girl. Looking over, Streak gasped. "He's awake."

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Hey, guys! Hope you enjoyed this one ;}

Dang, Streak got knocked up 😤

Oh! I drew some Streak art. As I said, I'm better at drawing cats, so here is Cat! AU Streak. Sorry about not uploading for a couple days ^^'))

 Sorry about not uploading for a couple days ^^'))

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