It Started With A Question

Chapter 16

I growl in frustration as I read the text for the fifth time. Hatsume said that she didn't have the time to hack into the damn cameras. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I've only managed to evade them twice and I can't think of another way to do so.

If I don't kill enough for my brain to find satisfactory, I get the dreams, and if I get the dreams then I want to murder two times more than I originally did. All of this, because of that motherfucking asshole that raised me. Or 'raised' me, I should say.

I'm about to take out my binder full of pictures to try to get rid of the bloodlust when I hear someone knock on my door. Without much hesitation, I open it.

"C'mon," Tsu nods her head in the direction of the common room. "Everyone's waiting."

We're having yet another sleep over tonight. This time though, Mr. Aizawa is here and we're all staying in the common room together.

Now would be the worst time to get urges.

I lay down and cover myself in a blanket. There are two choices here: Stay up and suffer as my twitching gets worse or sleep and suffer but no twitching. The twitching annoys me to no end, constantly reminding me of what I can't have. Though the nightmares and bloodlust are almost as bad as a reminder.

Twitching or nightmares and bloodlust? I've dealt with the bloodlust but at the time, I was incapable of moving at all.

I sigh silently and lay down, deciding that I'll just have to deal with the twitches.

"Psst," Tsu tapped on my shoulder and pointed to a pile of bodies and blankets. "They're so adorable."

I sit up and peer over Tsu's shoulder. Bakugo and Kirishima seem to be cuddling.

"Awwww," Ashido whispers as she snaps a picture of the two with her phone.

Killing them would be so easy right now. While they think their safe in eachother's arms.

I almost pity them.

"Go to sleep," Mr. Aizawa mumbled from his sleeping bag.

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Everyone was awoken by the sound of Nezu yelling good morning to us.

Everyone but me. Because I had to stay up all night. Just so I wouldn't blow my cover and murder someone.

Other than not having gotten any sleep in the past 24 hours, I feel fine. I've learned to ignore exhaustion.

"For all of the students' safety, we will be moving all of you into the school!" Nezu says in his ever cheery voice.

This wasn't exactly on my agenda. If we were to be moved into the school, then there'd be pros around us at every given moment.

Unless we killed a few.

A wonderful idea if I say so myself. Which, I do.

A few pros couldn't possibly take on all 6 of us if we have the right plan.

That reminds me.

What the ever living fuck did they do with Monoma?

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