What the dream told me: volume 1

The dream told me to: chapter 11

Bakugos pov
Iki ran out of the top floor and went out side. Earlier, hinata and deku went up the same way. This isn't a coincidence. Hinata did something, something bad. She wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with iki or deku. That being said..she definitely shouldn't be walking out the same direction as iki.

I have to stop what ever that slut is trying to do.

Hinatas pov
"Oi geko!" I walked out to see iki sitting by a wall next to the dark crying. "Are you sad? I thought you and deku were in love? Was I incorrect? Must be...
besides..... he did beg me to do it with him. To bad though, you guys would make a cute couple. Just as cute as a trash can and it's trash."

I pulled ikis hair and pushed her into the trash. It poured all over the place and into her hair.

"Don't worry little geko, I'm sure in your next life, someone will love you, or at least know you exist. I know you probably can't wait. So then why wait? How about you...

Take a swan dive off the nearest bridge"

Bakugos pov
I went out side to check on her, and that's what I hear?!? Those words sound familiar.. like I've heard them before.

"Hinata! What the hell do you think your doing" I yelled at her, causing her to turn around. "Are you aware what you even saying to her? Do you realize you could kill her by saying these things?"

Hinatas pov
Kill her? What does he mean? I don't understand.... father always told me to use others for my benefit and when I don't need them to get rid of them...for good. That's just what I'm doing.... even though father is a horrible human being, he was right about that...

"Kacchan! I'm just disposing her!"

Little did I know I was going to regret those words for the rest of my life.

People started coming outside, peaking in at the conversation. "Do you hear yourself!? Do you realize what your saying! Your saying you want to kill someone! God! Your just as bad as"

"Your just as bad as your dad"

I felt like I was in my dream once again. I felt helpless. I didn't have control over my self. Like when I was little.

"A villain!" So that's what he was saying. Well I do know that I was....but I'm not! "I'm not anymore!" I spilled out, on accident. Everyone went quiet.

"You are."

It felt like burns on my skin. Why would he say- shit. Maybe he's right...maybe that's what the dreams are telling me...I am a villain. I am meant to be one.

"You want to see a villain? I'll show you one"
I pushed kacchan onto the wall, I didn't want to...I felt like a puppet trying to release from ones strings. One thing I do know.. you can only be free from your strings, is if you cut them. With a knife.

So dad....I'm coming back.

The dream told me to.