The Imprisoned Hero

Chapter 12

We finished up and we walked down the street and talked for a while. Around midnight we headed back to the base and we both sat down by the fire. We still continued to talk, but I was getting drowsy and sat down on the floor. I laid my head against the box. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

She looked so peaceful as she slept. I smiled to myself, but it instantly faded away. I got up and walked over to her. I sat next to her and looked at my hand. I reached down and hovered my hand over her's. My hand was shaking as I slowly lowered my hand to touch her's. Don't activate. Don't activate. Don't activate. I placed my hand on top of her's and nothing happened. I sighed in relief and slowly tilted my head back. Her head leaned onto my shoulder. I rested my head on top of her's and fell asleep.

My eyes slowly opened to the sound of someone snickering. I looked to see Chrono and Mimic were snickering. I was wondering why they were. I looked down to see Overhaul's hand was on top of mine. My hand was completely intact. He either caused it to be blown off or he had managed to set it on top of mine without anything happening. Overhaul lifted his head from mine and looked at his gang members.

"What are you going on about?" Overhaul asked.

"Pardon me, sir, but did you do something last night? Your mask isn't on and you're not wearing your normal clothing," Chrono said.

He looked down at himself and sighed. He looked over at our hands and our eyes met one another's. He pulled his hand away from mine and scratched the back of his head. There was some blush creeping on to his cheeks. I smiled and felt my face grow a bit warm.

"We need to get some things from another warehouse. Sun-Destroyer, you're helping me," he said and got up.

"Yes, sir," I said and got up. I changed back into my outfit and placed the mask on my face. I slipped the goggles over my head and rested them on my forehead. I met Overhaul by the trap door and he opened it up. I climbed down the ladder and waited for him at the bottom. He climbed down and walked down the hallway.

"Can we talk about what happened this morning?" I asked.

"I was just testing to see if my quirk would affect you if I thought not to activate it. Seemed like it had worked."

"Yeah," I said. "Overhaul?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you see me as a gang member or a potential love interest?"

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, "You will say nothing of this to the others. Promise?"

"Promise."

He tapped his mask before answering, "Yes."

"Yes to what?"

"Just yes."

"Yes to one, yes to the second, or yes to both?"

"Yes," he said and walked down the hallway.

"You're being very vague here, Overhaul. Just give me a straight forward answer."

He spun on his feet and our masks were about two inches from one another's.

"Give me your hand," he said. "If you trust me to not activate my quirk, then I will tell you the answer."

I reached my hand out towards his. He placed his hand against mine. There was no burst of blood and pain. There was nothing graphic that could cause someone to throw up. It was just his hand. Soon, he enclosed his hand around mine. I closed my hand and he looked at me. He looked me dead in the eye and answered.

"Yes, I see you as a potential love interest. As well as a gang member. After what happened last night, you might have sparked something inside of me."

I nodded, "I feel the same way."

We walked down the halls and climbed up another ladder. He slipped the keys out from his pocket and unlocked the trap door. He lifted it up and got out. He held out his hand to me for help. I grabbed on to it and he helped me out of the hole. He closed the trap door and slid a box over it.

"I just need to grab some things. Come with me," he said.

I followed him to different parts of the warehouse. But something seemed off. It was particularly dark in this one area. I tried to walk over there, but Overhaul stopped me. Suddenly, everything changed. I heard a door creaking open. There were footsteps and someone ran from the darkness. It was a girl who was wearing a hospital gown, bandages all over her arms and legs, white hair, red eyes, and a small horn extending from her forehead. She ran up to me and clung on to my leg. Overhaul looked over and his eyes widened.

"Eri?"

I knelt down to her and looked in her eyes. She looked over at Overhaul and there was an immense look of fear in her eyes. She clung tighter on my leg. I wrapped my arms around her and looked over at Overhaul.

"Overhaul, who is this?"

"This is Eri."

"Why was she here?"

"She was staying here until I was coming to get her."

"Please, help me," she whispered to me.

"What is going on, Overhaul?"

He let out a deep sigh and shook his head, "The weapon you saw back at the other warehouse is not the real one we're developing. We're developing something a bit more stronger. Simply stripping someone of their quirks doesn't seem the best and it seems impossible right now. So, we came up with this plan to stunt quirks for a small amount of time. Meaning they can't activate their quirk. The only way we could do that was use Eri's blood."

I looked at Eri and then I looked at Overhaul," So you kept her imprisoned here?"

"Yes," he said slowly.

I felt this new found anger and hatred for him. There was this resentment inside me that was bubbling.

"And here I thought we were starting something!" I yelled as I clutched Eri close.

"Y/N," Overhaul whispered and walked towards me. "Please, let me explain."

"There is nothing you need to explain. You just did! And here I was, thinking you were capable of change. It seems you were unable to change, Overhaul! You'll always be this sick, cold-hearted bastard!" I took Eri and walked over to the door.

"Y/N!" Overhaul yelled.

I opened the door and walked out. I was learning to accept Overhaul for who he was and possibly seem in a better light, but now this happened. I saw him in the same light from when I first met him.