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"Is this really the path you want to take, Margo?"
"Yes. No turning back now."
~Margo Kimika is a girl with a complicated past, and an even more complicated present. She simply wants to li...
I watched in awe as the scientists that chased me were incinerated into ash, so fast, they didn't even have time to scream.
I slowly turned my head towards the alleyway entrance, hearing the sound of the slow footsteps coming towards me.
I looked up, seeing a black haired man with stitches across his face and hands.
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"You alright?" He simply uttered, looking down at me curiously.
I couldn't even bring myself to answer, as I simply stared at him in shock.
He chuckled softly upon seeing my reaction, leaning against the wall of the alleyway now.
"Oh, give me a break. Don't give me that scared, doe eyed little look. I saw what you did to those men right there. You're a real monster, huh?" The man chuckled softly, gesturing to the two scientists on the floor.
Monster. There's that word again.
I whipped my head around to look at Scientist A.
His eyes had finally closed for the last time, as he lay lifeless on the floor now.
I sighed in sorrow for the murders I unintentionally committed.
"Hey, don't look so down. You know how amazing it looked, watching you destroy those fuckers?" The guy replied in amusement, walking closer to me now.
I looked up at him blankly, not understanding.
"W-What?" I asked in disbelief.
The stitched man kneeled in front of me now, studying my appearance.
"You look pretty tore up, you know. You're in a ratty hospital gown, your arms and legs are wrapped in bandages, and you look a little sickly. You're gonna tell me those assholes, right there, don't have something to do with it?" The man replied, pointing to the dead scientists on the floor.
"But I didn't mean to—"
"Okay, so you didn't mean to. Great. But, you still did it, did you not? And guess what...they deserved it. They deserved every last bit of it..." the man whispered to me, shrugging off his jacket now.
I jumped slightly when I felt him drape it over my shaking body, not understanding such kindness.
"Your quirk is powerful. Feared. It's out of control, and I love it. Perfect for a villain, you know." The man said, his icy blue gaze piercing my own eyes.
A villain's quirk.
A monster.
I let out a shaky breath, slowly looking down at the ground now.
"A....villain's quirk...?" I breathed out blankly, remembering the times my mother told me the same thing. Remembering the countless times people looked at me in fear.
