I'm Sorry [CAN BE ADOPTED]

Blood On My Hands

Izuku Midoryia's journal
Entry 27, date XX XX XXXX
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Today was... interesting, to say the least. On the news, I found that, I hadn't actually killed Kacchan. Part of me was relieved.

Probably the part of me that wishes I had become a hero.

I was a bit disappointed, for the most part.

Shigiraki decided to let me go out in public, as long as my hood was on. That excited me, I don't usually get to leave unless we're on a mission, but today I'm allowed to do whatever I want, as long as its not a huge attack. Not that I would try to pull that anyway, I'm smart enough to know that a large scale attack is far to dangerous for someone to pull on their own, let alone a newer villain like me.

It's been a few days, and I've gotten used to my new quirk, so I'm fine to leave.

I walked down the street, hands in my pockets, looking for something to do.

Just because you're a villain now, doesn't mean you have to do something illegal. I could always just buy some ice cream.

I hummed lightly, pondering the idea. It didn't seem like anyone recognized me from the USJ, so I could easily just enjoy myself without getting in trouble. I liked the idea of that. Although the others are nice and all, it would be nice to just act like a normal kid. Growing up quirkless, I never had that chance. And as a villain, I can't exactly be a normal kid either, I have to collect data, do analysis, and hack into hero systems. Right now, though, I can do whatever I want to. I don't have to listen to anyone.

Yeah, I decided that I would just hang around, do normal things.

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An hour had passed, and things were going great. I grabbed some candy (bought it, not stole it. I don't want to deal with a police chase today), I hung out at the park for a bit (not the park Shigiraki found me at. I'd risk mom seeing me), and no one noticed me.

Until I started to feel weird. Not physically, I was fine in that way, but my mental state was off. That disappointment I got from finding out Kacchan was alive came back, and it was growing into something else. Something much more sinister.

I wanted blood. I wanted to kill.

I figured that if I didn't follow through, the feeling would get stronger. I didn't want that, it could get me caught. So, I let the urge take over. I hid in a dark alley way (cliche, I know), and observed every passerby, looking for a victim. I could take out a random civilian, but I wanted to make sure I could take them on - it would be bad if my victim had a strong quirk to fight back. Someone with a weak mutation quirk would do.

Or, a hero who I've analyzed before. Which happened to pass by.

She was an unpopular hero by the name of Werewolf. Her quirk gives her wolf like features, along with heightened hearing, and smell. She's also slightly stronger than the average person. With my new quirk, I was easily able to grab her and pull her into the alley the second I saw her.

"Huh? What do you want?" She asked me. I pinned her to the wall, and put my hand over her mouth. "What do you think, hero? I want your blood to be spilled, simple as that!" I giggled slightly. Her body seemed to tense up, and she muttered something, although it was muffled by my hand. "Oh? Don't tell me you don't know how to handle a situation like this! These things happen all the time! No wonder us villains get away with it!"

I pulled the knife from my pocket, and put it against her throat. She began shaking. "Not going to fight back? Wow, some hero you are. Can't even take on a rookie villain like me. You'd never make it, there are villains out there far more dangerous than me. Consider yourself lucky, you won't live to see the worst of us" I chuckled sinisterly.

"Why are you... doing this? Your... clearly just a teen... 15 at the oldest..."

Those words took me off guard. Why am I a villain? Did I ever want this, or am I just doing it to be excepted? I can't remember.

I didn't let it show. I simply muttered, "you people... you all broke me. This is what happens". In a flash, I remembered everything I had to endure.

And then it was red. Red poured out of her neck. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. My clothes were covered with the red. She was dead. I killed her.

I'm a real villain now. I'm a criminal. Mom would never want me back. Not that I'm coming back. This is who I am now.

I started giggling uncontrollably. I got a twisted satisfaction from killing this wolf hero. I wanted more. But not now. I had to retreat to the base, before I got caught.

"Kurogiri, can you send me a warp gate?"

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"So, you got your first kill?" Shigiraki asked, after I had cleaned my bloodied hoodie. It was more of a statement than a question. I nodded happily. "Good work"

Shigiraki sounded.. proud of me. I did good.

Maybe this is what I'm ment for.

You've become a monster

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Entry End

[A few days later]

Bakugou was watching the news. "This just in!" Said the news lady, "another hero, Black Out, has been killed by the infamous Deku. He seems to mainly target heroes, the same as Hero Killer: Stain. Are the two of them connected?"

Bakugou shut the tv off. Deku currently had a kill count of 10, which is a lot for a six day span. He killed by slashing across his victim's neck, using a knife. He also marked most his kills by writing his name on the wall with the victim's blood.

What was wrong with him? He used to love heroes, but now he's killing them! Bakugou was confused, but it didn't really matter. It just meant he'd have to take Deku down when he became number one hero.

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Inko knew the name of that villain. He called himself Deku, and had killed by 10 pros. The thing is, Katsuki always called her son, Izuku, by that name.

Did that mean.. her son was a villain?

No, he'd never do that. He's to kind to do something as horrible as murder

Right?