I am Izuku Midoriya-The Traitor.

Chapter 4

       Without any warning, the man barrels towards Izuku, and he barely dodges, nearly slipping in the wet alley. Now there are only a few steps between him and the man, Izuku shivers from the cold and the adrenaline coursing through his veins, it's starting to get dark. The boy takes a step back, breath freezing in the cold air, there wasn't much of a reprieve from the villain's attacks.

The sleazy looking man wildly swings at him aiming to kill, Izuku barely steps aside in time, letting out a blood-curdling scream, as the man slices open his arm. The cries were caught in his throat, and as he shakily jumps out of range from the man, nursing his now useless arm. Tears were pricking at his eyes, as he pants, the adrenaline, and sheer will power keeping him standing. He wasn't used to pain, but he refuses to give up... He can't. Even if he wants to.

Izuku doesn't get any recovery time, the man casually strolls towards him, playing with the blade in his hand, a sick grin on his face. Izuku backs up, blood dripping with every step he takes.

"You just had to help her didn't ya, mother fucker," He grins, as Izuku backs into the wall, somehow while he was dodging the man turned him around and was blocking the entrance. "All things come with a price ya' know." Izuku isn't afraid of death. It would be the only way out of his fate...what he is scared of is the pain, he tired of suffering, its seems like it's the only thing left for him anymore. He's sick of this rotten world, a world where even his actions aren't his own... It was either die or burn the word till there's nothing, not even ashes, left. Izuku is happy if the way he dies is from helping someone, at least then he could have a happy ending...the two wishes are so contradictory it hurts.

Just as the man was ready to attack Izuku once more, a blur came between, the clash of metal, the thump of a body to the cold hard ground... It was all so fast that Izuku could barely believe what had happened. If he was not on high alert before, he was now. There was a high chance that this was a hero...and that was the last thing he needs right now. He slowly tries to sneak around the hero, his legs wobbly and unstable, he loses balance and starts to fall, but instead of hitting the ground, the hero—no, The Hero Killer—catches him.

Izuku's mind goes completely blank as he stares him, tattered white mask and red scarf, "Stain." He barely believes it as he says them aloud. The villain sits him down on the ground gently, not saying a word, for a long time.

"That looks like it's gonna' need stitches kid," He said leaning against a wall, coolly, and unbothered. Izuku was struggling to process the situation he's in. The Hero Killer saved him. The Hero Killer. "Kid?"

"A-Ah—Yeah! It...yeah......" It is silent for a long time, and Izuku tries to keep pressure on the wound.

"Can you go to a hospital?" Izuku looks down at his feet guiltily, he could but his Father, All Might...they, it just wasn't possible. "I'll take that as a no." He gets off from leaning on the wall with a sigh, getting down on his knee, eye-level with Izuku's terrified look.

"Fuck." He didn't mean to say it, and turn bright red, "I could...but really......I can't, my Father he..."

"I hate seein' kids in trouble," He gazes at the blood, with neutrality, it blends with his black school uniform in the sunset lighting. "I'll stitch ya up, but you should go to a doctor if there's any issues at all." Stain stands walking over to the body, picking it up, without a word. He walks over to the nearest dumpster and throws the man in roughly, without hesitation he brings his blade down into it, as he lifts it up red drips from it, in sickly drops. Izuku has no reaction, the man probably deserves it......and it's not the first time Izuku has seen death, nor will it be the last. It wasn't even the most violent end he's seen; he shivers remembering Finch.