Midori the Queen

Terrorizing the Terrorists

Author’s Note: So I want to address Izumi’s character a little bit. You’ll notice I keep switching her titles from Karma, to Izumi, to Phoenix depending on the persona she’s working. Izumi refers to her normal persona, the shy, nervous, and loving person she was before becoming a villain. Karma refers to her Queen persona, the woman in charge, the true villain. Phoenix currently represents the persona she created from scratch to start over, but still have more purpose later on. In a way she’s struggling between these three persona’s because she’s still trying to find the one that fits who she is. I’m sorry if this causes any confusion, but I felt it would help you all better understand the internal conflict she’s struggling with. 

On with the fic!

“What the hell is going on you guys?” Mineta said with worry and stress on his face. The building had suddenly closed up and shut down. There was no cell phone service, the elevators weren’t working, and all the doors and windows were sealed with huge metal plates trapping them inside. 

“This isn’t the normal protocol for locating explosives,” Melissa puzzled over the situation. “Something feels off.” 

“What should we do?” Uraraka fidgeted feeling nervous. 

“We should find All Might and Senpai.” Iida suggested walking forward. “If the situation is that dangerous then they should be able to give us some form of instruction.” 

“Good idea, but how do we get to the party if the elevator’s not working?” Kirishima asked rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Not follow your sense of direction, that’s for sure.” Bakugo murmured, remembering how Kirishima had almost taken them in the wrong direction from the get go before Icy Hot had correct them. 

“We can get there using the emergency staircase. It should at least get us close.” Melissa suggested. 

“Alright then, let’s go.” Iida lead the way jogging to the door and opening it for everyone to file in before following himself. The staircase got them as far as the lounge area that circled above the ball room. There was a wide open glass dome in the center of it looking down at the stage below. 

“See anything Bakugo?” Kirishima asked when Bakugo peered over. When his friend gripped the bars and his body tensed up he peered over as well and let out a strangled gasp.  “All Might?” 

“What happened? He’s been restrained and there’s people standing over him.” Uraraka whispered when she also took a look. 

“Get back…” Bakugo ordered both of them and crouched low. “Oi, earphone girl…” he motioned Jirou over and tapped the ground. “Try listening in on what’s going on.” 

Jirou obliged and stuck her earphone into the ground. She strained a little, picking up a lot of movement, erratic heartbeats, murmured and panicked voices. Her heart shook when she heard the familiar sound of metal weapons being cocked and at the ready. Something was definitely wrong down there. 

“Don’t worry,” she heard a voice speak and tried to focus on it. “If you all do as your told there won’t be any reason to harm you. We plan to release you all safely once we’ve attained what we’re after.” 

Wolfram walked the floor, glancing back at Phoenix who remained crouched beside All Might, a gun pressed to his head. 

“Why are you doing this?” All Might whispered and she pressed the gun harder to his temple. Unknown to him she hadn’t even bothered loading the damn thing, let alone taking it off safety. “How did you even get here?”