Bloodless Hands. BNHA (VILLAIN reader)

Chapter 1; Lifes' hardships

My eye look over the picture on my phone and smirk as I look up at the old building before me. I pull the mask over the lower half of my face, being careful of the blades of my claws. I was outfitted with blades and other weapons, I wore a black tank top with a long sleeveless trench coat. A duffle bag sat next to me as I rifled through it, mumbling a checklist off. The sun finally set, a smirk laced my lips as I jumped down. I rolled onto the balls of my feet, I stood up and sigh. "This better be fucking worth it." I grumble walk in through the front door, a sign sat on the door saying "foreclosure." As soon as I stepped in I felt a darker aura on the building, I knew that something was off, I walk in further I heard shuffling behind me, I turned and my eyes were met with... nothing. I heard a laugh echoing. "Shit." I mumble looking around. Suddenly a small child walked around the corner, I was still defensive. My battle stance still holds as she stood at the end of the corridor. My lips part slightly as she steps closer, her raven hair was long, pulled into a loose ponytail. Her golden eyes glowed against her pale skin, the ground started to break apart. I quickly sliced my arm and pulled the blood out and sighed. I threw spikes at the small child pinning her to the wall roughly. "You aren't my target, child." I the child passed out and I sighed.

I walk up the stairs my eyes checking around every corner, a bullet shot passed my head. I gasped and leaned against the wall, I try to summon my own blood but the wound had already healed over. More shots at the wall I hid behind, I pull out a throwing knives and quickly stand up throwing them hitting one guys arm and grazing the others neck. I run over to them and slamming their heads against the floor knocking them out. I huffed, walking down another hall. I noticed a door open and the light on, I walked in pushing the door open more. A larger man with more disheveled clothes looked at me, he held a gun at my head, his hands shook wildly. 'He's nervous, he'll either pull the trigger or won't... the true question is does he have the stomach to kill me?' I think looking over at the picture on his desk, recognizes her from downstairs.

...Flashback...

I walk into the office of my employer, he smiled wide and held a file in his hands. "Miss. (L/N), the pleasure is mine." I stood in front of him, my arms crossed.
"Cut the crap, what's the job, Yoshimitsu." I spit out, glaring at him.
"No need to be rude," he tossed the file on the desk. "I want you to retrieve an item for me." I open the file looking at the mugshot of a middle-aged man. "His name is—"
"You know I don't like names." I growl, cutting him off.
"Yes, of course, his quick is "puppet," he can basically control anyone who he has spoke with in his life.
"So don't talk, that's easy enough."
"Yes, but he has a daughter, her quirk is called "earthquake", I'm sure you can infer from that." I nodded in response. "You can take care of him as you see fit, just get what I asked for and get back. I'll pay you 1,080,210 yen." I thought about it and sighed.
"Deal, that'll pay for food and education for him at least." I held my hand out and shook it. "Tonight, I presume?"
"Of course, deary."

...back to present...

"Who sent you!? What hell do you want!?" He held his hands shaking more, he pulled the tigger, I quickly ran forward and stabbed him through his stomach. I felt blood run down my stomach from where the bullet entered, the pain hurt so bad but I was silent. He fell to the ground with a thud, blood quickly pooled around him. I watched him die as I cleaned off my blades. "Fuck... that hurts every time. Now for the bullet, I pull my tank up and will my blood to pull the bullet out. I hissed in pain and dropped it on the ground when it was out.

I started rummaging through the dead man's things until I found a locked compartment. I pulled out a look pick and carefully turned it eventually opening it. I smirked looking down at my prize, I carefully pulled out the syringes and the syringe gun. I stuff them into my duffle bag and move to the window, I quickly drop down into the alleyway and sneak off. Like I was never there to collect the money I was promised.

...different POV, later that night...

I arrived at the scene, police were moving a body out and removing the others. I look at the little girl who seemed to be a crying mess, she looked at me her green eyes all puffy and red. I walked inside seeing blood splatters on the cracked tile floor, Tsukauchi stood to the side waiting for me. "This way All might." He lead me up the stairs, I noticed the bullet holes that littered the walls.
"Who's blood was that?" I ask him, he shrugs looking at me.
"Hell if I know, it was on the girl and surrounded her. But there was only one casualty." He lead me into an office. "His name was Rumiko Shin, late 40. He was stabbed through."
I examined the room, I was a mess, papers sat all over the ground and drawers sat open.
"What ever the killer wanted they went through a lot of trouble to get it. Poor guy, he had a daughter too." I sighed and crouch down, looking at the bullet.
"They think the guy that killed Rumiko was shot before he killed him." I stood back up when an officer walked in.
"Sir, we analyze the DNA, we got a hit but she went missing years ago." She says holding up a screen.

I look over at the screen as he reads off of it, a young lady's picture was on the side. "(L/N) (Y/N), went messing around the age off 13 with her younger brother (L/N) Daichi. Both presumed dead. Parents seem to be dead as well. She has some misdemeanors like petty theft, destruction of private property, trespassing. Nothing too serious though, she seemed to be admitted to a mental institution when she was 13 for self-harm and anger issues." I look at the quirk listing and realize. "Tsukauchi, her quirks. They would fit the situation, that explains why there is a lot of her blood but she isn't dead." I say and he nods agreeing.
"I want an APB out for her and her brother, if she's alive he probably is. I want to get to the bottom of this."

...(Y/N) POV...

I walked into his office tossing the gun and the syringes down, he smiled looking at them. "Perfect thank you."
"Money." I growled and picked up the briefcase up off the ground, I grabbed it. "See ya, Yoshimitsu." I walk out with the money smirking.

I walk down the alleyways and through a back door, I'm greeted by my 13 year old brother. I walk over and pat his head, "how ya doing Dai?" I toss my bag down and put the money on the counter.
"I'm fine, people are still being assholes though!" He sat down annoyed.
"Hey, what did I say about swearing?" I glare a little at him.
"Not until I'm 16, but it's true! Just because they have good quirks doesn't mean they're better then me!" He yelled frustrated, I let out a half exhausted laugh. 'Shit, all that healing took a lot out of me.' I sigh a little.
"Well, you tell them that. And stand up for yourself, Dai, I can't protect you from everything." I grab food from our run down fridge, "you're school payments are in two days right?" I ask starting to cooked the meat that I've been thawing all day.
"Yes, they are. Do we even have enough this month? If we skip this payment they'll kick me out!"

"Don't worry about it, I have to pay a lot of bills this week and I'll have enough. I made sure of it." I smile at him as the meat simmers on the stove.

We didn't live in a nice area or in a nice apartment, I sent him across town for schooling since I didn't want him in the school here. I'm currently paying for his transit card, schooling, phones, the apartment; which includes, heating, water, and electricity. Any maintenance needed, along with food and clothing. I had to cut corners last month and talked to the school and only paid half of what was needed. My childhood ended years ago, leaving me the soul provider for this family. I didn't always kill, I used to just steal... but that turned into threatening lives, then kidnapping... well you get the gist.

Over the last year I'd become the mercenary known in the underworld, people came to me when something needed done. My cover name is just known as Red Wrath, it wasn't chosen by me. People contact my people when they want me, I have 3 underlings that help set up jobs. I'm just told what to do or where to meet up with the contractor. My brother knows what I do isn't "hero like" but he doesn't know exactly what it is. I don't want him to either, he plans to be a hero... like I once dreamt. Being the bad guy wasn't over night for me it was gradual something that just happened. Before I knew I was too deep in the quicksand to escape, I'm now forever drowning in the blood covered sand of the people's lives I've taken. With seemingly no way out.