Cremation Intel

Hero?

Your home isn't in the best of areas, that's for sure. However, most in the area know not to mess with you. Lightly scratching beneath the collar around your neck, you walk along the alleyways toward your apartment building with your groceries. It was undoubtedly the nicest building in the area, and it's your home. The apartment building itself was infamous for housing the wealthiest of the criminal underworld. Of course, no hero can prove this so-called rumor thanks to your interference.

You're an info-broker. And Quirkless (not counting your soulmates' quirks). And a Pack Omega.

It's quite the combination, you must admit. If you were any regular Omega you would have submitted to an Apex Alpha and their pack long ago. But you're not. You're you. A head-strong, intelligent, young woman with a bone to pick with society. Society was an asshole to you and your Omega brethren. Thus, in your opinion, it was only expected for you to be an asshole back.

Shaking your head, and in turn sending the thoughts away, you pause in your walk when you hear a girlish scream. Now, normally, you would keep to yourself in this neighborhood. However, with the scent of a low-ranking Beta perforating the air, you frown. What was such a young thing doing here?

Stepping into the alleyway, you glare at the small group of Alphas cornering the blonde girl. She's wearing a junior high uniform of some kind, with a cream sweater barely hanging off her shoulders. Although, you suppose, that might have something to do with the knife the leader of the Alphas' is brandishing.

"Oi!" You shout at the trio of Alphas. Lightly tapping your foot against the cracked pavement expectantly, you drop the plastic sacks, silently thankful that you didn't buy eggs. The studded knuckled of your quirk-cancelling gloves quickly find their place in the Alpha leader's face. Your punch did little to deter the trio, but the Beta quickly claimed the knife that the leader had dropped when you punched him.

She came up behind one of the other two men, and slashed his throat instantly. The remaining two, not expecting this sudden fight to the death, quickly abscond.

Lowering your fists, you sigh at the sight of your knocked over groceries. "Aw, man..." you whine.

The Beta approaches you hesitantly, a large slash in her side being clumsily covered with a hand.

Once you pick up your bags, your frown deepens when you see your Doritos smashed, you turn to the kid. Gazing over her injury, that you somehow only notice now, you meet her eyes seriously. "Follow me." Sidestepping her staggering form, you walk ahead of her before tensing. A small hand is curled around your wrist. Turning to the girl, you stare into her big eyes in surprise.

She looks nervous, scared even, but her thin lips form words you weren't expecting. "Why... Why are you helping me? I'm a villain."

Cocking your head to the side, you hum. "I've got a soft spot for kids, I guess. I didn't have the best childhood... so I guess I want them to have a better chance than I did."

She moves her hand to hold your own glove-covered one. Giggling, she grins up at you, "You're weird. I like it."