Skyline (Aizawa X Oc)

Dragon's Lair

That bitch was sniffing them out. They'd changed locations once before because the police, incompetent as they were, found the safe house.
But now they had that nosey bitch on the case, sticking her nose where it didn't belong.

"Maybe I could pay her a visit." Tatsuo thought. He was fiddling with a small photo, cut from the city's daily paper.

"Heroes Unite, City saved" it read, the photo of this woman standing with the Chief of Police and a few other heroes printed below the headline. They'd just raided the old safe house and caught Jiro, his second in command. Her smile was huge and bright. He flicked the paper scrap away and grimaced.
  Supposedly this was the mind bending hero.
The gang's intel was wrong. They'd seen Eraserhead entering the police station repeatedly and assumed he was working the case with the detectives. He was supposed to be dead, but that was interrupted...by her.

"Find out where they live. Scope security. Keep me updated. Kill if you must." He flicked a lighter, " I'll be going in once you've confirmed her where abouts. " he held a cigarette above the flame and watched it ignite, and tendril of smoke lacing its way around his fingers.

"Chieko." He said contemplatively.

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So they watched.

Eraserhead was sneaky, to say the least. He made sure that the woman, his wife theyd learned, entered the building through a side door while he was seen entering the front. Tatsuo caught on to their little hide and seek game. She never went to the station alone.

Attacking Eraserhead was brash, stupid.
If they'd paid a bit more attention they would have seen who was really working the case. They could have killed her sooner, and Jiro would be free.

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After weeks of watching, and waiting, Tatsuo's men found their in.
Dressed plainly, the thugs were able to go right up to the apartment Eraserhead shared with his wife. The bastard was arrogant enough to think they were safe here. Arrogant enough to leave her alone and go back to that school.

One of the men knocked a few times and they stood awkwardly waiting for someone to answer. They could smell fresh coffee and soon after, they heard the soft padding of someone walking to the door.

The door swung open and a young woman appeared smiling, "I thought you had to be there at ei—oh! I'm sorry. You're not my husband...." she held her smile, but shifted her body from the door. "How can I help you?"

"Quick, and quiet. The boss said not to let anyone see..." the thug thought smiling back at her.
"Damn she is pretty....maybe he'll share this time."

Her smile quickly faded, realization seemed to dawn in her face and she tried to slam the door, but a hand forced it open.

Her eyes widened and she backed away.

"What do you want?"

"I think you know the answer to that, Chieko."
The thug smirked, he yanked his sleeve up to expose a small dragon tattoo around his wrist.
Her eyes grew wider.
The first man lurched forward, arms out to restrain her.
She threw the news paper she was holding towards his face, causing the pages to flutter out and block their vision.
She bolted to the kitchen, to her phone.

She tried to hit the emergency button, but her hands shook. Their thoughts flooded her mind, so violent and cocky.
She knew what they were here for. WHO they were here for.
An arm snaked around her neck, yanking her to the floor, her head smacked the tile with a thud. Chieko laid there watching the world spin. Her phone landed just a few inches from her hand. Her fingers stretched toward it, but a black boot slowly pressed into her wrist.

"Ah, ah, ah, we can't have that, now can we?" The thug chuckled twisting his heel into her arm.

She groaned in pain, the edge of her vision was becoming fuzzy.

"Grab her. Let's go. You can have your fun later." The other man grunted. He seemed uncomfortable with the situation.

"Tatsuo didn't say this was Eraserhead's WIFE. Much less that she was pregnant..." doubt creased his forehead.

The man lifted his foot from her arm and kicked the phone away, laughing. Chieko reached up to her brow, blood flowed from it.
She felt the doubt, clouding the other man's mind and took the opening. She slipped into his mind and whispered questions and doubts deep within his thoughts. He seemed to grow even more agitated. He knew what she was up to.
That knock on the head affected her quirk. She was helpless.
"C'mon sweetness, we've got to get you home now, the Dragon's waitin' and he doesn't like to be kept." He let out another laugh before he swung the butt of his gun down against her temple. 

Her body fell limp, she was out cold. He hefted her onto his shoulder and they set to work, heading for the roof for their escape.

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Chieko's head pounded. The light shot daggers into her skull. She squinted and glanced around to find herself bound and gagged, unable to sit up.
The room was beautifully decorated. Marble and silk surrounded her. Plants sat neatly around.
But all of the windows were covered.

The door jiggled and opened. Footsteps neared the couch she was on. She could smell the cigarette he was smoking.

"So you're awake." His voice was deep, it felt like it made the room vibrate.
"They were much too rough, I explicitly told those idiots not to touch your face." A large hand jerked Chieko's head to face him.

Tatsuo.

He looked her up and down.
"Still nice to look at, though that brow looks like a bitch." He tilted her head as he spoke, examining the cut. His cigarette bounced on his lip as he talked.
"They've been dealt with," his hand moved from her chin to her collarbone, and down to cup a breast.
"Very nice. Too bad you have to die. I don't accept challenges. And you've been naughty. You told the police where Jiro was didn't you." He smirked and took a long drag, before blowing it back into her face.

Chieko tried to keep calm, to keep the emotion from her face. But Shota wasn't here. She could feel her heart pounding out of her chest.
Why wasn't her quirk working? What had they done?

Tatsuo pulled a knife from his belt. He slid the blade down her cheek, gently then from Chieko's chin, down to the strap of her shirt, careful not to make any cuts on her skin.
"That won't work here. I know better than to let you free with that..."
Slowly, he used the knife to pop a button free. Then a second. A third.
"Eraserhead was smart to keep you hidden away. You're too pretty to wander around alone."

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing it all to be a dream.
Her eyes flew open at the sound of a belt buckle, wide with panic.
Tatsuo was pulling his phone from his pocket and adjusting it, propping it in front of her.

"Here, let's get a few shots. For posterity, of course." He continued undressing as the camera recorded.

"We want to be sure Mr. Eraserhead has plenty of angles."