Protecting Him

Chapter 32. The Hero Killer

Dusting myself off, I stood up straighter and met his gaze. My body was positioned to strike back if necessary. The Hero Killer, Stain, stood right before me, with no one but the two of us in sight, located in a dark alley in Hosu.

"And who might you be?" he finally spoke up. "My quirk didn't affect you."

He retrieved his knives, crossed his arms instead as he waited for my response. I smirked wryly, "It would seem so, doesn't it. Quite unfortunate for you, though in the end if you do want to murder me, blood loss is an option."

"I asked you a question Girly, who are you?" he asked, his tone a bit threatening.

"My identity doesn't matter, but if you must know... I am not a villain. What matter's here is your cause Mr. Hero Killer. Enlighten me would you?"

His eyebrow rose ever so slightly, "Why would I enlighten a person such as yourself, you're aware of who I am and what I do. If you happen to be a hero, why haven't you apprehended me?"

"Yet." I interrupted him, "But no, I am not a hero, consider me a hero-in-training if you must. The reason I addressed you was because I have questions and you have the answers to them."

"Hero in training huh. Addressing me? You have a different vocabulary than most of us do. I wouldn't call you picking a fight with me addressing me to answer your questions." He took a step closer to me, stopping when we were only a couple feet away, "Before I answer you anything tell me, young 'hero', why did you decide to favor a path in heroism rather than villainy?"

My gaze was lethal; no fear, or confusion. I was confident. I had answers I needed. There was an objective I needed to accomplish, I have to see this through. Otherwise, I'd go insane without knowing his reasons. Why does he have many following his ideals? Why cause an uproar and murder heroes??

"Fine." I breathed out. "The reason I chose to be a hero is because I know what it feels like to feel pain and feel hopeless. I would never wish pain and suffering upon others, not even my enemies. I want to be a hero who can protect those who can't protect themselves. Who silently cry for help and have a difficultly in finding a solution. I know I can't protect everyone, but I will protect everyone at my reach, even if... I die in the process of doing so."

Stain said nothing, his gaze remained upon me. It took a while for him to speak and when he did he sighed before saying, "You don't care about fame or money, do you?"

"Of course not." I scowled.

He chuckled, "Calm down Girly."

"How can I? I don't care about money, money doesn't buy everything there is to life. It can't bring back the ones you most cherish..." my voice trailed off.

He nodded, a serious expression on his face. "I see." He paused for a bit then said, "Let's go."

"Go?" I scrunched my nose with oddness, "Go where? I would expect you to know better that I would not go alone to God knows where with a stranger, no offence."

"None taken." He bluntly replied. "But this place isn't exactly the safest, Girly. At least lets move away from this precise alley."

"Fine." I harshly agreed.

Off we went walking about two alleys away, it was much nicer –clean-wise and less shadowy. I cross my arms as I leaned against the wall. He then began to explain.

"You know what I do, I purge those heroes unworthy of the title. Those who are after the fame, the glory, the praise, money. Those who's motivations are shallow and selfish. No hero who desires fame or money above saving people is worth being admired and called hero."