VYRUS- a bnha fic

PROLOGUE

    The moon was high in the sky when it happened.

    Thunder and lightning crackled all around the small Japanese suburban house.

    A young girl around three years old cowered in the corner, shaking with each thunderclap.

    With a particularly deafening boom, she burst into tears and fled to the sanctuary of her living room, where her mother and father were watching the T.V.

    "Oh, baby, are you okay?" Her mother stood and enveloped her crying little girl. Her show of tenderness was quickly mirrored by that girl's father, who wrapped them both up.

    "It's just God bowling, sweetheart." He said, smiling at his daughter whose eyes were now filled with wonder.

    "Really?" She sniffled, observing her parents.

    "Yeah! When there's lightning, he gets strike!" The young woman grinned. She had a rather beautiful face with a quirk to match. Her ability was to grow any plants from her own sweat, though she preferred to create hyacinths.

    "And thunder is when he misses." Her father added, stroking her platinum blonde hair. His quirk was nothing like his wife's; his blood was acidic. As in, it could burn through a lot of things, flesh too. Another aspect of his quirk was that he could make other things immune to being burned by his blood. He was always subconsciously using his quirk on his own skin.

    "Woah!!" The little girl's fear melted away and was replaced by a childlike wonder that only a toddler, unscathed by the world, could possess.

    "Yeah! Isn't that..." Her father trailed off as he gripped her small hand.

    "You okay, hun?" The mother asked.

    "I'm fine, I just... my quirk... it..." He clutched his chest and let out a pained yell. Her mother rushed to his side as he began writhing. Blisters appeared on his skin, quickly bubbling and exploding crimson liquid.

    It didn't take a genius to realize that it was his quirk malfunctioning.

    It also didn't take a genius to see that he was dying.

    Blood bubbled out of his mouth and trailed down his chin, painting his skin with a dark red.

    He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but nothing came out. His own blood had already dissolved most of his lungs, and his death was imminent.

    Realizing this, the little girl's mother rushed to escort her little girl out of the room. Just by brushing against her child's skin, she doomed herself. Unknown to the family of three, the little girl's quirk was developing, and she wasn't taking after her parents.

    The little girl could only watch as her mother howled in unrestrained agony as small trees sprouted from her pores.

    The heroes! The little girl realized. Momma said to call the heroes is something bad happened.

    And so she did. The child waited. And waited. And waited. With each passing second, she expected a hero to come swooping out of nowhere, and with each passing second, she was disappointed.

    As her parents' pulses faded and stopped, the little girl repeated a single sentence in her head.

    Wait for the heroes.

    Wait for the heroes.

    Wait for the heroes.

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    Not gonna lie, mango gelato is the absolute best way to unwind after a long day of villainy.

    Sighing, I took a deep breath and relaxed back into the booth. My costume (which was really just a skin-tight black bodysuit with a hood and a gas mask) was safely tucked into my bag, away from the prying eyes of the public. And the heroes, too.

    Couldn't forget those nasty bastards.

    It was hard to feign incredulousness as the ice cream parlour's television showed yet another pro hero, found dead!

    They were calling me the second Hero Killer, a really unoriginal name if you ask me. I'm planning on making my public debut soon; that's where they'll learn my true name.

    That's when they'll learn to fear Vyrus.