'I act to cocky sometimes.' I think, laughing to myself. I slowly walk down the alley, I didn't know where I was heading but I was heading there. I walked and sighed locking up at the blue sky, the alley was dark and shadow cast compared to the brightness of the sun and sky. Killing wasn't something I'd do to anyone, just the scum of the earth who would dare to sin in my eyes. I'm not religious, let's get that straight, but some action are sinful no matter your views on the world; I am indeed sinful. I know that to be the truth, but I will endure these actions and give all the sinful people a chance to cry out to whatever God or Lords they so wish. I ran my numb fingers across the rough bricks, or I can only assume them to be. I stop at a door, it was metal, rusted, and a little banged up. My curiosity started to over take my body as I grabbed the handle. "No, hurt in trying." I shrug and push the door, 'click.' It opens slightly.
I was greeted by a dark looking establishment, it was filled with what appeared to be villains of all kind, assassins, mercenaries, thefts, con artists, and just plain bad guys. 'Is this an underground area-' My thoughts were interrupted when a man walked over.
"And who are you girly? You don't seem to be like us." I rolled my eyes slightly and he grabbed my arm yanking me in. He held my wrist tightly, but I didn't feel much, it was like I was being pinched more then anything. Annoying but tolerable.
"Please release me, sir." I growled out my voice still coming out in a more mocking tone.
"Why you—" the man was suddenly stopped, another man with weird round glasses said putting out his cigarette.
"No need to fight the girl, I'm sure she knows where she is. And who's to say she ain't a villain." He shrugs putting his hands in his pockets.
"Whatever, Giran." He lets go and walks back over to a booth.
"Thanks... but what's in it for you." I ask a little more cold.
"What's your quirk, Kid? Ever killed someone?" He asks with a slight smirk, I cross my arms.
"Why do you wish to know?" I mindlessly rub my arm.
"I'm looking for recruits of a my client, I'm curious to know if you can be one. Now I'll repeat myself, what's your Quirk, Kid? Ever killed someone?"
"I'd prefer to do this a little more privately then in the open." I say looking around some.
He merely nods and walks down a row of booths and tables before getting to a back table, he sits and I sit across from me. The single light above us brought this ominous glow to everything, he pulled out another cigarette and a gun? I shook my head a little and let out a breath I was unaware I was holding. "Now, talk." He lit the cigarette.
"My quirk is Poison Prison; I can basically make a cube like force field filled with Cyanide. To activate it I only have to touch the person it can last up to a day." I answer his first question, thinking about how to answer the next.
"And, girly?" He leaned back blowing smoke into the dark room.
"I have killed people." My voice was a little softer, "but they were sinners they deserve nothing but punishment for their crimes." I look up at him, my eyes sharpen as his smile grows wider.
"I think you'll do just fine in there little posse." He leans back in the booth, the light reflecting in his small round glasses. "So what do you say? Are ya interested?"
I was speechless, and slightly surprised. I didn't know why but I believed him, something deep in my gut just told me he wasn't lying. "I am." I answer shortly, "but who exactly are you working for?" I leaned forward and rested my now crossed arms on the table. My short (H/C) hair sat in front of one of my now menacing, (E/C) eyes. He smirked wider and pulled the cigarette from his lips and flicks the ash on a small ash trey already on the table.
"The League of Villains." He leaned forward his eyes now visible, they were sharp and a bit dark.
I was taken aback slightly, I tighten my scarred hand. I suppressed the wicked smile trying to make it's way across my normally soft features.
"Sounds fine~" I hummed out, the corner of my mouth twitching slightly up.
"Then meet me tomorrow at this address." He hands me a piece of paper and stands up. "See you then, girly." He leaves.
I just sat there for a few minutes, I was just dumbfounded... I'd actually manage to get in. I crazed grin ran from ear to ear, I slight laughter of disbelief left my throat. I stood up abruptly, and headed out the door. My surroundings where gone as my tunnel vision filled my sight, I quickly began to turn down alleyways and jumping fences. I stop and look up the fire escape, I couldn't quite reach the first platform. I moved back and sighed, I scanned the ground and saw a dead rat. "Fuck. It'll do." I scoop the recently dead animal with a rock and placed it where I needed it to be. A slue of curses left my mouth as my fingers touch the poor creature. A small box quickly incased the carcass, I stepped on the (F/C), translucent force field. I focused and made the box large enough for my to simply step onto the platform. I released the dead animal and coughed a little, taking a deep breath.
I started to climb the stairs eventually making it to the rooftop, I was slightly winded but not too bad... nothing I wasn't used to.
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Lost Souls (DABI X READER)
Fanfiction(This is a Dabi x Reader) You grew up in a good home, with a big family. You had a 4 little siblings, you all looked after each other until on night. On a cold winter night your house went up in flames, your family died of burns and lack of oxygen...
