My Hero

Pilot, My Forever Regret

"Can you remember who you where before the world told you who you should be?" Long sharp nails dug into the face of Izuku, drawing small beads of blood to drip down his face. "You, a child created for the soul purpose of suffering an eternal life to be drenched in my ever reaching shadows. My dearest boy." He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Izuku truly was art. He was a beautifully destroyed painting, building more layers of deep, vivid, red.

"No-! Stop, please you can't d-do this- please, stop-!!" Izuku had gurgled, tongue slick with the taste of iron. "Oh what a poor little thing still waiting for his happy ending." Dark murky eyes slit, "I still remember you as a little boy who over waters his plants because he just doesn't know when to stop giving. Your worthless admiration to be a hero, to give to others who had scorned and belittled you."

The shadow's grip on Izuku had lifted slightly, but he didn't dare run away again. He had leaned his lesson once, learning what fear of being hunted felt like. He knew what many kinds of fear felt like, and it wasn't like the  pure childish terrors of monsters under his bed when he was little- Į̷͖̟̠̬̦͚̲̀̿̃͌̾̃͌̃͠t̷͇̠̻͙̼͈̳̓̓̀̃̃̍̔́̚͜ͅ'̷̧̡̪̺͚̲͙̮́͌̅̅͗̎̀̆̈́s̴͖͈̉́̊̀̆͛͋͗̂ ̴̢̨̘͉͔͇̯͔͙͎̓̔̌̐̈̒̉̆̍̀š̶͍̹̱͙͍̦̌̉͆͐̎̊̄t̶̢̰͇̗͉̙͎͖̦̲̋̽́į̶̼̬̺̳̦̝̏̈́l̵͈̠̻̝̥̰̺̥̮̖̅̇̓͗̂͂̔̂͝͠ĺ̷̦͎̜̞͕̻̝̣̺͉̆̈́̒͘ ̷̘̪̻̻͕̐̋ẃ̶̭̺̑͑a̵̧̺̥͈̹͕̣̽̏͂͌̚̕͝͠t̶̙͇̅̈́̂̔̐̕͜c̶͉̟̭̩̣̫̼̮̣͇̑̂̉̐̎̀͝h̵̞̳̣̼̝͛̑̏̉̑̆̑̾̚͝ḯ̶̫̎̽͆́̈͆̎̕n̸͇͙̣̾g̴̦̻̙͈̪̬̽̈́͝ ̵̨̖̰̞̩͋́̋̈́̎̈̂̋͑͘͜m̵̗͐̾͌ȩ̸̡͎̘̱͓̍͛̌̀̊̔͋̿̑͝. Nor was it like the panicked, protective fear he felt when his friends where in danger.

Instead it was the dread of knowing that fighting back is useless. That even if he had a head start, ran with his new quirk and his sheer will to live, it was all still USELESS. Because he was being chased and hunted by a predator that was so much more faster and stronger than he could ever be. It was only a matter of time before it will catch up and eat him whole.

"I... I hate you." Izuku whispered. So light that he himself could barely tell if he had actually said it out loud or had simply thought it.
Izuku had barely registered the talons sliding dangerously down his neck, fingers digging into skin once again and slowly constricting his air flow.

"It's all a bit tragic, really, isn't it? You were Dead, yet here you are. Here you are still kicking and living in the world's filth after you were thrown away from who you loved dearest." The shadow responded as its face grew closer, it's too long smile straining its "skin". A moldy pink tongue escaping from the clutches of its maw to lick the salty tears running down Izuku's face. "You're just a ghost with a beating heart. And I, truly, thank your precious hero, your last string of hope tied to life, to forcefully snap that thread and bring us closer together at last."

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