Sick Thoughts

I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him. I am going to kill him.
Dabi's thoughts reflected those same thoughts he'd had during the lengthy climb up the countless stairs of the mansion in a futile attempt to save Jin.
The night air tasted bitter and sharp on his tongue as he sped walked down the dimly lit sidewalk.

He was on his way to the traitor's apartment.
Had he known from the moment he'd set eyes on that winged bastard that he was only going to spy? Yes. Yes, he had.
He had decided to string the little hero along and see what pathetic attempts he'd make to prove himself.
Takami had always been loyal to the Commission since day one- Dabi knew this fact very well.
There was no way Keigo would truly join the villains.

Dabi went along with his little act until the very end.
It had been fun while it lasted.
He'd wound up letting his feelings be felt and given into his overwhelming lust for the feisty blond countless times.
Some nights he still found himself longing for the soft touch of those brilliant red feathers..

He shook his head vigorously to clear it.
He was done letting himself feel emotions. All those dreams and all his hard work had been set back when Jin died two weeks prior.
Dabi would end fake heroes- it'd just take longer now.

He rounded a corner, his heavy combat boots exploding a puddle into a million harmless shards that flew outwards in every direction at once.
Oh to stomp in a puddle of Hawks' blood.
That would be fun.

A longing in his heart ached to stomp on the hero's face again as he had that fateful night- to watch his eyes widen with fear until his skull crushed his brain and his face went blank.
Perhaps he would've done that after he'd finished toying around with the bird in flames if his little apprentice hadn't come to rescue him.
Perhaps he'd have to kill Tokoyami too.
Yes, I'll do that.
Take out the number two hero then take out a beloved little hope for the future.
I'll make sure those UA kids are hollowed.

He stopped at the base of a towering apartment complex. This one was slightly more off on its own than the countless others littering Japan's overcrowded lands.
Dabi couldn't help but feel his stomach knot as he shoved his way passed the front gate.
He'd spent countless nights here, cuddled in the wings of a fallen angel. Everyday had brought a new smile and more genuine happiness than he'd ever felt before.
How sickening.

No way was he going to be so weak as to feel ever again.
He shoved his way through the front door, earning a shriek of terror from the lady at the front desk.
She frantically grabbed for a phone to call for help, but Dabi was way ahead of her.
He'd brought his favorite black pistol- and just two quick bangs later, the lady had dropped to the floor, never to make another sound.
It was a shame too; she always made good cookies.

He slowly walked over to the door that concealed the never ending flights of stairs, his combat boots clacking against the floor with every trained step.
Before he went all the way through the heavy metal door, he paused, aiming his gun at the lights in the lobby.
He knew people had most likely heard the first two shots and would have called the authorities- it was only a matter of time before someone came to get him.
That was fine.
He had six bullets left in his barrel.

Bang. The lobby lit in a blinding flash as the lights exploded. Just as soon as the light had brightened however, it went out; just as Hawks was about to.

A cold smile tugged at Dabi's lips as the door to the stairs fell shut with a thud.
He started his justice reigning ascent, taking the stairs two at a time.

"Do you wish to be a hero too?"
The little red headed boy nodded vigorously, his heart pounding at the simple lie.
And though it stung his heart and made his carefully concealed bandages feel all the more tight, he knew it was for the best.
At least now, in this training program, he was away from his father.
The blond boy across from him smiled wide, his crimson wings fluttering in excitement.
"We could be heroes together! We could save so many people- and no one will ever have to be scared!"
He hesitated. People found calm and safety in heroes..
They were wrong to be so trusting..
But this winged boy- he was different than the other kids here.. he genuinely wanted to help people. He..
He had the makings of a real hero..