The Muzzle (Dadzawa)

Ch. 5 - Heros and Villians

The alarms where blaring, waking me up. This was extremely uncommon and never had happened before. My door slams open and it's the chicken killer. He seems pretty beat up, and sighs in relief when he sees me.

"They haven't taken you yet, thank god," he says walking to me. He opens his arms and picks me up. "We have to go Izuku."

"Where?" I ask.

"Anywhere but here, let go." He opens a window, well he breaks the window open, and hops out the second story window, landing perfectly.

"There he is!" Someone yells.

"He's got the kid!" Someone else adds. The chicken killer sets me down.

"Izuku, were gonna play a new game. I'm gonna need you to play this time. If you do well, we'll play tag later, okay?" I nod excitedly, I love games. "Good, were gonna play heros and villians. You and I are heros and everyone else is a villian, got it?" I nod again. "Now, you have to fight the villians okay, and they're gonna fight back, so don't be nice."

"Aren't heros nice?" I ask.

"Not to villians," the chicken killer smirks. I make an oh sound and nod. I was gonna win this game! "Now, our goal is to escape, we have to get out of here okay?" Escape?

"Heros don't run though."

"But we were kidnapped and thats our mission. You have to play by the rules okay Pup?" I nod. Play by the rules. Got it. "Ready Pup?"

"Yeah!" I pump my fist into the air.

"Then let's go." He brakes into a run, running straight to the forest. I run after him, gaining on him. To our left a group of villians were trying to cut us off. "We gotta go through them, okay." I nod, ready to fight. He lunges to the last guy, fighting him, while I jump and maul the first guy. He collapse on the ground, clutching his face, so I move to scratch the backs of the other's legs. I managed to get two people with the tactic, and the also collapse on the ground, unable to stand. "Good job, pup," the Chicken Killer says as we start to run again. We make it to the forest and continue running, jumping over roots and rocks, not trying to trip. To our right was a road and on that road was a hummer, a guy sat on top with a big gun. I was good at dodging, so I dodge the bullets and jump on top the car and knock him off.I jump off the car and The chicken killer jumps into the car through a window and knocked everyone out. "Get in!" He calls. I jump on top of the car and get in threw there and buckle my seat. The Chicken Killer speeds along the road for 30 minutes before I speak.

"Did we win?"

"Huh?"

"The game, did we win." The Chicken Killer tossles my hair and chuckles.

"Yes, yes we d-" someone blows into the side of the hummer, tossing the car down the cliff. We tumble for a while landing in a wooded area. I peak my eyes open and see The Chicken Killer bloody and bruised.

"Mr. Chicken Killer?" I say, tears in my eyes.

"Run pup, we haven't won the game yet," he coughs.

"But- but what about you?"

"Dont worry about me. I'll see you later, we play tag some other time," he wheezes out. I nod and quickly leave the car, which is left on its side. "Run pup," he says one last time. I turn around and run down the hill. I run past the houses and I run. I run until I couldn't anymore. It was raining cats and dog, I was left in a city street, cold, wet, bloodied and tired. Believe it or not, I wasn't that stupid of a kid. I knew he helped me escape, and I knew I'd never see him again. I knew we'd never get to play that last game of tag.

I woke up in a box in an alley. I had no idea where to go. I didn't know where my Mom was or where my old life 6 years ago was. I was 4 then, so of course I didn't remember. I walked around the streets, thinking of how I'd live. I survived 6 years of hell, I could survive on the streets. So I did. For 3 years I learned how to scounge for food, protect my own area. I had a little shack set up in an abandoned alley. Some old trashcans for walls holding up a metal sheet for a roof. Under was littered with tattered blankets and pillows and a string of fairylights, powered by batteries. It was comfortable, and I even had a friend. I called him Tilly, he was a tattered old bear, but my only friend. For food I went to soup kitchens and scavenged through trashcans on days the soup kitchens were closed. I kept to myself, I didn't trust anyone. I would be fine on my own. I could survive just as I had for years.

It was another rainy day. My thing jacket was being pounded by the icy winds of winter, and I was hungry. The soup kitchens were opened on Wednesday and Sundays, and it was currently Friday. I still had two more days until a warm meal, so I was looking for a good restaurant to dig though their trash. May not have sounded the best, but you gotta do what you gotta do, that's when I smelled it. It smelled so good, Katsudon. I wasn't one for stealing, but this smelled really good. A man in all black was carrieing a bag of this sweet nectar known as katsudon. He looked homeless himself, so I decided against it. Trash for dinner tonight it was. I go to the restaurant he just walked out of and quietly snuck to the back. It was late at night so the restaurant should close soon, throwing one more bag in the trash. So, I waited until then, looking through the eailer bags, but, nothing edible.

"Oi, kid." Shit. I ran. If I got caught they'd take me to a police station, and I'd never get out of there. I heard feet running behind me. Damn, mustve been a hero if they can keep up with me, or a speed quirk. I made twist and turns until I made it home. Hopefully I outran him.i sat down defeated. Guess I wasn't eating today. I lean my head back in defeat when someone sits next to me. "Damn kid, you can sure run." He says. I hope up and prepare myself for a fight. Great he followed me. "Oi, calm down stray. I don't want your shit," he said waving to my home. Rude. "Hungry kid?" He asked pulling out some food. It was the homeless dude from earlier. I get out of my defensive position and look at him. No homeless guy would give up a hard earned meal.

"Huh?" I say.

"Are you hungry?" Yes, but there's no way I trust him. He must want something.

"No, now go away," I growl.

"Really because you looked as if you were digging through the trash 10 minutes ago." Obviously.

"Yeah and? Couldve been a snack." My stomach growls and I blush.

"Mhm," he said opening the lid. Inside was the katsudon and it smelled so good. "You want some or not stray, cause you're drooling." I wipe my drool and sit next to him.

"Well if your sure," I start. He hands me a fork and I dig in to the already cut katsudon. Halfway through I realized he hadn't eaten any. "You gonna eat?"

"Meh, I got food at home."

"Huh? Home, but you look just as homeless as me," I snort. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs.

"I don't sleep, don't have time," he sighs.

"Then don't mind me," I say, greedily taking more. "So what do you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"No one does anything for no reason. What do you want?"

"Nothing."

"Ha! Yeah right. No one is nice for no reason."

"You seemed hungry, I noticed you looking at my food earlier, yet you didn't try to take it. Thought I'd be nice."

"Mhm, whatever, we'll just leave this at an I owe you. God I hate owing people."

"I'll let you know when I think of somthing, stray." He gets up and scales the wall, leaving. Guess he was a hero.