Forgotten Behind (bnhaxkny)

Blood. The bright red colour that stains every inch of his surrounding. Evidence was all over him. The crimson red that stains his sticky wet shirt as the rain poured heavier. He chocked back a sob at the scene in front of him, he was 7, goddam 7. He wasn't suppose to be doing this. It was the opposite of his own ideals.

A hand placed firmly on his head as he was dragged into the misty, purple portal. He couldn't escape from its hand, twisting and turning violently to shake it off, but it just got more tighter. In his time at the lab, he found secrets that lay hidden to the world. The Taisho era, an era of demons and humans roaming the earth. Fighting for victory to who comes out on top. An era with skills better than quirk. As generations past, those where just myths, myths that will forever be forgotten.

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"What are we going to do now"

"We're going to be vigilantes, after all, nobody will want a hero who's killed hundreds of innocents.