Chapter 3

"I am here to collect your debt."

Just a split second after having said that, Deku had thrown his knife and now it stuck in the wooden cupboard next to my head. A sharp pain went through my cheek and I hissed. Then I felt a thick, warm liquid running down my cheekbone. Blood was my first guess, for damn fucking obvious reasons.

I gritted my teeth and stared at Dekus half closed-eyed, satisfied expression. "What are you gonna do now, kill me?!" His eyes hardened and his smile changed to taunting. "Are you stupid, Kacchan? Twelve years of legitimate torture that you put me through can't be satisfied with just your death. No, there has to be more to it." Deku looked around the room, then he went towards the table in the middle of the kitchen.

"Hmm… around three weeks, but they'll be back before your birthday…" He had picked up a note I hadn't seen yet, then he looked at the calendar next to the door, putting the note down again. "Your holidays start in a week…" A hungry smile came to his face and he stared at me, as if I was the food he wanted. I'd never admit that to anyone, but it was sending hot and cold shivers down my fucking spine.

Deku slowly stepped towards me, instinctively making me tense up again. He chuckled and put a finger to his lower lip. "Are you scared of me now? Don't be, that's less fun. I don't know why other people like to have their victims screaming and in tears. I like to see the hopelessness in their eyes when they resign to their fate. Reminds me of how I used to be."

He reached out with his left arm and I flinched, but he just pulled his knife out of the cupboard. Then he slowly slid the flat side of the blade along my cheek. I inhaled sharply when it slid over the cut from earlier. A misty-eyed expression came to Dekus face and he held the knife in front of me, so I could see my face in the blade. I had a long, thin cut on my right cheek with thin, smudged lines of blood below it. Then I focused on the knife in front of me.

As I already said, it was a butterfly knife, made out of a dark grey, probably formerly shiny metal. The blade was clip pointed and barbed at the end near the handle. The upper side of the blade had a small hook in it. There were dark stains all over it that seemed an awfully lot like blood. Not gonna lie, that thing looked fucking painful.

Deku flipped the knife closed and put it back into his pocket. Then he put his face close to mine and whispered into my ear. "I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you. It's in your own interest to start enjoying shit like this aswell." He licked the blood on my cheek off, turned around and vanished in the same inexplicable way as he came.

I was paralyzed. How had the small, scrawny loser from my neighborhood become a sadomasochistic monster like that? How did his mind get fucked up enough to create a second personality that had obviously taken the main control? And why did all of this shit even concern me that much?

I knew I should've probably called the police, informed Pro Heroes or something, but I didn't want to. Firstly because I had no fucking idea how Deku would react, and secondly because I didn't want him to leave my life again. Whether he'd be put in jail, run away again, get killed or kill himself, he'd inevitably be gone again if I ratted him out.

All the time since he left I had asked myself if it was my fault he vanished, and judging by the shitload of psycho talk from him, I was. Some Hero I was, bullying a kid to insanity. I some fucking how needed to… atone for the bullshit I had done. Sounds fucking stupid, I know, but I couldn't square being such a little fuck with neither my conscience nor my pride.

After all, it were only three weeks of whatever Deku planned to do, not twelve damn years. Fuck, that assrag was already screwing with my head.

I growled and kicked against a kitchen chair hard enough to make it fall over. Then I took a quick glance at the note on the table.

Hello my idiotic son,

We'll be gone for about three weeks, but we'll be back before your birthday. Always lock the windows and doors, eat healthy and do your homework.

Love, Mom and Dad

P.S.: Break anything and I'll break you.

I had to snort at the last comment. Signature my old hag. I threw the paper away, then I went into my room to fix the cut up and do my homework. I wasn't hungry anymore.

Not after Deku had demonstrated his bloodlust to me.