Bloodlust (Part 2)

This world has no heroes.

I learned this at a young age.

Nobody else saw it but me.

Nobody cared about what I said.

But now they do.

Now they listen.

After blood has been shed.

I ran across the rooftops, chasing another false hero. They fight. They run. Most of the time, they fight and then run. But they all fall. As fake heroes should. He couldn't run forever. I was getting tired. I drew one of my many knives and threw it with lethal accuracy. I could've aimed for his back and ended the chase. I could've put enough force into it to kill him. But I purposely went for the leg. They need to know why they are dying. They need to know that they're nothing more than a fake ideal. They need to know just how much of a sickness they are.

I pulled the knife out of the hero's leg, licking the blood off of the blade. It looked terrifying, but this is how I activate my quirk. By consuming his blood, he instantly became paralyzed. Perfect for my line of work. I grabbed the fake by the hair, pushing him up against the wall. "How much money do you make?" The man was barely able to speak. Normal for fake heroes to be this scared. "...w...what…?" "You heard me." I pressed my blade against the hero's neck. "How. Much. Do. You. Make?" "...$100,000 a year…?" "Wrong. The answer is too much." I snarled at him. "Heroes work for free: heroes for the sake of being a hero. You are no hero." With one fluid motion, the hero fell to the pavement, his blood now dripping from my blade. This was my duty to this world. I needed to rid the world of all who dare to call themselves a hero.

I am Stain: the fabled 'Hero Killer'.

Someone clapped behind me. I spun around, sword ready. A guy with messy pale blue hair and dressed in all black was standing there. I couldn't see much of his face because he had a grey hand covering it like some form of mask, but i could still see his blood red eyes. "Who the hell are you?" "Simply a fan of yours, Stain. Quick and efficient." "Answer my question." "In due time. We should talk somewhere else though. Now, Kurogiri." I turned around to see a wall of shadow engulf me.

I was suddenly inside a shitty little bar. I looked around, seeing a man in a bartender outfit. It must've been his quirk that brought me here, because he had no body: just shadows. The other guy was here too. I still kept my hand gripped on my sword. "What's your deal here, punk?" "Calm down, Stain. I am Shigaraki: leader of the League of Villains. This is my partner Kurogiri. We brought you here to be recruited." I slowly lowered my sword. "Recruited? You really think we're the same?" "Of course. You kill heroes, and we're aiming to kill All Might. Our goals are aligned." I scoffed, sheathing my sword. "We're not the same. You're a villain. I am just ridding the world of false heroes." Shigaraki tilted his head, confused by my words. I elaborated a little bit more. "All Might is the last true hero in this world. He fights every day to save people, expecting nothing in return. Those I kill are only in it for the money and fame. They're a disease: an ugly infection to the word 'hero'. That is why I kill: not because I hate All Might." I turned my back on them, heading towards the door. "I will let you live for now. But if we meet again, I will kill you, villain."

That was a week ago. I had locked onto my new target: another false hero named Native. He just finished advertising a clothing brand owned by the Number Three hero: another fake hero named Best Jeanist. I stalked Native as he left the studio. I was about to pull out a knife and go for the kill when chaos ensued. I could hear the screams of civilians echo throughout the city. Then I could see the cause of such panic: a flying creature was destroying everything around it. Then, further down the street, I saw a larger creature easily throwing cars around. A large-scale villain attack had begun. It might've even been because of that brat Shigaraki. I didn't know, but I did know that I can deal with it later. Native needed to die first. Then I could worry about hunting down the League of Villains. Native, as most fake heroes do, ran towards the chaos. They love to try and mimic All Might by pretending to care about others. Native help evacuate people from the war zone the creatures had created. I stalked him for hours, just waiting for my opportunity.

Then it came. He ran off to go get more help. That's when I jumped from the rooftop, landing on him. He fell to his feet. I stabbed my knife into his back. He screamed out in pain. Nobody would be able to hear him over the chaos going on all around us. I licked his blood and swallowed, paralyzing him. I then picked him up and pinned him to the wall, looking into the coward's eyes. I pressed the blade against his throat. Just another kill.

Then I felt like I got slammed by a school bus going 100 mph. I back flipped, drawing my sword before my feet even touched the ground. I looked at the young man in a hero outfit. I was filled with disgust, realizing that the costume mimicked All Might. "What do you think you're doing kid?" he was clearly terrified. I have no idea what compelled him to try and stop me. He forced a smile onto his face as he shouted at me. "I'm Impact, and I won't let you hurt him!" I tensed up. That is something a hero would say. I was tempted to let him go. I decided against it. If he truly was a hero, then he would prove it. Either he would be proven to be a true hero, or he'll prove that the fakes are getting better at hiding. "You talk like a hero. Let's see if you act like one." I charged forward, treating him like any other opponent. I was going to kill him like all the rest.

Because that is my duty.