The Storm is Coming

Gyges POV

I thought I had seen the worst humanity had offer. I had kept guard over monsters that would give most heroes nightmares, and that's not even talking about civilians, but these people...

The Shadow Queen and All For One. The Hero Commission had warned us about them, and as condecendingly as ever, attacking, but I didn't think anyone, any force, really, would dare to attack Tartarus, no matter how powerful they were, and no matter how many they were.

I was wrong.

These monsters in front of me weren't like the monsters chained up behind me, no, they were worse.

The villains in Tartarus were mad, yes, but they rarely had any purpose, any goal, outside of their own power.

Power for the sake of power. Fighting with no goal or purpose.

That was not the case for the two villains in front of me.

They fought and moved with purpose, and it powered them through, as they fought as one.

They had the one thing I had never seen in a villain to this extent : Purpose.

I had seen the mad ravings of lunatics as they wanted to 'purge all quirks' and what not, but for all their excuses and explanations they did it for one thing: Power.

They did it to be special, to be above all others.

Not these two.

They were an impossibility. But so was breaking into Tartarus, so was breaking out of Tartarus.

So was killing Briareos.

So was killing me. Me, who had fought many villains that got too confident, thinking that just because they were S ranked, that they could make it past the Bronze Gate.

They never could, not until now.

Until it was truly needed, I held.

Machines that had stood by me were crushed into balls of metal, or simply torn apart with little more then a glance, used as a projectile towards their fellow automotons more often then not.

With no effort, with no grace, they were winning. They had one thing, and only one thing.

Just power, raw and undiluted.

But I had to stop them. I had to win here.

So I dragged my broken body up with no grace, but powered by determination.

Determination that faded like a candle in the wind with only a single glance.

With nothing but a promise of death, death that I knew was coming for me, but I wanted to avoid that little bit longer.

"Code Red Security Lockdown." I rasped into my earpiece. "Villains number 13 and 4141 are attacking."

And with those words the pain hit at the same time as the last of the security drones failed, ripped apart, and as the last defender of the Bronze Gate fell into the icy cold waters below.

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Kurogiri POV

I could feel it in the air. Something was happening, and it was happening soon.

Sensei said it was a side effect of my quirk, one that led to me having slight subconscious knowledge of the world around me.

I don't know who I am anymore.

Five years away from Sensei. Five years since Sensei was killed, five years since the doctor brought him back - five years he didn't care about me, a long dead part of me whispered - and five years spent inside this hellhole

Then the alarms started blaring, as if we cared. As if we, the monsters in the stomach of hell, could leave our little cells.

As if they couldn't simply announce things like this an alarm over an earpiece.

Even villains had higher standards then this.

Perhaps they did this to show us the futility of trying to escape, as if we didn't already know.

And then the speakers blared to life, and I understood the tension in the air from before.

"Security Lockdown Measure: Code Red." It said, as a threat that might be able to lay Tartarus low had appeared, and I knew what it meant.

The bridge wouldn't drop into the water, as much as it would be detonated, killing anyone trying to enter on it.

Metal slabs, inches thick, slammed down in the hallways, as thousands of robots designed to kill first, second and third were activated.

If only I could get out of this infernal chair, if only.

While I would be unable to warp right out of the facility, the forces with nothing but guns and mediocre quirks would have a hard time stopping me.

And then the lights died, and I felt the current, the constant incomfortable itch stabbing into me, fade.

Fade into nothingness, as I smiled.

I took a single breath, and stepped outside my cell. Without my neckbrace, this would be hard, but I could do it.

Atleast that was until the armed forces appeared in my view. This mess would be hard to explain, and harder to get out of.

Atleast until the wall burst out, and Muscular stepped forth, holding a corpse by it's neck.

I smiled a smile no one could see, even if I had been rescued by an incompetent idiot.

Why he thought fighting All Might was a good idea even after Sensei had lost to him, I will never know, but that is what he thought, for some ungodly reason.

We didn't need to say any words as we ran from the chains of Tartarus into the chains of freedom. Of Sensei.