Chapter 32: Madness And Awakening

(Daily Music: Death Note-Low Of Solipsism)

They will pay for this with their lives. And I don't care if I'm seen. Nothing will keep them from facing the consequences of their actions.

I whistled. It wasn't a regular whistle.

It was a call for Ryujin.

In a short period of time, Ryujin reached me.

"Can you pick up any unknown scents around here? Specifically check for scents near me.", I said to him.

He flicked his tongue a couple of times, and started quickly slithering in a certain direction. I followed right behind him. I didn't have to go slow, since he was also extremely quick.

Eventually, we got to a large, muscular man.

There was blood on his right arm. It was still somewhat fresh, and hadn't completely dried. The blood where Kota's body was at was the same. That means...

This is the scumbag.

I manifested a bone. I was going to make sure that this scum would get the worst torture I can imagine.

I imagined a bone from my shoulder. 6 feet long. Sharp.

As for the property?

Toxic.

There was a special thing I could do if I specifically imagined "Toxic" instead of simply imagining "Poisonous".

I could add very specific toxins to the bones, and they would work just fine.

So, I imagined one that I learnt of during my studying with the medical field during my internship. One that would have the very powerful effect of not allowing muscles to contract, paralyzing any opponent with any muscles.

Botulinum Toxin.

(Thanks to Manny0101 for the great medical knowledge and ideas for use. Also, he's got a really good MHA story called My Hero Academia: A Hero's Will. Y'all should read it, it's great)

The bone, while not exhibiting any visible difference from any other sharp bone that I could manifest, now had a toxin in it that would prevent muscle contraction.

I dashed towards the fucker at the fastest speed I could manage, and sunk the toxic bone into his back, piercing into it, lodging the bone in it. I made sure that I didn't kill the cunt just yet. I had something far better in mind.

Something that would permanently benefit me.

-3rd POV-

The large man turned around to look at what attacked him. However, the second he saw his attacker, a child, he felt all his muscles seemingly just stop. He couldn't move at all. And since his Quirk relied on his muscles as well, that was out as well.

"What did you do?!", he yelled at the white haired child.

The child didn't respond. Instead, he walked over to the paralyzed villain and kicked him onto the ground. He was essentially just a statue, so he couldn't do anything to resist.

The child walked onto his paralyzed body, and saw his prosthetic eye.

The boy reached his hand out to the prosthetic eye, grabbed the eyeball, and yanked it right out of the socket with so much force that he also pulled out all the organs and "cords" attached to it.

The child threw the ripped out eye onto the soil, as if it was nothing but a bland stone that he picked off of the ground.

-Jokara POV-

I was going to make good use of my medical knowledge for this.

I knew where all the important muscle groups were, and I knew which areas to target to permanently cripple him even if the toxin wore off now.

So, I went after those spots.

For example, the core. The core has spinal erectors that hold up the spine, as well as abdominals and obliques that hold up the trunk. Since every limb movement originates in the core, a weak core will create a weakness in limb movements as well.

So, I broke the core as much as I possibly could. Break bones at or near it, destroy the muscles there as much as possible, etcetera. Anything that would severely damage the core until it goes from a weak core to a non-working core.

Eventually, the villain lay in a field of his own blood, blood that was spurting out from his chest. Marks adorned his body like some kind of painful tattoo art. Punches, stomps, kicks, slashes, several forms of attack assaulted his core, damaging it further and further with each hit. His whole body was completely ruined thanks to those damages alone, but, out of what was most likely spite, the child often "missed" his attacks, hitting other areas of his body.

The only reason he hadn't died yet was because the child kept putting small bones in him that healed him, but then stabbed him with another one of the bones that paralyzed him.

-Jokara POV-

"This is all thanks to what you did, thinking that your actions had no consequences. Because you thought you were invincible. Because you thought that, since the cowards that call themselves Heroes don't ever kill, that you'd just do whatever you wanted with no real blowback. But you were mistaken to think that everyone had fallen under the bullshit of Hero Society. But that was when you came across me. You attacked my home, my parents... AND YOU KILLED MY LITTLE BROTHER!!" I yelled at the scumbag. Even if he wasn't under the effect of the Botulinum, at this point, he would be so weak from his injuries that I would be able to kill him with a flick of a finger.

"It's because of the trash who call themselves Heroes that innocents like him are killed by scum like you. Because they think that standing on some kind of golden moral pedestal makes them saints. That people should instantly flock to their side when they point fingers at who is called a Hero or a Villain, that they can't be wrong. And the worst part? The fucking sheep believe them. They worship Heroes like gods that can't do wrong. And they believe all those labelled as Villains to be irredeemable scum who would kill others for so much as breathing the same air as them."

The boy's eyes were going out of focus. His breathing was getting shaky. Each time he attacked the core, his moves got more erratic, less coordinated, even more brutal. Wilder.

"And the thing is: Some of you are. You are a prime example of scum like them. You see no purpose in life other than to ruin those of others. You end families, kill defenceless children, demolish homes, raze the environment to devastation. All because your only thought is to cause hell for others. But the worst part? You're all allowed to live."

(Before y'all get pressed about what's about to happen, just take notice that this is something Kimimaro has. I'll post it here to show you what I'm describing)

His skin changed. From the pale white it usually had to a dark grey. His sclerae went from white to black. His regular blue irises turned yellow. His teeth all became extremely sharp. Six large bone spines sprouted out his back. A long bone-spiked tail grew out behind him. Two black curved-like markings appeared under his eyes-one under each eye and two as elongated eyebrows- one above each other.

"And it's because of this that trash like you can run around, doing what you did to my little brother. But I'll make sure that you don't ever get away with it. I'll do to you all exactly what you do to innocent people tenfold. Then, and only then, after you've felt ten times more pain than you've ever inflicted on every other innocent, will I let you die. Because, from now on, I will be the new symbol."

The transformed child manifested a sharp bone above their arm, and it crackled with electricity. He took it and jammed it into the open chest of the villain, frying everything in his body to a crisp. Every second, the amps increased in amount, inflicting more and more pain. Again, every time his paralysis was about to end, or he was about to die, he was healed, only to be paralysed and tortured again.

It felt like hours had passed when it stopped, and he was impaled through the head with another lightning bone.

The gored, brutalized, fried body of the villain known as Muscular lay there, like some kind of twisted art piece. Blood soaked the area around his corpse, entrails strewn about the floor.

And on top of the disgusting gore, was a transformed human. The height of a child, but with the appearance of a demon straight from people's nightmares.

"I'll become the symbol", the demon muttered, walking off of the corpse. But every step it took didn't feel like a step from a regular being. It felt supernatural, even for the world it was in. Every time it's foot touched the ground, the earth itself would wither. It moved like it was glitched, constantly shifting, and seemingly teleporting every now and then.

"The Symbol Of Fear"