chill, it's only chaos

A SQUAWKY SHRILL RESOUNDED throughout the frenzied and disordered city, tears and blood spilling from every direction, fear resonating through every bone and body alive. Some were dead, so they didn't count.

Meanwhile, the oh, so wonderful and courageous Number Two Hero stood to the side, beady eyes enlarged. He lept into action, barking orders to his sidekicks and agents.

"Dad, what about us?!"

Ivette couldn't focus. Her attention was on the sole monsters she despised with her whole heart. They reigned terror upon the city and shook fright into the souls of many, scrambling to get away from the danger the Nomu's caused.

"̸̗̙̬͛̓͑̐̆̌̽̎̑T̴̛̜̤̻̲̞͎̍͗́̐͑̐̋̐͌͌̓̽̋͜͝h̶̨̛̯̻̣̙̘̜̱̯̫̝̞̟̰̍̈́͑̍̔͐̓̄͐́ȩ̵̫̜̞͒͊͘͝y̸̡̙̪̦͙̻̜̲̑̅͊̀̐ͅ'̴̧̛̝̞̤͔͑̀̏̀̔͗͛́̈́͗̀̏̚r̴̢͎͔͕͎̜͖̭͚̠̠͈̂̔͐̀̔͗̕ͅͅͅē̶̢͆͗͑́́̃̂͑̀̋́͝ ̶̳͖̯̭͕͓͙̖̳̬̦̿͒̔͂̃͂̑͝ͅk̷͔̣͓͖̾̇́͌̈́̍̕̕̕í̷̧̭͕͉̬̝̳͑͠l̸̥̖̞̠̬̮̟͙͍̟͍͚͎̟̈́ͅl̵̢̧̪̗͎͓̣͌͌̿̓i̴̲͎̝̼̥̞̥̺̪͋n̸̘͇̣̱͖͗̃̆̈́̂̃͌̿͊̊͊͠g̸̮̦͗͐̀̚͘͠͝ ̸̖̼̗̠̖͍̭̃̐̑͂͠p̷͈͎̲̬̩̬̪̗̲͚̫̳̼͉̈̿̉̂͑̀̈́͒͊̐̆̈ͅȩ̶̭͉̮̬̰͇͎̠̈́͂̃͆̀̌̌̐̈́̔͌̇͘͝͠ͅò̵̡̜̦̖̲̞̗̞̳̞̠̠̾p̵̩̜̞͈͙̈́̔̋́͋̀͆̔̑͋͘l̸̲͉̬̻͖͖͗̿̆̂̅͐͆̑̋̾̈́̚̕͠͝ě̵̜͉̱̞̟̀͂͊͒̚̕.̵̡̰̜̘̹̪͙͓̣̭̭̖̘͈̆͗̄͂̍͐̀̓̇͋"̵̢͎͈̮̞̭͔̥̞̱̪̲̱̞̙͌͋͗̽͛̈́̈̈́̆́̔͆͘̕

I can fucking see that, Sherlock.

"̴̢͓̫͕͈̝̖͉̪̻̞̬̲̓̿̄̐̓̚ͅT̵̛̜̠͎͕̖̮̖̩̲͇͔̟̈́̋͆́̇̎̔̈́͗͝h̵̨̲̫̳̣͎͇̱̞̠̭͚͇̾̊̑̅̃́͜͜e̵̠͙̱̼͉͔̞̘̽͑͑̂͂͋͛͒̑͛͒̍̕͘y̸̜͎͋́͋̃̏͝'̴̛͈̞̳̩̻̩͔̲͕̱̮̭̙̀̿̏͛͛́̌͋͜ͅr̶̢̦̻͉̠̱̘̤̠̦̲̳̃̋̒̓̇̈ę̶̤̯̲̳̤̦̻̬̫̤̿̑̒͛͝ ̴̱͔̖͊ͅr̶̢̛̗̥̹̃̍̊̓͑͌͋̓͝u̶̧͖̜̥̟͓͎̦̦̭̇ì̵̗̯̺͈̜̤n̶̤̿̈̽͗̍̽i̵͇̼͎̲̦͕̟̓͑̒́͐̏͑͑͊͐n̶̨̛͇̻͉͔̯̗̄́̉͛͑̾̇̚͘͝g̸̡͇̺̗̮̖̳̒̿̉̽̇̀̌͑̍͋̃̈́̇̚͠ ̷̧̥̺̘͖̙̥͐̋̏̐̌̂͆͝͝͠o̵̩̰͗͗͐̍̆̅̑͌̑̊͐͊͌̓͠ū̶̧̠̱͖̞̜̲͓̻͓̒̽͗͑͝ͅͅͅŗ̶̘͇̝̞̝͎̻̙̭͓̪̇̈̌̀̏̄͘̕͘͜ ̶͇̤̩̤̽ͅp̵͍͇̱̠̙͉͙̥̜͔̙͎̲̭̞̅̋̀͗̏̈͑̑̌̚͘͝͝ļ̶̖̜̯͇̳͈̂͒͑͛̋̅͋̒̍̀̍͜a̶̢̗̗̣̗̅͌̈̀̃͒̂̍̂̾̂̓̈ṋ̴͚͙̺͍̖̙͔̲̹̦̘̙̉̏̓̇̆̇͂́̒̾̕s̸̨̎͐̎̄̚,̷̧̪̺͔͙̈̿͝ ̶̛̱̰̔̐̓͊̀̀͋͝W̵̡̛̜̭͉͕̟̻͎̜̙ǎ̷̢͙͓̻͍̞͚̝͚͖̺̯̈́̾̈́͋̓͌̄̄́̂͘̚̕ť̵̡̛͕́́̍͌̈̌̐͂s̵̛̻̪͓̳̬̥̫̿̾̌̂͒͑̄̓̾͗̊̍͝ͅǫ̷̡̛̭̱͙̤͋͌̿̀́̂͋̓̆̀̓̒n̶̛̛̫̪̮͖͉̩͚̻̫̗͍̩̩̱̅̀̈́͂͂͌̐̈́͐̇͒͆͛ͅ.̵̫̗̠͂̂͆̍́̍͗̿͘͝"̶̼͕͔͓͚̙̻̘͉̭͙̌̇̒̀͜

Stop watching the shows through me! And stop with that weird voice! We're not in some fucking series.

"̷̭͙͒͂̄͂İ̸͖̰̯̳̬̻͋̈́̈́̕ ̸̫̏̔̈́͑̚b̷͔͈̭͍̱͆́͆͗́͋ẽ̶̢̛͍̍̽̃̌ͅģ̸̯̼̝͈̒̽͌͒ ̷̨͔̰͙̥̦̈́̆͆͛͊t̸̥̮̰̟̀̾̾̀̆͗o̷̻̦̤͈̹͋̌͜ ̴̨̮̹͈̥͒d̴̺͉͐̔͂ỉ̴̛͚̥͎̪̃̂f̴͇̗̣̭͔̥͒͘͝f̵̡͕̯̞͘ẽ̵̛͚͚̙̎ȑ̸͍̒̈́̀͘̚.̵̨̢̛͇͎̹̣̃́͌͝͠ ̴̳̳̙̙̉Ṱ̴͋̕h̷̤̰͓͉̪͎͐͊e̶̮͖̯̿r̵̩̹̲̝̚͘ê̵̟̝͂ ̵̢͈̗̩̼̺̓̌̾ă̶̻͒̀͐̕̚r̷̺̥͉̉́̓ê̸͎͓̊̂̈͘ ̵̡̨̧̩̮̟̌̌̌̇̌p̸͈̩͍̺̅̊͝e̵̺͇̖̠̜͗̐̓̄ỡ̴̝̂̈́̾͜͠p̶̳̞͓̦̗̘̈̈́͛́̐͝ļ̷̧̨̲̣͇͒̽́ḛ̷̀̃̿͝ ̶͔͈̮̙͈̀̒̓̄̏͘ẅ̴͉́͌̕ḩ̷͍̖̖̣̉͑͛o̵͎̳͉͙͝ ̴̡́͐̔̎͗a̶̺̐̔͛͊r̴̝̪͆̆͆ë̸̟̞́͑͝ ̵̤͙̫̺̰͊͆̕ř̶̙̦͖̂e̷̬̾a̶̯̼̼̾̎̎͝d̸̺͖̪͂̀̌̐i̵̖̩̩͓̽̅̓̒͠n̴̠̫̖̠͒̀͘ͅg̴͔̜͔̓̆̐̈́̈̕ ̴̲̻̜̮̒͌y̶̼͈͍̻̏o̵͍͉̬̗͗͑͝ử̷̧̻͇̺̇̊̔̚r̵̮͉̘̄̏̓̒ ̸̨͍̖̗͔̈͛͂̅s̸͚͗t̶̳͓͓͂͆o̷̮̮͖̟̜̽r̵̘̆y̵̢͉̪̣͌̀̈́.̴̦̄ ̸̡͈̯̰̊͋̈͌̎Ṫ̵̢̮̲̱̎h̴͖̬̲̜͙̽e̴̤̠̽̅̊̕y̵̫̖̖̲̦̖̓̐́ ̷̤̱͒̀s̷͓͍̺͇̖̩̈́̍ë̶̛̲͉̖́̄́̆̓e̷̛̛͙̓ ̴̺̬̱̦̼̈͑t̸͚̗͉̳̽̒͜͜͠h̸̻͓͖̬̆r̵̢̐̚o̷͖̫̖͔̦̤͝u̴͍̻̲͕͒̑̈̏͒̚g̴͖̈́h̴̦̫̣̒̅̊̚ ̷̧̡̖͈͖̎̂̀̔̊y̸̰͂͋̔͗̋õ̵̺̎̚͠͠ủ̸̧̥̪̘̗̿̌̐,̸͕̭̈́͑̈̚͜ ̸̧̫̣̼͕̀Ĭ̴͈͊͂v̵̧̨̪̺̟́̒̍̀͑̅ȩ̸̛͓̝̀ṭ̷͑̿̈́̏̂t̶̥̮̮̀̏e̶̝͙͉̲̩̒́͆̈́̔.̷̦̙̹̈́̌̎͠ ̸͙̙͖͈̑̀̚T̴̖̔h̵͕̜͍͓̓̃̇ẽ̷̼͔͝y̷͉̆ ̷̳͚͈̈̄k̴̼̂͠n̷̡̹̻̄o̷̬͔̽͌̈́̃̑w̸̠͓̬̿̔ ̶̛̺̦̫̈́w̵̖̭̜̔͋̆̌̈́͘͜ḧ̵̗̮̗́̄͆o̴̡̟̔̄̄͆̕͝ ̸̱̻̽͆̍ȳ̸͎͎̩̞͌͐͝ö̸͚́u̶̝͋́̃̈́̈ͅ ̸̧̮̮̺̫͓́̃̀̉͌r̷̡͉̮̦̣̐͂̒̆̊͜͝e̶̱͎̜̮̝̎̌̈́͒͠͠a̸̯̻̗͐l̵̨̈̊̉͆́͘l̴̼̔͆́́̚͝ỵ̶̥̔͌̒̽ͅ ̷̨͎̻͎̝͖͌͆ả̴̯̺́r̴̫͖̰͆ė̶̼͖̝̙̦̿͑̽̐.̵̭́̏͒̋"̴͇̰̣̱̮̳̍͑̆

That's it. When we get back home, no more television for you.

"̷͇̄͛͆̍͒͊͘Ẅ̸͔̼́h̶̨̥̦̗̩̮̗͑̐͠͝à̵̮̝̞͇̬̭̬͍͇̠̘̍̅̍͜-̶͈͔͙̥͍̰͍̘̙͇͕̊̓̍́̊̑́̓̓̓͐̐̕ ̷͓̱̹̽̿̐͠b̸͇͈̃̌͐̈́̏̅̿̈́̿̕̕͠u̸̧̡͚͖͓̙̗͓͋̔́̀̋̈́͂̇͝t̶͚͇̫̋͘͜͠ ̶̳̪̥͍̞̱̻̤͕̮͍̤̱͉̍̇̈́̾̕͝Ỉ̸̦̭̹̙͍̫͔͚̳̼̦̦̖́̄̃̔͋̈́͐͛͒̓̿̋͐̕ ̵̢̱͈͉̞̼̪͓̹̩̻̟̰̥̌ȩ̵̡̪̫̳̱̥̱̦͚͚͗̋̆̏͊̔͒͆͑̈̕n̷̛̮̜̙̟͎͓̬͈̑͆̑͂̒̕j̵̨̛͎̲̟̲͎̯̦̙̪̻̱͙͐̈́̈̈́̅̔̇̃͋̇̏̑̕͜͝ó̸̡̦͍̮͉͖͖̙̖̦͈͊̕͜y̵̘̜̗͙̆̽̋̎͒̌̇͛͋͠ ̶̤̤͚̭̦̜̦̖͎̓̍͑̀͆ͅt̵̢̻̰͇̖͆̍͑̇̐̒̓͜͝h̶̡̭̰͙̲͇̒͗͆͒̄̏e̴̛͇̘͎̻̪̟̜̙̘̋̈̈́̀̀̂̋͂̄͗̿̽͂̚ͅm̵̧̗͚̗͖͎̞͈̈́̔̓͘̚͜͜ͅ!̵̛̗̩̉̊͊̊͌͊͂̆͝"̵͔̪̻͚̤̭͆̈̀̉̅̌̅͐͘̚͜

Suck my fucking dick and choke on it! I don't have time to listen to your tantrum. There are people that need saving!

"̷̡̪̺̭̗͋̈̔̓͠͝͝͠Ý̵̛̫͑͌ọ̵̹̱̗̝͖̓̓ụ̶̾͆̉̏͝͝ ̶̪̪͇̊͗̆ẉ̶͍̬̳̼̥̣̱͊̈͑͒͆̊ơ̶̡̛̮͔̮͎̪̭̹̈͐̈́̀n̷͚͕̼͈̝̍̀̅̑͘'̸̻͂͗t̸̳͎̭̖̱̯̩͌̿ ̶̨͎̻̈́̊̊͠b̴̡͆́͋̌̓̈͘͘ê̸̲̅̾̓̀̕͘ ̶̜͈͚̳͔̥̾͂̓͋͘͝a̵̢͇͍̭̓̽͝͝b̷͚̅͒l̷͎̬̱̫̱͕̓̀͘e̵̡͊̓̌͝ ̸͔̀͜ṯ̷̺̪̯̼̈͋̎̈́̕ͅo̸̝̳̬̜͐͊̐̽͠ ̷̨̺̖͍̠̱́̐̏̕͜d̵͓̼̂̀̈̌͆̌͊͘ŏ̴̝̙̖͖̺̆͂̓̈̇͠ ̵͔̩̖̰͈͎͙̥͆́̇̀̃́m̷͍̯̲̟̰̟̱̑̓̃͋͋u̸̹̞͑͗̀̋ċ̸̨̭͍͖̄̀͠h̵̭̙̄͌͐̀͐̔̿̽.̶̢̘̳̒̌̈́̚͠ ̸̧̧̧̪̲̬̃̌̆̌̽̇̚͜͜͠Ţ̴̝̺̭͔̗͆̀̀͆̄̅̕ĥ̷̛͖̙̠̠͇͍̬̳͐̆̓̿̅̋ȇ̶̡͉̮̥̲̻̮͓͋͗͘y̶̛̦̐̄̒'̸͉̃̾̊̓̃̓ṟ̷̮̰̖̱̖̳͍̆e̶̠̻̋́̕͝ ̵̢̻̙̤̔̔̏͌̅͌͠ͅa̵̖̥̳͓͒͛ͅľ̵̼̙̲̎̓̄́̕̕r̴̜̣͐̔e̷͎͕̲̟͉͑̉a̶͇̟͍̦̦͆̍̿d̸̛͓̘̺̣̣̏̿̆y̸̨̲̼͙̥̬̺͋ ̵̡̡̡̫̱͔̯͆̓̌̉͂̕l̸̛̹͔͗͘͝o̸̢͈͚̍̈́s̸̨̘̗͎̬͎̯̑̈́͂̑̽t̴̨̪̜͗̅̎́͌͘̚ ̴̧̭͊͋͑͑̉͆̉ç̷̟̜͉̞̎a̶̮͒̾͂̈́͝͝ù̵̧̜̗̤̠̾̀̍͠s̸̥̖̹̲̱̬̞͐̍̔̄̄͘ë̸̢͙͙̥̭͖̳̱́̀̈́̈̕͝͝.̷̤̺͙̘̩̘́̀̈́́̒͠ ̸̠̹̥̟̳̍͠T̶͎̟̋h̵͋ͅe̶̯̣͒͗̔̑̈́͂̕͜s̵͔̙̙͌̔̃̓̓̈́͘e̶̲̰̖̯͇̐̀̄͜ ̴̧̝̅̐͆̌N̵̛̠͈̩̥̯͖̓̈́͊̕͜ỏ̷̤̄̊̏̈́̊̚m̵̝̟̖̍̇ű̴̟̓̆̆̅̈́͝ṣ̵̢̖̼̫̓͆̓͠͝ ̶̢̢̤͈̯̠̉͊̒a̴̢̹̘̙̳̒͒̏̇r̵̢̛̰̳͚̅͆́̎͛e̶̝̘̱̾̋̽͆́̈́͘ͅ ̵̧̧̝̺̼̘̱̥̈́̏͝͝d̸̢̧̬͓̟̳͍͒͌o̴̰̬̣̣̞̗͉̖͋̈́͊ḯ̵̤̩͙̎̇̂̈́̇̊ņ̸̥̞̲̰̻̘̐̂̓̾̐̕g̸̲̩̹̋͋ ̸̢̨̧͖͕̬̹͎̿̎̈́̾u̸̦̞̭̜͔̜̺̓̔̀͑s̶̼̱̙͉̥͓͆̐̊̋̍̈͂͜͝ ̴͔̭̲̥̦̞̄́a̷̧̱̗͚̘̓̂ ̸͍̱́͐͌͊̐͗͠ͅf̴͇̜͈̮͓͙̫͊͑̅a̸̧̳̱͚̤͔̖̭̋́̈͌̂̿̐̔v̶͙̗̲̫̾̅̑̌͛ǒ̶͔̑̿̀̿͒̚ṳ̴͇̭̥͈̐̑̎̚r̴̠͓̗̱̈́͌̀̓̅̉̕͝.̴̧̹̩̻͉̅̈́̈́͜"̴͈͑̐̄̒

They are not lost causes, Ivette seethed. Her knuckles turned white, jaw tightening. People can still be saved. No matter how far gone.

"̶̡̡̝̥̠͎̬̞̩͚̦̗̲̫̟̖̅͋̓̈̉͊̋͛̀̂̒̊͂̊̿̆͝Ý̴̫͙̊͊̎͆̂õ̶͚̥͈̳͎̆̏̉̍̾͐̅͠͝ṷ̷̧̢̨̳̟͎̬̹̯̺̖̥̳͎̺͈̱̀̈̇̀͌͋̌̏́̈́̔̈́̋̕ͅ ̷̝̣̺̇̌̎͒͊͜ẃ̵̥͉̗̺̜̲̙̮͉͚̣͎͙̥̫̬̮i̸̗͉̣̟͎̖̭͉̩̊̾̂̈́̎l̵͙͕͍̾̈́̋̀̓l̶̼̜͈̎͌̍̇͗͂̄̊͂́̐̚͘͝͠͠ ̴̧̢̢̧̣͍̮̺̳̹̯̮̙̪̠̤͔̘̄̌̽́̾͋́̇̽͆̌̇̓́͘͝l̴̨̨̪̻̦̩̦͎̹͕̞̫͕̣̘͂̄͗̿̐͆͜e̷̡̼̙͎̪̰̻̯̦̦̲͎͓͗̽̅͛̇͌̈́̊ͅͅa̵̧̫̗̭͔̻̍͗̾̍̀̌̊̕͘̕͝r̷̡̨͉͙̻͈̣̼͓̽̑̃̅̒̌̿̓̑͘͘͝n̷̢̧̼̮̰̼̖͉͙̜̘͔̙͍̰̠͚͆̂͑͐́̎͌̇̌̚̕͘ ̶̛̤̤͕͎̺͇̣̭̱̺̏̂̌̓́̐͘͝͝͝͝ͅȉ̵͈̲̬͎͘͜ͅn̵͖͐̆ ̸̥̙̪̣̘͖̫̩̳̱͉̼̞̤̱̯͖̩̟̍͒̅́̌̽́͂́̎͛̓̕ḑ̶͍̖̫͖͇̤͖̠̦̆̈u̶͇̠̫̺̫͎̍̀̋̀̍̂̽̉̎͗̌̌͂̋̚̚e̷̟̭͖̭͍̩̣͈̓̅̎͋̀̈́̎̂̾̃͒̈́̕͝͝ ̵̲͕̼͎͚̝̠͚̐̀̈́͒̔̌̓̐͊̔̃ͅt̷̛̲̾̒͂͛̀̓͋͑̉̈́͘̚͘͝͠i̸͍̖̣͓̩̖͎̺̲͇̲̦̦̮̤̹̔́̎͒̊̉̕ṃ̷̧̢̛̮̤̥̩̺̺̭͎̮͈̎̏̎̉̃̓̌̎̽̓͗̃͗̿̌̄͜ͅe̶̛̼̤̮͍͕̬̝̼̗̤̭̞̙̲̺̮̜͙͐͌́͌̂̐̂̍͑̽̓̊̉̋̚ͅ,̸̟͙̗̗̙͙͎̣̞̩̥̀́͒̽͛̇̐̔͜ ̷̢̨̗̙͓̤̝̜͈͆́̆̀́̊̿̈́̓̊̐̈́͑͐̒͝͝d̶̡͍͚̲̳̬̖̯̩̹̪̝͍͊̐̀̔̇̉̇̕͜͝ę̷̧̗̌̓̔̃̔͌͐ấ̴̗̱̦̜͖͠͝r̶̢̘̼̮͔̩̘̰̤̱̓̊͘ ̷̛̪̬͔̳̈́̿͂́̓̉̑̆̒͒͒̑̕͝Ȋ̶̢̙̘͚̞͈̙̖͙̤̳̙̲̠͇̯̈́̓̀̊͗̀̏͂̓͐̒͘v̵̛̖͚̪̹̝̣̯̙̬͖̰̻͔͓͋̈́̋̄̐̀̌͗̈́̊͊͂̈́͝͝ȩ̵̨͍̓̽̕̚͠t̵̢̛͍̙̼̜͉̳̹͋͐̏̀́̈́̆̕͝ṯ̴̢̪͎̣̤͇͓͓͉̺͕̮́̂̊̽͂́͒̔͋̐̔̿̚͜͠͝ͅę̶̥̳̼͓̤̤͓̼̗̘̱͓̱̮̉́͒̎́́̈,̵̧̫̳̟̑̀̔͆̏̽̂̌̉̌̾͌͠ ̸̨̻͚̜̩̺̳͙̤͎̫̘̝͓̊͗̈̑͑̉͊̇͝ţ̴̨̱̭̯̰͌̆̋̌͋̆̕͜ḩ̵̮̻͔͈̻̳̼͕̼̲̻̲̭̹̱̾͗͊̔̈́̄̉͂̄̕͜a̷͈̾͗͑͒͜͜ţ̴̡͉͕̞͕̖͕̭͈̹̪͔̘̘͚͓̘̼͝ ̷͖͍̗̔̐̄͆̃̃̋̋̀̈́͝ś̴̨̨̢̧̟̲̟̭̳͖͍͎̔̄͋̓̕͝ͅo̸̜̓ͅm̸̢̛̛̻̞̝̘̘̖̿́̌̅̏͛͒̐̀͘͘e̷̢͉̘̥̻̠̫̰̦͆͜ͅ ̶̛͎̞͔͔̗̤̙̟̩̐̿́̑͂̇͋̽̏̀̓͘̚͘͝͝͝p̶̛̳̯͇̠̆͌̅͒͗͛͛̈́̌̍͆̌̋̾̕͝͝ͅē̸̛̦̠̼̱͈͈̹̫̳̱̖̥̭̲͈͓̹͈̋́̽̐́̉͘͝͠ǫ̵̖̱̬̍̇͐̚͜p̷̡̧̨̻̗̙̼̣̩̪̮̦̣̞̍̈͜͜l̵̡̢̖̗̳̐̓̀̋͛͐̇͋̋́͜͜e̵̻̘̹̞̩̣͚̤̺̣̣̓̈́́̓̍̽̒̿̈́͌̇̈͒̊ ̷̯̬̺͕͍̩̗͆̌͆͌a̸̡̢̡̛̲͍̗̜͚̐̍̏̑r̴̢̠̥͙͉͖̒̀̏̒͂̉͠͝é̷̡̛͙̠͈̺͖̫̦͖́̇̀͐̽̏͠ͅ ̸̛̰͙́͛͊̊̿̄̆̈́̀̍̉̊̎̚͝͠b̵̢̧͇̮̤̦͉̫̣͓̙̤̬̂̋́̒͊͌̑͐̐̎̑͛͑̅̾̊ͅę̴̢̜̯̮͙̙͈̹̱̪̟̜̀̑͌̋͛͘͜͝t̸͚̲͓͕̣̮̥̭͎̭͙͑͌͐͘t̷̡̩̥̝̜͂̇̓̃̓͑ë̵̞͎̲͔͚́̓̅͘ŕ̸̢̢̠̈́̊͌͒̑̕ͅ ̵̡̡̮̣̺͉̤̜͓̝͙̟̭͊͛̉̔̀̃̔͗͐̉́̀̇̈́͜͝͝ǫ̸̡̨̱͉̰͕̳̹̯͕̹̬͍̘̹̫̉̓̽̒̐̍͛͐̃̀̆́̈̎̀̋̕ͅͅf̷̨̳̝͉̣̳̳̦̪̱̯̼̺̫͉̳̔͊̏̏̍̈̃̍̒͌͑͛̚͠f̵̜̪̘̥͇͚̹̺̥̱͕̪͖̀̂̍͆̈́̈́̓̃͊̈͗͌̔̉͐ ̸̲͖͔̋̒̑́͌̉̏͆͂̔̂͊̚͜͝͝͝d̷̝͙̠͖̹͓̥̺̮͂̑̂͑́̚̕̕͠ͅͅe̴̱͍̠͎͇̪̐̈́a̴̧̡̻̠̥̰̥̩̼̹̮̣̳͍̍̀̈́̀̓̍̔́͒̓̽̃̕͜ͅd̶̡̗̞̘̻͈̍͗͊̎̉̾̕.̴̛͓̲̤̤̱͙̯̫̲͎̤͉͙̬̟͖͇͓̺͂̓͑̽͑̓̀̒̃̽̐͆̋̕͘̕"̶͖͉̦͎͂̑̌͒

"Endeavour-san!"

Her yell captured all's attention. Todoroki sent her a questioning, confused look; the boy was hit with a whiplash of emotions. Ivette could understand. She felt the same. But anger and animosity ran thick in her blood; her quirk sparked at her fingers, ready to jump into action and hurt, destroy — kill.

The hero turned to the girl, his son's soulmate, one of the students in UA High School with lots of potential. His brows rose, spotting the shakes racking her body. At first, Endeavour thought Ivette to be frightened. That all changed as soon as she lifted her head, eyes locking with his. The dangerous glow in those emerald orbs had the professional hero nodding.

She didn't need to say anything.

He knew what she wanted.

"Yes."

With the hero's one confirmation, Ivette's quirk activated, large bursts of green mist enveloping her. The bright illumination had those around her shading away, covering their eyes with their arms lest they blind themselves. Propelling herself off the floor, Ivette made her way to the middle of the city, ignoring Todoroki's shout behind her, ignoring the flurry of emotions running through their bond — worry, panic, confusion. Ivette didn't have time to explain everything to her soulmate. She needed to jump into action and help those around her.

Raising her hands, Ivette's eyes flashed brightly, her wisps travelling into a burning building and locating the people inside. "Got you," she mumbled, wrapping their arms in psionic energy and yanking them out of the shattered windows. They shrieked in surprise but realised they were being saved when they landed on the solid group.

"Thank you!" a lady cried, spotting the teenager standing with her arms moving throughout the air, grabbing people from damaged buildings and rescuing them.

"Get out of here," she hissed. Sweat dripped down her face, an ache protruding at the back of her head. "Take the others and find some safety. I'll take care of things here."

"What's your name, onee-chan?!" called a young boy, laying over what Ivette assumed was his father's shoulder.

"̷͍͝W̶̖͖̼̔͆̀ḩ̸͔̺̀̅̎̐͝͝͝y̷̯͆̂́ ̵̖̻̗̩̦̲̈́̈́͋͆̋̿ḍ̸̨̧̠̻̆̔͗́̓͘̚o̷̡͎̫̗̝̱̞̼̊͊͐̆̽̽̃̚ ̷̜̺̗̭͙̀̃͋̓̄͜͝͝t̷͔̥̠́̑̿̕ͅh̸̳͔̎̿͌̐͌̿̊ę̵̛͐̈y̵̢̝̫̱̯̖̽́̏̈́́̅͋ͅ ̴͇̫̘͆̈́̾̔ͅã̸̢̯̩͕ḋ̸̨̥ḑ̴͍̼̆̑͑̐͠r̶̨̘̟͚̻̺̹͚̓̎̄͠ę̵̬̮͈̺̼̆̒̓̓́͂s̸͙̦̠̼̮̞͘s̶̨̯̺̜̭̝̖̖̅͑̑́ ̶͙͓̠̥̩̜͚̋y̸̫͎͖̮̦̜̓͜͠ő̷̜̦̱̲̞̖͜͝ư̶̜̝̻̳̻͔͓̜̓̓̿̕̚͝ ̶̨̡͕͊̉͒͌̈͝͝l̵͙̼̔͊̈́ͅì̶̞̖͙̀̉̆̐͒̽̚͜ͅk̸̢̧̛̺͍̻̣̍̈̎̈͂̐ḙ̵͚̫̃̄́̓͆͗͌̓ͅ ̷̜͕̂͒͝͝t̷̢͔̼͕̺͋̾͛͗̚h̷̰͔̜̬̦̑͒͗̉͒́a̵̢̜̖͔̟͋͗̐ţ̶̛͎̠̱͙̦̻̙̿̍͘?̷̬̗̯̯̀͐͛̓̊̎̕̚ ̸̛̰̹̟̾͒̄̕͜͝Y̸̨͕̣̹͔̓͑̏̌̀͝o̴̤̹̹̩̓̾͘ū̴͇͉̙̜͍͖͒͌̈͋̃͝ ̴͔̖̲̱͇̰̃̓͌a̵̧̖͙̗̪͍͚̒͒̆͂̒̚r̵̡̠̩̺͐̇͋̀̾̏͝ê̷̥̒̎̿̆͌̆̚͜ ̷̨̝̘̻̒̾͆͘͘n̷͇͓͇͆̇̎͐͒͠ͅo̷̲̲͍͍͉̅̂̊̔͋̅͝ṯ̷͒̿̋̌ ̵͖̬̺̮̉̒̏̽̓͂̕t̷̞͇͉̰̝̀͌h̴̛̞̜́͌́͌̋̓͝ȩ̵̨̙͈͇̱͊̐̕͜ȉ̸̜̮̍̃̌͘r̸͕̙͕̻͓̯̿͘̚͜ ̷̨͎̬͚̯̘͓̭͠s̵̡̤̘̘̯̺͚͒͗í̴̯̫̹̠͙̠͈̓̿s̷̡̛̩̣̈̐̍͘͘͝t̶̼͇͐̎̾ȩ̷͔̥͍̠͔̠̘̾̓ŕ̵̦͉̗͔̖̫͈̼.̶̝̰̞͈̣̭̟̈̾͌͘"̸̱̓̈̆͜͝

Ivette rolled her eyes at peoples' needs to know who saved them. They should be grateful you're still alive.

"̴̢̥͓̗͚͍̂̚Î̵̯̜͙͙̗͖̕ ̷̨̡̳̥̻̘͌̃̿̉͒̿ͅs̴̱̦͕̬̙̟̉̂͑͌̐͆̇̕t̷͇̻̑͑̋̓̓i̴̛̱̻͎̲̘̩̜̜̐͋̅l̸̛͈̬̈́͊̇l̷̨̛̺͕̫̤̹͙̿͗̉̕͝ͅ ̵̛͉̞̦̘̀̒͂͌͛͛̏t̴̮̿͂͂͝h̵͚̱̗̄̿̓̃̒̿̈́̏i̵̫͎̦̰̥͕̤̻͆̕n̸̛͉̪̙̹̤̍̊̉̄͝͠ḱ̶̹̀̓͛͠ ̸͚̠͎͍̹̻̻̒̿͒̀́̓͝y̶͔͙͙͖̞̽̅̐̔̍o̵̢͈̱͉̩͈̯̊̌̉͂͂̓ư̶̳̎̾̔̓̓̃'̷̗̖̬̹̇̈͜ͅŗ̷̹͓̩̭̠̠̕͝e̷̛̜̗̱͈͕̱͂̋̃̎̋̂ ̵̣̰̼͈̯͔͕̂̓͋͘̚͠ẅ̶̯͙͔̤͕̯̙́̈́̓a̸̛͉̟̋̂̑̓̀̄̔s̵̠̳̪͌̏̀͑̈̊t̵̠̻͔̭͇̦̹̋͆̎̀ȉ̴͎̇̾̋̈n̴̡̎͆͒͂̎̕͝͝g̷̹͓̿ ̴̰̫̍̆͗̉́̈̽ỳ̷͎̮̪͙̭̐̕͠ͅo̵̖͖̖̻̊͊̐̃͂̃̕͝ù̵̧̢̯̹͚͇̜̠̐̽̑̕r̷̬̻͙̥͛ ̴̫͓̋̈̔̓̍̓̎ẗ̵̳̋ï̵̯̗̣̹̱̠̎͌͌͋́͝m̷̢̄͆̈̚ẻ̷̳̣͓̭̹͔͂ͅ.̵̢̢̬̹̭̭͚̻͒̈́́͒̆͘͠ ̵̧̢͈̞̩̖͍̞̓̾̎͂̑̈́̀L̴̬̘̬̰̭̪̒̽͘͜͝ȅ̷̺̘̩̩͇̼̍̊̀t̴͍͉̤̆̾̽͋̚ ̸̡̨̻̒ṱ̴̪͇̤̺͉͐̅̅̓̎̀͋̂h̷͉̼͈̄͝e̸̮͖̯̘͑m̸̛͙̣̖̖̺̥̎̽̾̕ ̵̢̯͖̺̣͍͑͗̾́̈́̆͋͜d̶̳̳̥̣̲̼̯̓̚͜i̴̭̠̤͔̪͗͋͗̅̓́̄ȅ̵̳̼̳̳͂͌̑̈́̕͝.̶̛̲̖̙̽"̷̧͎͙̺̈

No one asked for your opinion, you pessimist.

Nevertheless, Ivette acquiesced. She ignored the thoughts roaring in her head and replied to the boy's question.

"Loki," Ivette stated. She jerked her head to the side, fingers twirling and fondling the energy around her, converting them into green wisps and doing everything she could to rescue the poor, innocent civilians caught up in the chaos. "Now go!"

They didn't need to be told twice.

"Say, aren't you the girl from UA?" wondered some random stranger, and Ivette was going to literally punch these people in the faces. Didn't they realise they were in a middle of a crisis? Rome wasn't built in one day, but it fucking burned in one—and the same was happening in Hosu city.

"Yes, I am." Ivette kept up her polite persona, clenching her teeth.

"You were so great at the festival!" he awed, sparks erupting in his eyes as they regarded her with admiration and awe.

Ivette wondered if he was blind.

He spluttered out compliments, and Ivette whipped her head to the side, her quirk forewarning her of the incoming danger.

"Get down!" she yelled, lunging forward and tackling him to the ground—just in time for a raging Nomu to come barreling through, raising its gigantic arms and roaring loudly.

"Oh, wow," breathed the boy, his glasses falling off the top of his nose, eyes trained onto the breasts pushed against his face.

A hand latched onto Ivette's elbow, hauling her off the stranger and into her soulmate's familiar embrace. Arms wrapped around her waist and a scalding glare was sent to the boy, who gulped at the sight. Jealousy wormed its way into Todoroki's body, reflected through the bond he shared with three others. The only faces he wanted to be pressed up against Ivette's boobs were his, Kirishima's and Bakugo's.

Nobody else's.

"Not the time!" Ivette shouted over the high-pitched screams, wiggling out of Todoroki's arms. "Hurry up and get the civilians to safety. I'll deal with this."

Concern flashed through Shoto's eyes. "Are you sure?" he queried.

Ivette's eyes sharpened. They darted over to him, piercing through his very being.

"Are you doubting me?"

Shoto immediately shook his head.

"Then do as I say. I'll take care of the Nomu. You deal with the rest." Ivette didn't wait for his reply, facing her palms to the ground and shooting herself into the smokey, ash-filled air. Enveloping her fist in luminescent vapour, Ivette sent a solid punch to the beast's face, watching as he flew back into a store, crushing the door and windows under his weight and force.

"Why don't you come down here and fight me?" Ivette spat, eyelids lowering, fingers flexing. The thing is, she wasn't staring at the Nomu. No. Her eyes were trained onto the young, chapped adult standing on a water tower with his personal butler beside him.

Shigaraki froze. The amusement and glee spurring in the deepest parts of his stomach disappeared at the menacing gaze directed his way from miles and miles away.

"How can she see us?!" he seethed, fingers clenching around the edge of the tower, his pinkies lifted into the air lest he disintegrates the very thing keeping them above and giving them an exceptional view of the unravelling chaos.

"I'm not sure," replied Kurogiri. "But let us move somewhere else. We don't want anyone else to spot us."

Shigaraki shook his head petulantly. "No. I want to watch as my Nomus destroy both this city and her."

Hah, too bad.

Ivette was ready to rip these bitches apart.

Concentrating on the air around her, Ivette used the energy flowing through her veins to grab ahold of the particles floating around, her eyes glowing a glorious emerald. Controlling the full movement of matter and energy, she compressed her hands, green wisps swirling around her fingers. The Nomu screeched out in pain, its internal organs crumbling at the pure force ripping them apart. Shigaraki watched in horror as the girl, who he now saw as his number one enemy, destroyed his master's greatest creation with one fell swoop.

But it wasn't going to go down without a fight. The Nomu charged after her, claws extender and a feral scream bubbling out of its chest. Ivette didn't have time to dodge, and she let out a silent cry as it scratched her chest, tearing into her uniform and skin.

Ivette glowered.

"You fucking asshole! This was my only clean shirt left!" She lunged at the beast, heart thundering in her chest, the sound of blood pumping furiously around her body ringing in her ears. She battled against the monster, a flurry of blurred green surrounding the Nomu as its cries echoed around the tarnished area. She packed her punches and kicks with psionic energy, flinging the Nomu back into the building. Raising her hands, stark wisps shot out, zooming straight at the beast and piercing his body. The Nomu screeched, pain rippling through his inhuman body.

Ivette focused her telekinesis on spreading across every molecule in the Nomu's body. She jerked her hand back, and its heart and brain followed, flopping onto the ground, beating one last time before dying out. And like a stone idol, like a mountain avalanche, the Nomu fell; Ivette's victory silenced the turbulence.

The people around her sang her praises, witnesses to the glorifying spectacle happening moments before. Ivette rolled her eyes at their naivety. From what she could tell, two more monsters were running around free. There was no time for praises and compliments.

A ding on her phone tore her attention away from the crumbling city. She grabbed her phone from her pocket, brows furrowing when she saw a location sent to her from her twin brother.

"Why is he sending me this?" she mumbled under her breath. She clicked on it, eyes enlarging when she saw exactly where he was.

"He's in Hosu?"

The words settled in her brain a second later.

"He's in Hosu?! Fucking idiot!"

Ivette bolted past the confused civilians, all of them trying to grasp her attention to either take pictures or ask her for more information on her quirk. Ivette ignored them all. She continuously glanced down at her phone, following the directions.

Pain blossomed in her chest, and she winced. Ivette disregarded it all, her mind too busy with worries concerning Izuku. Flying across the city was more tiring than Ivette thought it would be. She knew now why Bakugo always felt so drained after blasting his way across the sky. This was taking too much energy out of her.

Luckily, an array of ice and flames caught her attention, and Ivette put her phone away, speeding her way to the alleyway. She dove straight down, landing with a blast of faint green to soften her blow.

"Ivette!" her classmates yelled.

"Hands off," she growled, morphing a ball of energy into her palm and aiming it at the odd-looking male. He wasn't quick enough to react, and the energy blasted him back into a concrete wall.

"Are you alright?" Ivette asked them, arms stretched out in front of her, ready to fire another blast should the villain rise again. She glanced at the others, spotting them all on the floor, immobile.

Her vision went red.

"Why the fuck are you all lazing around?!"

Ivette was going to kill them. Literally going to kill each one of them—not her beloved soulmate, though. Never him.

Izuku, on the other hand...

"And why are you here in the first place?!" she barked, glaring daggers into his soul. Her twin was so grateful to see her, his heartbeat calming down, fear settling down. Her protective green aura shielded them all, as well as her fiery attitude.

"Ivette," he breathed out, tears glistening in his eyes.

Ivette cracked under the relieved tone. She huffed, turning her head and narrowing her eyes on the man struggling to stand up. "Whatever; we'll talk later. Tell me everything you know about him."

"His quirk has something to do with blood," Izuku explained hastily. "He can paralyse anybody just by digesting a drop."

"How long does it last?"

"It depends on the type. I managed to get up before everyone else the first time."

Ivette hummed, "So type O has an advantage?"

"It seems so."

While the two conversed, Stain scowled. He recognised both of them from the pictures Shigaraki showed him. The greyish-blue-haired manchild placed great emphasis on his desire to eliminate her, and as she stood before him, the young Ivette Midoriya, Stain recognised what exactly had him scared.

The girl's eyes flashed to his.

They were ringed with silver— magnificent. Even as the shadows enveloped them tenderly, the girl was still alluring, as if the night only brought out her almost heroic features. To protect, to correct...Stain recognised where her morals laid. Through the emerald orbs boring into him blazed a fierce determination, the flowing complexity enrapturing him.

Yet, despite the flecks of heroism and righteousness, there laid a danger slowly brewing. Like a viper laying low, slithering undetected through gardens of sacred trees, noble vessels, and valiant beings. Watching. Waiting, for the opportune moment to bear its fangs and strike.

Ivette cracked her neck, fixing her stance.

She rose her balled fists to her face.

"Let's get this party on, Hero Killer."

Flashes of green and red met through the dimly-lit alleyway, clashing together, forming a sort of inspired dance. Todoroki, Midoriya and Iida couldn't help but see the similarity between the two impeccable forces, the way they collided with precise technique. Well, it was more of a gamble on Ivette's side. She switched back and forth between her quirks, using her telepathy to read his next move whilst using her telekinesis to fight back. It had a heavy toll on her body, exhaustion seeping into her veins and curling in her muscles.

That was why she missed the dagger slicing her skin and the coarse tongue swiping across. Had it not been for the mighty force hauling her down to the ground, Ivette would have gagged profusely.

His breath stinks, she hissed.

She collapsed onto the floor, grunting under the unwanted strain placed upon her muscles.

Stain stood above her with a wicked smirk, holding his blade to his mouth.

"You should be more careful," he spoke. "But, I acknowledge that you are far superior to your friends. Your strength and tenacity are to be admired."

His beady red eyes penetrated her collapsed body, spotting the various cuts he managed to make along her skin. Claw marks engraved her chest, and Stain felt a sort of reverence ignite within him. To fight while injured, for people who deserved none of her kindness...Stain respected her.

"Shigaraki was right about you." Ivette's head snapped up at the mention of the villain, enlargening in shock. "You are a being to be scared of."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

He ignored her, walking over to the fallen hero.

"Now to finish my mission."

Raising his arms, fingers gripping the handlebar of his sword, he angled the weapon, ready to pierce the individual's stomach and end his unworthy life right then and there. 

In spite of his extremist views and beliefs, Stain held genuine ideals about heroism which he stood by firmly. He never dared hesitate to save people he deemed worthy of being called heroes, never dared to kill without reason; he was even willing to give advice to his enemies. Deep down, Stain acknowledged that what he was doing was morally wrong, but his fundamental belief simmered in his veins: in order for society to be put on the right path, someone like him must rise to the surface.

So can you imagine his astonishment when a misty green barrier prevented him from accomplishing his goal in life?

Gasps ricocheted off the alleyway, heads turning to the quivering green-haired student. Her eyes glowed sadistically, lips curved into a malicious smile.

"You're so fucking stupid; you know that?"

Sharp, like his knife slicing through the skins of evil. That was what her voice sounded like— frozen over with deprecated mocking. She shakily stood to her feet, clutching the wound on her hip, no doubt from her fall. The rubble she fell on top of laid under her, dripping in delectable blood.

"Wha— How are you able to move?!" faltered Stain, eyes wide with confusion and bewilderment. He took a step back when Ivette's eyes locked with his; the emotions inside of them were enough for him to want to crawl to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

"My thing is neuro-electric interfacing, but I'm sure your uneducated mind won't understand, so allow me to simplify it." Her face contoured into a fake, pungent smile. "I can redirect the energy in my body."

And whilst she may have presented herself as some sort of all-powerful being, capable of withstanding the might of the Hero Killer himself, Ivette was dying inside. She wanted to fucking cry. The pain was ever-so-present. With every subtle movement, it blossomed and drained her dry. She just wanted to sleep.

Was that asking for too much?

I mean, for kami-sama's sake, I'm a child! she screamed in her head, maintaining her calm facade, bluffing with massive balls hanging between her legs confidently. I should not be facing off against some psychopath!

"̶̤͈̰̓̎̉̈́̉̅͛͂́ͅA̶̛̩̯͐̉͊̔͆̅̆̑͌͒̚͝ ̸̢̨͉̙̲̩͔̝̜̾͐̉͆̉͝p̸̰̰͎̮̪̺̓̽̓͒̐̌̿̈̓s̷͚̞̲̱̈́ͅÿ̷̢̦̥̥͇͉̳͉̻̯͖̤̬́͌̏͜c̵̠̲̘̫̈́́̄́ͅh̴̲̿̊ô̸̫̲̠̟͗̆̚p̷̨̹̀͂̆̾́̔̓̋̈͠ä̷͉̩̺͔͎̲͙͇̦̦́͂̆͂́̈́͛́̃̅̊̽̈́͜t̸̖͔̞̥̹̩͍̘̟̻̜͔̲̊̅́̄̈́̍̇̏̀ͅh̴̗͎̾̋͘ ̷̨̧̼̣̞̻͒ţ̷̡͚͓̋̿͗̃̔̒̅͠h̸̢͔̯͕̘̭̰̼͊ả̶̝͐̀̚t̸̢̡͍̺̘̗̩͙͖̫̲͈̦̩̓̓̈̿̍̒͝͠ ̸͕̲̰͈̠͎̩͖̣̭͋ȳ̵̨̖̗̼̝̻͗̀̇̈͆͝ơ̸͖̳̠̥̳̺̰̼̟͓͙̲̠̐͛͊̆͑͂͑̀̄̓̾̚̚u̷̧̧̥̬̦̜̥̯̒̽̑̀̉̀̆͜ ̷̢͙̾̂͊̃̑̅̓͊̒̀̈́̈́̌͠a̶̛̼̪̻̪̐͌́̓̿͊͋̀̚̕͝g̶̢͕̤͈̭̟͖̖̝̑̑͛́̍͗̂͂ͅr̸̥͓͚̺̣͒̕ͅe̴̲̮̝̗͔͆̏e̴̖̳͚̯͔͆͒̂͛̏͗̌̀̀ͅ ̵͓̪̹̞͈͒̒͒ͅw̵͓͚̺̯̦̼̮̝͂̊̒͌͛̃͌̂̋͊̓͝͠͠i̶̧̹͉͔̥͉̮͓̬͓͗̿̾̿͌̈̀̔̀͊͒t̶͇̰͙͕͙̤̣̝̹̮̘̒ͅḧ̸͙̺̥͓͎̥͈̺̜́͊͜.̶̢̧͚̻͇̫̘͖͕͖͉͈̬̂͂̕͠"̶̨̹̟̱̏̂̍̆͒͆̌́͆̊̍͝

For everything sacred and holy, shut the fuck up and let me do my job.

"̶̞͎͇̂͛͗̃̈̿̾̊͒̇̇͋̃̚I̸̙̗̹̰͔͑̓̀̉̋́̐̈́̓t̷͖̜͍͗̈́͒̉͜ ̴̡͙͌̃͊̀͒͌̐͝i̷̢̻̮̟͇̩̜̜̦̗̣̳̬̇̊̋s̸̛͕̱̹͆́̐̓̎̓̔̅̍̋͜ ̵̺̙͈͇̬̭͆͊̿̑͌́͝͝ņ̵̠͖̪͉̱̞̠̇̾̋ͅȏ̶̢͕̗̪̭̤̖̬̻̯̥̒̓̈̇̕͜t̷̡͙̪̥̰͙̥͈͚͚̹̐͂͑̉̈́͒̑̋̇̕͝͝ͅ ̷̲͔̯̻͓͆̊̀̊̉̂̓̒ỵ̸̰̳̅̋̇̑͊̄̒̓͐̕̚͝ơ̴͇̭͚̫̙̝̰̎͂͝͝ṷ̷͋͒̇̑͒͗̆̃̂̕ŗ̷̡̨̧͉̳̜̟̑̌́ ̸͔̯̘̖̳͙̣̱͊̄̿̈͘͝j̶̢̛̩̠͎̈̅͑͆̏ọ̴͛͐̔͜b̸̛͓̩̃͠ ̵̨̲̞̮̞̰̤̑̇̐̋̀̈́́̔̆̄̅̚̕͜͜t̴̠̱͍́̊͛̅̿̾ơ̴̻̮̰̪͓͚̤͒̒͑̍̄̈̄̐̈̔̿̀͐ͅ ̴̣̻͎̱̼̥̈̉̅͘s̶̢̳̭̣̠͈͚͈͍̦̹͇͋́́̒̿͋̿̓͌͝a̸̡̟̜̻͎̣̳̣͋͋̍̄͒̅͊̀͛͋͝͝ͅv̶̡̢̮͖̩͚͔̠̬̝̙̤͛̑̒̑̿̿̽̽̅̔͂̊̆ͅȩ̵̛͍̩͇͔̖̺̬͙̲͇̱͓̠͌̈́̔̅̉̓͝͝ ̷͖̪̳̐p̷̢̧̣͇͈̺͓̠̝̫̪̪̿͆̿̈́͋̽̀̾̓̎̈́̀̾͠ȩ̴̻̠̹͖͇̭͇̦̄͒̄̈́̀͗́̎͊̾͘̚o̷̪̱͉̘͑̈̀̈́̇́́̋̀̚͝͝p̷̺̓̑̅̂͆̈́͆́̑̌͝͝l̷̢̫̥̱̟̙̝̫̦͚̦̈́̒͑̍̉͂e̵͎̙̬͙̜̞͚̠̹͉̩̹͚͐͐̎́̄̉̍͗͆̚.̸͔̙̙̭̝̩͖̂̓̀̊͗̽̂̄͐ ̸̧͓͍̊͆͊͌͐̇̾̾Y̷̥͈̲̤͓̎̉o̵̧͇͕͈͈̞̳̖͇̘̲̽̽ͅǘ̴̞͚̮̭̦̭̝̞͍̝͕̫̄̋́̎̿͝ ̵̝͕͉̺̻̣̹̗̻͐́͐̈́̾̀̑͜͜͝͝ͅâ̷̧͕͈̘͓̩̳̜͙͖͛͐͆̋͆͂̈́̂̚͜r̶͙͕̱̳͑̌͆͊͆̈́̿̆͊̈́ḝ̶͖͉̲͙̮͎̟̱̇̒̏̇̊̑͐̇̒̕͠͝ ̴̤̞̪̪̱̝̰̮͚͗̂̕ͅa̷̰̠͎͎̅̃ ̴̥͚̥͉͓̯̹̗̣͛c̶̡̛͈͇̰͚͈͕͍̖̪̑̐̊͗̊̓̓͛̽̕͜ḩ̸̖̥̥̦͉̟̹͖͍̝̈͛͜i̸̧̢͉̟̼͓͖̝̙̺̮̰̦̱̾̀͛̔̏̇̇l̶̨̛̪̝͕̣̗̟̗̯̈́̅̒̀́͛̑̌͝͝d̶̦̗̰͂̂̐̅͒̓̚,̸̢̛̦̝͕͍̭̱̝̌ ̷̨̝̠͌͊̂͠m̸̮̰̱̀̀̄͆̆ỳ̷̯̫̣͚͎͙̪̦̬̇̈̅̈̅͗͝ ̶̨̢̩͈͍̳̭̞͔̦̝̪̬̆͜ḋ̴̨̛̗̮͕̘̞̼̣͎̦̺͇͊̈́͒͊̀̓͌́͗̍͠ȇ̶̲̮͕̞͕͔̰͝ả̴̭̮̞̟͙̲̩̭̤̯̹̀̍̄̀͐̈́̾ͅͅr̴̫̺̰̥͗̓͊͂́͋̓̔͗̽̀̕.̶͖̀ ̴̡͇͔̙͉̰͚̌̓͌̉̀̽͊͘̕͝ͅN̷̨̢̯̹̲̺̆͆̈̄̉͛̂̓͜͜o̴̡̡̳̹͖͇̹̤͈̣̪̎͛̋̓̔̌͊̑̓̅̎͘̕͝t̸̩̲̳͌̄̂̓̐̽͜ ̵̧̬̮͎̳̙̦͓̲͓̖̣̦̌͐̋́̽̔̇͂̈̒͒̚a̴̡͎̱̱̞̰̹͔̯̖̥͇̅͜͜ ̶͚͚͔̮̈̍͑͂̈́̅͌̿̐̕̕ḧ̷̨̨̛̼͙̠̥͖͎͕͇̘́̾͗̀̔̋̈́̏̽͆͜͝e̶̡̩̰̦̣̺̤̎̊̚r̸̛͍͙̝͖̮̦̪͚̝̙̈́̈́͑͠ö̸͎̝̝̀̊̉͐̈́̈́͌͛͗̾̐̈́͘.̷̺̥̞̼͙͔̲̥̰̞̲̯͐"̸̡̨̦̬͕̖͓̪̱̰̰̥̺̎̉̀̽͗́̂̆̐͝

I literally said that! Besides, what use are you when you're babbling on like some omniscient narrator?! If you're going to speak, say something helpful. Like a plan or some shit.

"̴̛͍̻̓͆̚̕͜Ỉ̷͔͍͙̳͖̱̦͕̦̾̄̆ ̴̛̱̦̲̙̀͌̀̇̓̐̋̉̅̈́͆͘͠a̷͖͓̥̦͓̙̹͈̎̇̊̎̐͆͗̃̐̾̈́͘͠ͅm̴͚̗̱͓̎̔́͐̚ ̸̛̫̘̘̘̂̅͗f̵̺̋ù̷͇̱̱͇̤̹̗̞̣͓͔̘̜̒̄̎̑̉ͅļ̷̢̞̲̻̗̼̭̲̃̌̈́̂̾̋̇̉̔̈͛̅͌́l̷̳̞̩͎̠̮͈̓̀͂̽̌̇̅̾ͅ ̷͓́͛̔o̸̖̟̣̯͆̃̉̀̓̌̐̿̋́̿f̶͕̉̊̏͛͊͆̽͘̕ ̷̧̥̦̩̮̤̠̑̔̄̓́̉͂̑́̒͌̋͘͝ķ̵͇͎̟̻̖̰͎̮̱͎͉̺̽̀̀̾̎̈̀̒̂͌̑̉̕͜͝ņ̵͈͎̌̎̎͐̑o̷̗͉̜̦̘͍̞̍ẅ̶̼̼̻̼̬͖̪̜͙̘́̂̆̽͛͊́̑͑͐̕ͅl̵̥̾̍̈̊͝e̵̡̡̧̖̠͉̜͇̖̋̽̾͛͋͐͋̇͛̕͝͝ḑ̵̧̙͕̱̤͉͍̗͓͔̫̂̅̓̎̽͠ģ̵͇̲͔͚̰̰͑̄̈́͌̂̈͆̌̊͂ͅë̷̤̖̜̼́̆̓͆̾̍͋̂̂̇̋̕͝.̶̢̯͎͎̂̽"̷̨̩̦̖̳̻̖̦̮͈̻̖̓͆̀͐̉̑̇͒̀̐͑̔͘͝ͅ

Then, any ideas, oh, great one?

No answer.

Ivette scoffed mentally. She should have expected that.

Nevertheless, she shook her head and conjured up as much energy as she needed. "Do you know what the supreme art of war is?" she inquired, using it to buy time, her jackrabbit heartbeat in shambles as she continued to pull more ludicrous ideas out of her ass.

Stain narrowed his eyes. These kids were getting on his last nerve.

"Enough," he demanded. "This is not your fight. You're already injured. Any more, and your body won't be able to keep up."

"Not the answer, but okay," she mumbled, shrugging her shoulders. "Pop off, I guess."

"You—"

"I'll say it anyway. It's to subdue the enemy without fighting."

And with that, his weapons came flying in her direction, enveloped in her emerald wisps. They stopped right before her face, dropping to the ground with just a release of her fingers. Stain's jaw fell in shock, hands darting around his body to feel for a knife. He was powerless without them.

"You should stop relying so much on inanimate objects," she advised. "They just slow you down."

Ivette rushed towards him, eyes flashing a brilliant green as she used her mist to yank his leg forward, sending a psionic-energy packed punch to his face. His head flew to the side, his hand reaching forward and fingers digging into the wound in her hip. Ivette bit her lip, teeth digging into the tissue and drawing blood.

Son of a bitch!

"That's playing dirty, you asshole!" she screeched, her body levitating as her quirk worked with a mind of its own, ready to protect its holder. The green wisps surrounded the villain in a bright flash, cutting off the blood supply to his limbs. He fell slack immediately, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Ivette exhaled deeply, taking a step back.

She vaguely heard her soulmate and brother stumble towards her, warmth enveloping her as her body was brought into a hug, a hand pressing against her arm.

Ivette glanced up, spotting the worried heterochromatic eyes of her soulmate. He could feel her pain, the burning under her skin. She leant against him, relishing in the support.

"All this, just for a drop of blood," Ivette sighed solemnly, watching as the Pro Hero, Native, carried her brother on his back. Iida got to work and quickly tied up the collapsed Stain, though Ivette could feel his conscious working.

So he hasn't fully passed out, she hummed, allowing Todoroki to direct her out of the alleyway, pressing a hand over her injury to stop the blood flow.

"Ivette."

His soothing voice was muffled by the thunderous pumping of blood around her body, her heart working double time to provide oxygen to her screaming muscles.

She couldn't hear her classmates talking with the pro hero, all of them discussing the magnificent, almost divine spectacle they witnessed. Native praised her wonderfully, in absolute awe with the girl. She managed to take down the Hero Killer, the one person all four of them struggled against greatly.

Endeavour's sidekicks and the other heroes he sent ran up to the group. Ivette vaguely made out some yellow midget who almost kicked her poor brother in the face. Her mind couldn't register anything, the blood loss finally affecting her vision. Everything was fading; she felt light-headed.

Her body was picked up, another pair of claws digging around her torso. Ivette groaned lowly, unquestionably done with everything.

She rolled her eyes. Why me?

A zapping feeling shot through her, and Ivette's eyes widened.

Help me!

She turned in the Nomu's grip. Subasa?

Her surprise didn't last long, a rough hand gripping the back of her shirt, grabbing her into toned, bandaged arms. Stain jumped back down to the ground, holding Ivette in bridal style, cradling the back of her head.

He went off on a tangent, his convictions granting him an incredibly murderous aura and bloodlust that paralysed the several heroes present, even Endeavour, who forced himself back when he saw his son's soulmate in Stain's arms, was frozen in terror.

On the other hand, Ivette felt his words resonate with her.

He's...correct.

"The only heroes I acknowledge are All Might! And this young girl!"

Eyes widened, mouths parted in shock. A telephone camera zeroed in on the scene, a morally grey and curious civilian filming the whole ordeal, ready to post it across several media platforms, ready to send it across the entire country until it landed in the grasp of two particular people: a young adult with burnt skin and a blonde teenager with a knife kink and a blood fetish.

Ivette cracked an eye open. Waves of fear washed over her, none of which belonged to her. She glanced over at her soulmate, seeing the petrified expression on his face. Ivette sighed. She didn't want to. Really, she didn't. But her soulmate was scared. And she wasn't about to let that escalate.

So, with a flick of her wrist, Stain's consciousness vanished. His mind shut down, accepting the gift of sleep. His knife dropped to the ground; Ivette would have, too, if not for the green barrier she placed around herself, keeping her from smashing her already wounded body onto the stone pathway.

"He's unconscious," Ivette informed, looking over at the group on the ground with an unimpressed face. "Hurry up and tie him up."

Like a slap across all their faces, the heroes at the scene scrambled up, taking the opportunity to seize the criminal.

Ivette looked down at her blood-stained chest.

"And someone take me to the hospital. I refuse to die here, of all place."