It had been quiet for the past three months now. It was, and all the heroes were thinking that the killer stopped and moved somewhere else to start killing again. But that wasn't the case. Your parents were still there saving up to move to kill somewhere else. But first, your father wanted some hearts to take on the road. First, your father kidnapped Izuku by asking him to help him with something. He gave him some water that was drugged, and since Izuku was so kind, of course, he drank it right there and then. Kirishima was next because your mother was carrying groceries home, and since Kirishima felt terrible and was still trying to solve what happened to you. He followed your mother home, and as soon as his back was turned, she drugged him. Shoto was more challenging to get, but after staging a robbery and shoto, knocking your father down. Your mother hugged him and drugged him, too.

They were all currently in your basement but in the secret part of your basement that your father and mother built so they could conduct their awful science projects. Izuku, Kirishima, and Shoto were strapped to tables with IV drips going to keep them unconscious until they wanted to torture them. Your mother especially loved younger boys, but it wasn't the correct type of love. It was their wedding anniversary, and they were celebrating it with wine and good food. Your mother's wedding present was the three boys hidden away in your basement and have been for a while. Izuku had gone missing almost a week ago, Kirishima went missing three days ago, and Shoto went missing today.

The rain was pouring down, and the wind was howling. It was Halloween night, but people were still having a great time. However, in the graveyard, you woke up. You managed to break out of your coffin, and you felt the rain on your face even though you weren't you anymore. You were a decomposed skeleton that was reanimating. You looked around and started walking out of the graveyard.

You didn't have feelings. But you were driven by something to kill your parents after what they did to you. You wanted them dead, and you wanted revenge for all those people they murdered. Their screams filled your head, and their pleas for help went on deaf ears for a long time, but not any longer. Today was the day the nightmare would end.

"So when will you take the three boys, my love?" Your father asked.

"I was waiting until our anniversary date. I remember when I saw you killing a young girl on our wedding night. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen with my two eyes," your mother said as she smiled at the thought.

"I thought I was going to have to kill you until you picked up a knife and slit her throat for me," he said. "Let's start our little experiment."

They put their plates in the sink and went to the basement. Your father got out his notebook and got an ink pen that had blood instead of ink inside.

"Okay, so..." your father paused as the blood turned to a thin black smoke slowly.

"What in the hell?" He asked as he tried writing in the book, but the blood was no longer inside.

"Did you get someone with a quirk that makes things disappear?" Your mother asked.

"I don't think so. Let me get a pen," your father said, confused as he returned upstairs.

"I can't wait to have fun with you three. My husband loves to watch what I do to innocent little boys," she said as he noticed the pages of the journal that had their names written on it start glowing before the blood disappeared, leaving only a black burn mark behind on the pages.

You were wearing the dress your father put in your casket that had blood stains on it since you were just flash, blood, and bone ball. You walked home and picked up the spare key they hid under a fake rock. You unlocked the door and opened it, letting the rain and the wind come in after you. Lightning started lighting up the sky, and the thunder rolled. You looked in the corner to see Kirishima's umbrella on the stand. You walked in, and your father looked at you, horrified.

"I killed you!" He said as you tilted your head.

"Yes... I remember that. I'm here to kill you. That is my purpose and my only purpose," you say as he gets out his gun and shoots you seven times, making your mother come up shocked seeing your dead body on the ground.

"Oh my gosh! Arnold, your experiments... they are working! Wait, why... why her? We have been eating the hearts," she said as your father approached your body.

Your mother was only wearing a robe now due to her getting ready to do unspeakable things to the boys in the basement. You woke up again, making them scream in terror.

Your father tried shooting you, but with no bullets left in the gun, he couldn't shoot you again.

"Was that supposed to hurt me? I didn't feel a thing," you said as you got up and your father stabbed you then slit your throat, but to his horror, your body was healing itself.

You took the knife from him and punched him in the face hard, knocking him to the ground.

"You monster!" Your mother yelled as she grabbed a different gum and shot you several times, making you drop, but within five seconds, you got up again.

You went to your mother and broke her wrist, then her arm, before dragging her by her neck and throwing her down the stairs. You grabbed your father and dragged him down the stairs. You saw your father's laptop he had on a desk along with several hard drives with hours of torcher and whatever else your parent could think of to do to the poor people they took.

"You can't even die right your stupid bitch!" Your mother screamed as your father grabbed an ax off the wall and put it in your skull.

Blood ran down your face, but you turned around and pulled out the ax.

"I am your Reaper. You will no longer get away with killing innocent people. I will not stand for it," you said as you dropped the ax on the ground and grabbed a knife off the wall.

"Y/n, we did nothing to you! How could you treat us like this?!" Your mother cried.

"You were our best work of art; come on, Y/n, stop this, and we will let you kill whoever you want," your father smiled as you went over to him slowly.

You quickly stabbed your father in the stomach, and your mother went to his side quickly, crying while you gutted him. You slit your mother's throat and watched them bleed out slowly. Once the light was gone from their eyes, you went into the room and saw the three boys lying on the tables strapped down with their IVs still in.

You grabbed your knife and stood over Kirishima and were about to kill him when you remembered the umbrella.

"Innocent," you said as you remembered the bodies of kids your age, younger and older, you saw while being down here and having to cut them up.

You took out the IVs and put a bandaid on the marks. You got out of the wagon that your parents used to move some of the heavier kids and moved it closer to them. You carefully put them in it and covered them with a blue tarp. You went to the book they wrote names in and read the last three pages to see where the kids belonged.

You went to the computer next and started uploading all the videos they recorded, even of them viciously beating you and worse on the computer, and mailed it to the police. You even sent the video of you killing them to them. You sent the videos also to the hero agencies and the news outlets. You grabbed the book and all the flash drives everything was uploaded to and marked by your parents and put it all in a trash bag. You put it under the tarp and grabbed the wagon to take them out the secret way, but when you saw your parents, you paused. You went to grab the umbrella Kirishima had given you, then looked down at your dead parents.

You picked up the ax and started brutally dismembering them. You chopped them up just like they did you, but worse. You were covered in blood, but it didn't bother you. You stopped after you couldn't tell where one started and one ended. You heard nothing. It was silent. The silence didn't make you feel better, but you hoped this was good enough for the people you couldn't save.

You took them out the secret way out and went into the pouring rain. The wind howled, and lightning lit the sky as if lighting the way for you. You picked the lock to the door room area after reading the directions to get there. You walked barefoot into the building. You shut the door as water dripped from your hair and clothes. You held out your hand and could feel a tug.

You followed the tug as your blood was leaving a trail down the hall, and the bullets started to fall out of your body. You opened the room door you felt the strongest connection to and saw a bunch of All Might action figures and posters everywhere. You removed the tarp and put them all in the same bed so you could watch over them and nothing else could happen to them. Your blood was all over them and on the bed. It was down the hall, and so were the bullets your parents used to kill you. Left the door open, and you sat there waiting for them to wake up.

You sat there all night, not feeling tired or anything. All you could feel was this void, but that was probably because of the quirk you got after being murdered. The storm started passing, and the sun began to fill the room after you sat there for what seemed like hours.

Ochaco woke up early to hear the birds singing, but for her, it was another day of waiting. The school was scared because now the killer was targeting their students. They weren't letting them leave the school without a teacher present. No one was safe, and everyone wanted answers. But there weren't any answers; there were more questions. Kirishima was looking for his umbrella because if he found that, he knew he could see who killed you. Did he find your killer and get killed for it?

She got up heartbroken because Izuku was also gone. Everyone was angry and looking everywhere for abandoned bags of body parts instead of looking for them. She turned on the TV reluctantly, hoping they found anything at this point.

"Breaking news! This has to be the worst case the world has ever seen! We have gotten information from an unknown source that has finally ended the madness. Mr. And Miss Hudson has been getting away with murder for the last twenty years. Three hundred and one people have died at their hands, including their daughter, who tried to stop the killings.... we have a video of an unidentifiable woman going into their house and killing them. The police didn't find the three boys there, but we believe the girl with this regenerating quirk may have taken them. We believe that the girl is keeping them safe somewhere. We have proof they were there at one time. If you have any information about the three young heroes that have gone missing, please call the number below. It over... there will be no more killings. The city can now finally rest; these are the three hundred and one people they killed," the reporter said as the people started showing up on the screen.

Ochaco was shocked knowing the real reason you died now. You were trying to stop them. You didn't want to go to college; you wanted freedom. Wait, the police didn't find them? Ochaco paused as she decided to wake up some of the girls and grabbed Eraserhead. Eraserhead was mad, but when he heard the news she brought, he went with her to the dorm room and looked at the floor to see a faint blood trail leading to the boy's side. He followed the footprints and the massive blood trail that started forming. Bullets were on the floor, and Izuku's door was wide open.

He prepared himself for the worst and went in to see you sitting on the bed covered in blood. Where you sat was drenched in your blood, but the kids were OK. You tucked them in and checked their pulses throughout the night. It was shocking to see you because you were still regenerating, so your boy was missing things in places. Skin, flesh, and your wounds were visible and still bleeding because they were trying to close up, but what was shocking was one of your eyes was just a tiny ball of flames that was slowly turning into a real eye.

"Don't worry, they are alive, I checked. You should call the police. I murdered my parents. Do you think I will go to jail? I had never been to one, but I had to stop them. I tried to, but I died. They killed me, that's right. I miss the darkness... do you think I'll die now? I don't want to be alive anymore. I'm supposed to be dead, right?" You asked as he looked at you with terror in his eyes.

Ochaco screamed, seeing you sitting there on the bed covered in blood. Everyone woke up to see what was happening, but Eraserhead kept them out, not knowing what to do. He told them to call all the teachers and the police because they returned. The smell of death was light, but Eraserhead could still smell it.

"Can I die now?" You asked as he just looked at you, shocked.

You had dirt and leaves matted in your hair. Some of your bones were showing, but you were healing slowly, but it was picking up speed.

"Y/n, was it?" He asked.

"It's not my only name; my parents called me many names. You can call me whatever you like," you explained.

"You... you said you didn't have a quirk, right?" He asked.

"What's that? I am dead, but I'm here still. It hurt, you know. Being ground up and chopped up. I want to go back to the dark place," you explained as you felt the bed move.

Kirishima woke up and realized he wasn't in your parent's basement. He held his head in pain as he saw Shoto waking up and Izuku beside him.

"Izuku! Hey, are you alright?" Kirishima asked as he looked over at him.

"Kirishima?! I thought I was going to die! I know who killed that girl!" He said as Kirishima looked at the foot of the bed and saw you sitting there.

Your blood started turning into black smoke and leaving a faint burn mark on the blanket. He could hear sirens going off in the background and sat up to realize this wasn't a dream.

"Y/n?" Kirishima asked shakily.

You turned around to make him see some of your injuries and face.

"Good morning. Don't worry they will never hurt anyone again. I made sure of it. I was the last and will be the last," you said as you opened the book to the last three pages of the journal your father had written in and gave it to him.

He looked at the pages and realized what your parents had in store for them, making him tear up in fear, disgust, and anger. Then he looked at you.

"You died," Kirishima said as Shoto sat up, and so did Izuku, making them freeze in terror.

"I know, but I had unfinished business. Do you think I'll die now?" You asked.

"Oh my god," Izuku said as he started tearing up, realizing it was you.

"I'm so sorry; I should have taken you home. If I did, then your parents wouldn't have killed you; I could have stopped it," he cried.

"I don't remember you," you said as you handed him back his umbrella.

"I gave you this. I saw you walking alone, and it was raining," he said as you looked at him with no expression.

"My parents killed me; that's all I remember," you said as he started crying. 

"Can I die now?" You asked as your body was healing all the way now, and black smoke started feeling the room as your blood started burning away.