Ch 6
Sojo P.O.V
Waking me up was my body throwing up what I would assume was water, after coughing some more and catching some air in my lungs my ears started to get unclogged.
They sound of loud crash and explosion going off time from time. But worry from my heart was coming from the sounds of screaming, pledging, begging, to be let go, to put the fire out, I'm sorry.
Slowly crawling out on the broken shards of glass not caring for the tiny cuts on my hand. I was greeted with exactly what it sounded like but worse.
Kids in the same wet garment as me fighting to get away, being tied and attempt to being gathered in on spot, or dead on the ground.
The walls them selfs being shattered like class for as two figures fight. The fight it self you couldn't trace with your eyes but had to go off the effects surrounding them. Lost in the fight I heard a voice yell that broke me out my thoughts.
"GET DOWN YOU STUPID BRAT" a man in a suite came with part of the left sleeve seemed to be burnt off with burns on his hands to. In his right hand a baton.
After getting in range the villain swung a wide horizontal swing going for the head. I was quick to move ducking and make him miss. But a kick soon meet my chest knocking the air out of me and sending me into more tiny shards of broken glass. Trying to catch my breath I hear the mans foot steps draw closer and closer. The kids on the grown dead from earlier flashing through my head.
"Am I going to die like them, is it really the end" I asked my self as the foot steps came closer. "No" short and a simple answer but held so much. As the man grab my shoulder he was met with a palm full of glass shards to the eye. As the glass dug into both the hand and eye blood started to pour.
Not carrying about the cuts on my hand I start to run by this point there were more holes in the roof then the first. That was as much as I could take in before I heard the man yell at me again.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU LITTLE SHIT" turning to the man I couldn't see the right eye gone replaced with blood. His remaining eye glaring at me. As his right hand turns into a sickle of bone and flesh and start to chase.
It didn't take long for him to catch up slashing down splitting my back open. But because of losing an eye his hand eye coordination was off. Only able to give me a flesh wound. Not stopping me from running no target in my mind but just to get away. Then I saw the sickle from the corner of eye coming for my neck, throwing my body to the right in attempt to evade which was partly worked as my left trapezius spilling even more blood on the once perfect white garment.
After sliding a few feet away after the attack it was hard to get up my body was heavy too heavy I couldn't stand. So I started to crawl finding myself near a hole in the roof. However a loud bang caused me to look back in fear for what I might see, the man who was once behind now under a steal beam the bottom half of his body sticking out not moving.
My body relaxes and one thought crossed my mind "I'm tired"
3rd P.O.V
The sound of a man breathing in pain and below that man laid a body with the top of his head obliterated. The man who was breathing looked around and noticed practicality everyone for dead or in their final moments.
All might with his hand on his stomach to stop as much blood as possible. Seeing that the was no one alive All might almost left until he had seen an arm reaching to the hole in the roof. I moved in an instant or however fast I could go it, ether way it didn't take long for him to reach the boy who was a mess as well. The boy was laying on his back bleeding, another cut close to the neck centimeters form the vital veins and glass in his forearms and left hand. All might gathered all the information about the boy in seconds. With another word All might flew the direction to the hospital.
With All might hoping one can save one. How ironic the man who saved thousand in a night, the number one hero, hero of peace. Was only able to save one life but he will do anything for this one life even ignoring his own injuries.