Chapter 3

Yane POV:

As soon as we were teleported back, I quickly jumped next to Shigaraki to stop his bleeding. I used his blood to pull out the bullet and clotted the wound.

Shigaraki stayed down on the floor and groaned, "Master! You were wrong. All Might hasn't gotten any weaker. You lied."

I was mentally and physically exhausted. I didn't have too much blood in my body either. I walked over to the fridge to get some pomegranate juice, but we ran out.

I walked over to Shigaraki to see if he was fine, "Are you ok?" I asked. He didn't answer. He just stayed laying at the ground. "We ran out of pomegranate juice. I'll go get some now." I said. I walked over to my room and took off my mask. I stared at the full length mirror for a while, looking at all the wounds I had, before heading to my closet to put on some new clothes.

I put my mask into my backpack and headed out of the hideout. I walked around the building to where the other Nomu's were being created. I knocked on the door and a small doctor opened up. "Oh, come in." he said.

I walked in and said, "Where's my grandfather?" He closed his eyes before leading the way. I followed behind him, while observing all the Nomus being made.

"He's in there." The doctor said, pointing at a door. I thanked him before slowly opening the door and walking in.

"I knew you'd come..." His voice said. I nodded before walking over to him. "So, tell me how it went."

I stood there in front of him and started filling him on the details. I told him everything, even about me sparing Eraser. He didn't say anything and kept nodding.

When I finished he smiled and reached his hand out to me. "You shouldn't spare anyone." He let out an air cannon, which wasn't strong enough to break the walls but it launched my towards the wall putting immense pressure on chest. It was hard to breathe.

He deactivated the air cannon and fell onto the ground gasping for air.

If you would've killed him success would be ours. You're so naive. Just like you mother." He continued, then let out another air cannon. I hit the wall again and this time spat out blood. My lungs felt like they were going to burst out.

He stopped and I fell onto the ground again. Grabbing onto my neck, as I spat out more blood and gasped for air. "I'm... I'm sorry.. I... I promise I'll do better next time... Please..." I begged.

I felt something pierce my back and pull me up. I groaned in pain while looking at my grandfather.

"If you fail the next time, I'll make sure to end you." He tossed me to a wall and I spat out more blood. My vision was starting to get blurry. I got up and bowed at him before limping out the door.

I collapsed onto the ground when I came out, coughing out more blood. I managed to get up again and walked out of the building.

I felt the blood soak my shirt. I walked into a alley and took off my t-shirt, pulling out my hoodie from my backpack and putting it on. I clotted my wound and folded the bloody t-shirt, putting it into my backpack.

I got out the alley and walked down the streets and slowly limped my way to the convenient store where I always bought my juice.

Soon I was there and looked around the store and spotted what I was looking for. I walked over and saw someone I didn't expect to see. It was Eraser Head. Wasn't he supposed to be in the hospital or something? Why was he here? Why didn't someone else go get the juice for him?

I looked away when I saw him look at me. "Is there something on my face?" He asked.

I accidentally said 'no' and quickly covered my mouth. I picked up at least 12 juice boxes and carried them towards the counter.

As I was paying for the drinks I coughed out more blood and bought a small pack of tissues. I placed all the juice boxes into my backpack except for one and headed out.

I walked down the streets and got a feeling of someone watching me, but I just shrugged it off. I took out a tissue from the pack and coughed out more blood, then I stabbed the straw into the juice box and started taking small sips.

The feeling of someone watching me grew more and more. I turned back and saw Eraser Head walk over to me. I could feel myself stop and my guts started tying themselves into a knot. I just gulped and took more sips from my juice box.

I started panicking as thoughts ran through my head. Eraser Head was now in front of me. He towered me down and I looked down at the ground. "Do I know you?" I asked, changing my voice up a bit.

He let out a sigh before saying, "Don't act like you don't. I know that it's you." I was starting to get nervous. My eye sight was still blurry and I was still coughing out blood. I confidently looked up at him and said, "You mean, Eraser Head? The quirk canceling hero? If that's what you mean then sure. I do know you."

He didn't saw anything, and kept staring me down. "Shou!!!!" I heard someone call out from a distance. I looked behind him and saw the pro hero, Present Mic. "I think he's calling for you." I calmly stated.

The hero ran over to us and placed his hand on Eraser's shoulder. "You shouldn't be out here, you're still injured." He said.

"Aren't you the pro hero, Present Mic?" I faked before continuing again, "I'm a huge fan. I don't have a pen or paper on me. I'd really want an autograph. Bummer...." I scoffed.

"Well hello! You got it right!" He yelled in excitement, "The one and only! The radio hero, Present Mic!."

I applauded him before saying, "Well it was nice meeting you, but unfortunately I have to go now."

Present Mic gave me a huge thumbs up before turning back to Eraser and scolding him. I quickly started limping away.

As I was walking down the lonely streets I heard a cry. I quickly started running towards the sound and soon walked into a dark alley.

There was a young lady pinned to the wall and an old holding her with one hand.

I threw my, now empty juice box at him and started walking towards them. He looked at me before taking out a knife from inside his suit. "Take another step and she's dead!" He threatened pointing the knife back at me, then to the lady.

I quickly put my hands in in the air to show him that I was unarmed. I took slow steps towards the man.

My movements startled him. He pulled his knife back as he was about to stab the lady's stomach. I jumped in and as people say, 'I took the bullet for her.' The pain lingered through my body and I used the blood from my new wound to pin him to the wall. I turned my blood into a blade and pinned his shirt to the wall.

I grabbed onto the wound falling down on my knees. He hit a vital organ. I coughed out more blood and looked up at the pinned man.

"Please... go call the police..." I said to the lady. She nodded and in fear ran out the alley. I got up and walked over to the man and took the knife out of his hand. "The police will deal with you..." I said, before walking out of the alleyway.

I heard the man curse and threaten me from the alley. I just kept walking still holding onto my wound. I stopped the bleeding a bit and walked down the streets towards the hideout.

I stopped walking when I collapsed onto my knees coughing out more blood. I crawled over to the wall and leaned on it looking up at the sky. My eye sight got blurrier as the world went black and I passed out.