Chương 5: Prisoners
"Hold on, let me get this straight, so what you're telling me is that all we have to do to earn our freedom, save ourselves from being executed, and gaining a ticket out of America to any country of our choice is to kill a single eight year old kid?" Michael questioned the hero that was sent to inform him and the seven other inmates sitting next to him.
"That's pretty much it, yeah. My boss has deemed your quirks 'useful' for the exercise that we are putting our next ace through so here we are i guess. Also, please keep in mind that while you're trying to kill your target, he'll be trying to kill you all as well." The pro hero explained with a blank look on his face, not letting the criminals in front of him even guess as to what he could possibly be thinking.
It took Michael and the other inmates a few more seconds to process his words, but one of them broke into an unstable fit of giggles. Not being able to contain himself, the mutant quirk user was clutching his sides in pain as he couldn't stop himself from laughing so hard.
"HA HA HA! Really!? Are you serious!? Hehehe! Oh boy! Hold on a moment, I need a second to recover haha!" In between his sentences, he could barely bring himself to from enough words to be comprehensible.
"Oh Jesus Christ that's too damn funny. Okay, okay, seriously though, why are we here? A group execution?" The man that barely stopped himself from breaking into another fit of giggles was about seven feet tall with multiple large bony protrusions bursting out of his head instead of hair, shoulders, and back. He was able to ask as he finally calmed himself down to an extent.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you Tony, but that is exactly why you're here. We want to see if the eight of you can pose a threat to the World Hero Association's most promising weapon. Of course, if you are afraid of dying to a child, you don't have to accept. You all may choose to stay in this prison to rot until you are painlessly put down via lethal injection." The pro hero response was quick, there wasn't even a slimmer of humor hidden in his tone.
'Oh shit. He's being serious.' Michael thought to himself as he look to his left to gauge the reactions of the other criminals.
He saw that Tony's smile was wiped off his face after he was practically challenged by the hero into participating in whatever game the Association was trying to play.
"Wait a second, my quirk isn't suited for fighting. Does me being here mean that you expect us to work together to fight a child?" Another man spoke this time, he looked like another unremarkable black haired japanese man to say the least.
His english was surprisingly fluent but the thing that really stands out about him are his long bangs that completely cover his eyes. For some strange reason, Michael feels as if he's seen this man on the Hub in the Japanese section.
"Your assumption is correct, Hentie. All of you shall work together as a team to defeat a common enemy since you all have the same goal, freedom. For those that don't have combat oriented quirks, we will be supplying you with weapons to aid you in your battle.
If you've never held a gun before now then I sincerely hope that one of you will be thoughtful enough to guide the less informed on how to operate a gun." For some reason, this guys' polite way of insulting them was getting under Michael's skin more than it should have.
"Alright listen here you no named washed up sorry excuse of a failed pro hero, I don't take shit from anyone! Especially not from some pathetic failure that would do a better job at being some politician's asswipe, since you seem to have some leftover shit flying out of your mouth whenever you open it to speak.
Anyone here can tell that you just love to eat whatever shit they shove down your throat no questions asked, I bet that you don't even know why you're here talking to us in the first place. You're just another nobody taking orders from a more important somebody, worthless prick." Apparently Michael wasn't the only one tired of the pro hero in front of them, a woman who definitely doesn't look like she belonged near a prison let alone inside one decided to wake up and choose violence this lovely morning.
She was short, probably around five feet three inches in height. She had bright pink hair tied in pigtails that just screamed attention whore, with innocent looking eyes and a foul mouth to boot.
The others beside her burst out laughing, causing her to smile devilishly at the pro hero, as if saying 'what? got nothing to say?'
Even Michael couldn't help himself and let out a small chuckle, but the hero didn't think her colorful insults were nearly as funny as they thought. It seemed like he was barely holding himself back from throttling her, so many veins appeared on his face and throat that Michael was starting to wonder if the hero's quirk made him transform into a walking papercut hazard.
Instead of the pro hero vs handcuffed prisoner fight that Michael was hoping for, the man was able to stop himself from doing anything rash and quietly chuckled to himself instead upon remembering the conditions these lowlives have to go through if they want freedom.
With a smug smirk plastered over his face, the hero gave a slow look at the inmates and simply shook his head in pity. He'd rather be some nobody hero than any of these prisoners in front of him, especially since they have no idea what's in store for them.
That response worried Michael, it was not what he was expecting at all. Does the World Hero Association really have that much faith in this kid? Surely they're at least somewhat concerned that he'll die or get seriously injured right?
"Alright, alright, settle down now Eve. Since you all have enough energy to joke and laugh, surely there'll be enough leftover energy to accept this proposal right? Hell, I encourage you all to joke around a bit more, it's your last chance to do so anyway." The pro hero spoke with obvious humor in his tone.
The alarm bells are now blaring inside Michael's head, this is just a mask to hide his anger right? The amount of smugness in his voice was honestly scaring Michael, who wanted to turn down the offer now. He just hoped that the discussion will end here so that he can talk to the pro hero privately so that he can opt out of this 'exercise.'
"Hah? Have you eaten so much shit that it has rotted your brain? Didn't you say so yourself that you'll be giving some of us guns? I don't think your little association has enough common sense to realize this but, WE! ARE! VILLAINS!
Whatever test tube baby that they cooked up in a lab somewhere isn't going to stand a chance against us, it doesn't matter how good his quirk is. Please don't tell me that a hopeless nobody like you is dumb enough to believe that there's any possibility of us losing." The attention whore spoke in a more annoyed tone.
"Heh, I did say that some of you will be given guns didn't I? Honestly, since I'm such a nice little hero I'll tell the Association to give all of you guns to make it a little bit fair, or at least as fair as it can get when going up against that kid. Also, while I may be just another nobody, I'm an alive nobody! I hope that kid makes you all realize the privilege none of you knew you had until now, breathing!
Haha! None of you may believe me now since you all have your heads stuck up your own asses but I'll give you guys some information, the one you'll be fighting soon is more monstrous than everyone in this prison combined. This is not my opinion, I'm simply stating a fact. A very obvious fact that will force itself into your skulls very soon, or at least what's left of them when the kid is done anyway."
Michael could feel his soul leaving his body, it appeares that he was the only one that could feel the truth behind his words. But before he could speak up to quit, his future partners spoke up first.
"What a load of bullshit, do you think that we're five? Your little lies about this kid don't scare us, it would be more believable if you told us we were fighting Star and Stripe instead you know." A prisoner named Jason chuckled as he spoke. He looked like your average rich playboy that you could find in any seedy strip club. He stood at about six feet, with short dirty blonde hair to complete his douchey look.
Without saying anything, the hero simply gave them a condescending smile, turned around, and left the room. It stunned them momentarily, but quickly irritated them immensely. Michael felt something other than irritation though, he felt fear.
'What the hell was I just forced into?'
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Shrexy_boi Little time skip here since I know nobody likes it when the mc is forever 4 years old. After the prisoner vs Abel chapter there'll be another short time skip, mc won't immediately be a young adult since I want to show some action while he's still weak and mastering his quirk. Also my wifi is ass rn due to heavy rain and lightning
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