A Short Story :3

"How do you feel?" She kneeled slightly to see his face as he looked down, a smirk making its way on her lips. The boy was shaking, looking in horror at his father's body, his eyes still open wide. Lifeless. "You're insane.." he finally choked out, regaining his voice, then slowly looked up at her. And if looks could kill, she would surely be dead right now, but she was not worried in the slightest. The guards and heroes were all dead. "it must be embarrassing, to be a hero yet to be so.. weak" she murmured, looking at him and raising a brow. 

"You're insane!" He repeated, his hands curling into fists. "Who would just kill like that.. W-what did he ever do to you?!" He got up and so did she, and before she could comprehend what was going on, he lunged towards her, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her against the brick wall. "You killed my father! Who the hell do you think you are?!" 

No emotion whatsoever was displayed on her face, "Now you know how I feel." She simply said, in a quiet tone, waiting. The boy stood there, confused, looking at the female's face. The one he had fought within the sparring matches they had at their school, and it was after some seconds that it hit him, the look of realization on his face was priceless. The memories of the men his family sent after hers. The incident happened months ago, and yet the memory was so clear. 

"There it is, that face. Priceless" She mocked, her hand slowly reaching for her dagger safely strapped to her hip.

"You?" He whispered, a moment of guilt causing him to slowly let go of her shoulders. 

And before he knew it, a dagger harshly pierced through his abdomen, causing him to stumble back in surprised shock. 

"Yes, me." She walked past him. His unsteady steps sent him to the floor as she walked to the head of the room. The seat that held power in the ratchet society, and once she elegantly sat in it, she glanced at his figure. "Now you know how I feel" Mizuki whispered under her breath, not bothering to wipe the smears of blood on clothes and the blood on her hands. 

She sighed in contentment, looking at the lifeless room with nothing but bodies. Someone had to overthrow the useless hero agency after all and who was better than herself.

Maybe she isn't the vigilante that everyone loved anymore but it had to be done. For revenge. For satisfaction. For joy. To feel good.

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