Heyya Guys! Guess who DIDN'T DIE!?

THIS GUY!

Sorry for the long wait, I've been having a rather tumultious expirence, life is giving me the run around, the cold shoulder, and the good ol one-two at the same time...I can only dodge so much.

Enough Excuses!

Welcome, to my new story! Berserker!

Before you ask, no I haven't seen the anime or manga or anything related to the official title Berserker, so if you were hoping this was a crossover, sorry, this ain't it.

This is an MC-centric story, but Izuku and the gang are still present to provide a stable plot. None of teh main plot points have been changed drastically. they have been modified to accommodate this plus one, but nothing story breaking has been meddled with.

If you want an update on what's going on with the rest of my stories, check up down below! Dont want to scare new readers off with all this bold text.

Please Enjoy Chapter 1 of Berserker!

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You know, I'm all for public transportation…but does it have to be so damn unpleasant?

I skimmed my crowded scenery, looking at the nameless people of disinterest that populated the space. I was on a train, fastest and most reliable way to the main city from the airport, en route to what most would call the most prestigious school in this entire nation.

But all these people betrayed that image by looking so blandly basic.

Civilians, they were everywhere. Men, women, mothers and fathers, grandparents, children, rebellious teens, the nervous nerds, the cocky shits…none of them displayed any sort of sign that they came from this "prestigious center".

They all looked so damn normal it made me wonder if I was actually in the right place. None of them even came close to comparing to me…though I guess that wasn't a fair assessment in the first place.

Probably better that I didn't grow up here anyway with all the pompous pricks around… I mean, with a Quirk like "Berserker", it should be obvious that I'm not the most stable person in the world.

Of course the whole "growing up in a strait jacket, mandatory meditation sessions"…and whatever emotional exercises they decided to cram into the practically nuclear toddler that was me several years ago was a dead giveaway, but I don't really advertise.

I mean, if I told people "Hey! Most people's baby stories are about their first words or their first steps, but I was already breaking peoples arms and destroying shit in colorful fireworks of destruction before I turned an year old!"…they wouldn't exactly react with a smile and a laugh.

They would either A: stare at me with uncertainty, B: believe I'm socially awkward and that was my attempt at an icebreaker/joke, or C: belive me, and fear for their safety in general.

I had experience.

I sighed somberly, before turning my head rapidly, swallowing a pit of anger as I watched a small group of girls spray perfume again for the 7th time on a TEN MINUTE RIDE. Perfume is already just plain obnoxious in large quantities, but when you continuously apply it, especially to my hypersensitivity, its like getting it shot up my nostrils with a fire extinguisher.

I snorted, not liking that mental image in hindsight, and quickly eyeing my pulse monitor on my wrist. It was a bit of a habit really, considering what a danger I was once I got out of control…but those days were behind me. I was four years and counting for a Rage, and I had absolutely no plans of going back.

But today, I had one reason, and one reason only for taking this god damned subway.

UA.

I spun slowly on the hand pole, leaning over to see the outside world again. My fellow passengers ignored me, something of a given once you reach your teenage years…bliss. Those annoying school girls were out, looking out over the city as I was, and I honestly wasn't sure what they were so pumped about. UA's cool and all…but damn, tone down the fucking light show, your glittery enough you dumbass…jeez; I'm going to need a fumigation mask if you actually try to attend.

The train wasn't exactly the best place to catch a view of the city, especially during the day…and the uncaring residents that studiously ignored you and your attempts to see past their body blockade… but it was something! Tall, clean buildings, maintained streets, people…you know, a city where idiots don't run it. A rare thing these days, but I wouldn't say that out loud…the locals might laugh, but the non-locals, such as myself, might get stabbed…I know in my town you'd get the snot beaten out of you.

I needed to catch the eye of a hero, I needed her for my plan to work. I couldn't always live in worry at the possible event of Rage, I needed an emergency brake, someone who could confront me, and bring me down with as little issue as possible.

Not All Might, if that's what you're wondering…I don't like a guy that smiles all the time…don't trust them.

I glanced out the window again, seeing posters bearing the "Symbol of Peace" with his wide grin, and I frowned. I underwent intense emotional conditioning when I turned thirteen. For a solid 15 months, I was continuously strained to my limit, so I could better understand and develop techniques to manage my rising anger.

I know a smile from a facial pattern, and that guy had it down pat.

I just need someone who is capable of…calming people down.

"Berserker" doesn't exactly put me in a rational state of mind.

"We are reaching terminal A3, passengers that need to disembark please move to the doors." The announcement chimed, and I exhaled, watching my pulse meter drop back into the sixties…good.

I shifted onto my feet, carefully forging my way through the crowd to the doors. I was not getting stuck in the sea of civilians, no way. Random bags and limbs seemed to snake across the floor in search of tripping me up, and I was having none of it.

I squeezed through the doors just as they were barely able to accommodate me, and I rushed forward through the terminal. I ran right through the ticket check, passing through with ease as I scanned my ticket with a practiced motion. I hoped up the stairs as I entered the city above the concrete earth, and I took a moment to enjoy the breeze and the lack of claustrophobic tension.

Excellent.

…now, to UA…

Actually, wait, its tomorrow, I should book a hotel…or maybe go eat?...or maybe I shouldn't, and eat a big dinner…I do have a good chunk of my funds with me, so I could go a little crazy…or maybe I should do some light exercising, and then do what I previously mentioned?

I face-palmed, turning and moving to a city map for a motel location. I needed a place a stow my bags first…no need going around town with all my luggage.

After that, I could go exploring. Take a run around town see the sights, learn the attractions, and maybe even find a complex looking for new tenants. This was my trial run after all, to see if I could survive on my own.

Might as well explore my new home town!

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Town, final conclusion…was alright.

Crimes were somewhat frequent, but were swiftly dealt with. It looked like villains were just as eager to deput as Heroes…strangely enough. Hero patrols weren't numerous, but were friendly and attentive, stopping to offer assistance or step in to a situation that was getting out of hand.

And as for the local gangs, I had a nice chat with them…and now, we are all buddy buddy!

Nah, just kidding, they hate my guts…but that's ok! I prefer it that way…hatred makes people predictable.

I can "sense" angry people…kinda. You know that feeling you get when someone is right behind you, and you whirl around? It's kinda like that, but more directional…and a bit more unnerving. Instead of just being "unsure" or creeped out, it's like you actually turned around and saw them, but had no idea what they looked like…despite staring at them.

I bring this up because I just got attacked from behind…and only got out of the way in time because of my little "spidey-sense".

That is the first and only time I will be calling it that.

I was airborne on reflex, letting my momentum and jump carry me to the side, rolling and twisting around after I launched off the ground the second time in a sort of acrobatic maneuver. I skidded to a stop, and looked around quickly.

I wasn't seeing anyone…shit. Concealment Quirk? Disadvantage for me then.

I closed my eyes, trying to feel this person's anger; he was here, pinging off like a fucking beacon to sonar. He wasn't far enough to hide…it's a good concealment quirk. Instinct prodded my arm, and I turned on my heel, bringing a sharp back hand directly into the attackers forearm.

Blow met blow, and he lost his grip on his weapon…a syringe. Judging his head's location from the feel of his arm, I knew it was close to the wrist, bent at an angle…meaning it was…there.

I struck forward with a sharp back punch, throwing my weight into it and leaning in. I felt my attack hit a painful cry was heard, and I saw my attacker briefly. He was green, with a chameleon type body to him. He was stealthy, but nowhere near fast enough to be an assassin…a rookie. Maybe he was looking for a first victim to begin his onslaught of victims to paint his name in the criminal hall of fame?

He faded away immediately after I lost contact with him, and I crushed the vile under my boot, taking a stance over its remains. This was his weapon, smelled like a sedative. He was trying to kidnap me…interesting. That must mean he knows he can't fight me one on one without causing a stir…he's weak, or following orders…or both. He would be running about know if he was just weak…probably both then.

"A Chameleon Camo Quirk, interesting…I haven't seen any concealment quirks in a while. Last guy I knew that had one was the local idiot…who got arrested for repeatedly entering the wrong side of the gender's bath on multiple occasions. Were the titties not cutting it or were they just not your thing anymore?"

The apparent kidnapper remained silent, and I was on edge…he was silent, too quiet for me to detect, but I knew he was here…his anger was strong.

Why was he mad? Mad at me? Mad at being told to do this? He was mad before he even tried anything…

"Look, your easy way just got removed from play…if you flee now, you'll lose the element of surprise, sure, but staying wont gain you anything. Walk away, and I'll only report you to the authorities."

"Eeeehehee…Cocky for a brat." Came a whisper. It echoed like mist, and I didn't bother turning around…I had a good idea where he was.

…brat?

I grinned, a little anger seeping into my veins as I was no longer keen on talking him down, "Oh, right, sorry, I forgot the big bad frog wasn't actually hiding out of fear…it's all tactical right? All part of your plan?" I said with a leer. My senses were sparking, a little bit of hype running through me.

"Frog! Ha! Shows how smart you are!"

I just grinned, "Your smarter than I am then, hiding from me like a little bitch…it's definitely the smarter move for you."

There was a long pause, before there was rapid scuttling.

"Perhaps Master will forgive me this once." He said calmly, though I could feel otherwise.

He was PISSED.

He lunged, and I turned, grinning like a madman as I caught his outstretched hand at the wrist. I shot my second fist directly into his stomach, feeling it strike something…hard.

His form rippled, and he appeared in his scaly green form, his eyes narrowed at me. His tail had curled forwards, protecting his stomach from my punch.

I smirked, "Tucking tail already? I didn't even hit you that hard." I taunted, and he just smirked back at me, "Even mosquitos can irritate."

Well then, you can fly.

I punched again, watching as his tail recoiled to deflect…his damned smirk.

Try this on for size!

My fist opened at the last second, grabbing his tail with force. He skidded back, surprised and tender from the blow, but didn't get much distance.

I was still holding onto his other fist.

I span on my heel, continuing the motion even as he left the ground from the force. I just kept spinning, spinning, spinning, before I roared to the skies.

"DAMN RIGHT!" I bellowed, before I pivoted, and hurled him.

Straight into the wall.

His trajectory arked as he slowly ascended in one of the most painful ways possible.

He crashed right through the first, second, third, and the ceiling, flopping onto the roof. I crouched, before jumping up myself. I landed next to a large blood splotch, a few tracks leading off to the side, and back into the darkness.

My anger bloomed after seeing him get away, but I immediately set about countering it…there was no point now.

He was gone…I couldn't track him reliably in the dark, and even with the blood trail, with the amount of garbage that laid around these back alleys, it was easy to disguise.

I'll alert UA when I show up…I'll grab the remains of the syringe just in case.

I jumped back down, landing quietly, and scavenging what I could. I cupped them gently, before scouting around, and grabbing an old newspaper. I wrapped up the shards, and just sighed at the liquid inside being absorbed into the paper.

Best I could do.

I rolled it up, and headed back on my way, running this time. Police station first…maybe they can even answer my questions.

I passed through alleyways, through washes and bridges. Racing myself as time went on…this area just didn't feel right. I needed to get out of here, especially as questions started moving around my mind.

Why did he target me?

Was it just time and place? Then why did he stick around? He revealed his identity as Quirk, two advantages you can't get back. He kept trying me even though his first two attempted failed…why?

If he was aiming for me, then why? And if not of his own volition, who? I just got here! I doubt those delinquents would resort to kidnapping via mercenary, that's a serious offense…at worst they'd try and beat me up with numbers.

Did he…know me?

I ran into the light of the city, stopping just as I exited. People looked startled at my sudden entrance, but it quickly faded as the moved on, new people passing by every second. I felt something click inside me, all the different faces wandering in front of me…separate identities, names, faces, occupations, ages, clothing, they were all so unique!

Yet in the crowd, they were all the same.

Did it matter why the villain attacked me? I shouldn't be thinking about why, I should be thankful! He attacked me and not someone else!

I clenched my fist, a smile coming on…this was it…This is what a hero does right? Protect people?

I like this feeling…it's so different from my anger.

I ran full tilt up the side walk, sticking to the street side to have a clearer path.

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And that's all for Chpt 1! Depending on the reactions this gets, I might post more. I have 26k+ words already written with strong ideas past that point, so this isn't dying any time soon...whether you guys like it or not, ill probably write it anyway, I just like this character.

Anyway! Updates!

- I have decided not to entirely re-write Sage of the Wild, but to...well, "revise with extreme prejudice". I dislike the route i took at some places, but could stand others. I know that a good percentage of you enjoyed it, certainly more than I did, so maybe its just my own opinion, but, either way, that's my plan now. I did rewrite the majority of the intro, but hey, I'll just consider it an "exercise."

- I have written two other stories like this one, with OC characters, so I can post them briefly as well if you want to just check up on my ideas.

- I wanted to just do a quick question, How many of you, that actually care, want to see any of my currently online stories continued? If they've died in your eyes, I'll just return them to the vault, but if not, I might pick up that particular pen again, Its up to you guys really.

- For those of you who cared about my Naruto Fanfics other than SotW, they are also being worked on, just much slower.

- If you have ANY comments, questions, opinions or concerns, feel free to PM me, and we can chat! I dont bite. I talk with some of you anyway, so take a cue from them. I am not "Too busy" or "Too Awesome" or whatever other convoluted thoughts you've concocted in you bubbling brains. Wanna talk? Come talk! I'd be happy to hear from you!

I think that's all, or at least, all I remember writing this, I'm sure I'll remember something important after I have posted this. Anywho, Thanks all who stuck around! Let me know your thoughts! i'll even let flamers have their go at me, I'm feeling festive.

Take care guys!

Peace!