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Chapter 1-REVISED

All men were not created equally, he had learned that hard lesson at the tender age of four. Some where incredibly strong, some were incredibly smart, some had a unique gift. Then there was him, Izuku Midoriya.

"I really am worthless." Midoriya thought out loud. "A Deku."

He wasn't strong like most. He was smart, but not exceptionally so. He didn't have any defining skills, in fact, the only thing special about him was that he wasn't special. Izuku Midoriya did not have a Quirk.

What chance did he have to be a Hero without a Quirk? None, as confirmed by his idol All-Might. That had killed the little hope he had left. He should have just given up on his dream to be a hero, his mother had.

'You should jump out a window.' Bakugo stated. 'Maybe you'll come back with a Quirk.'

Midoriya could still hear the words echoing in his head, mixing with the words All-Might spoke.

'It's not bad to dream, just make it a realistic one.'

The Quirkless teen made his way to the edge of the roof and began to absentmindedly climb over the railing. He looked down and saw the ground, it seemed much further when looking from such an angle. He didn't know how high he was up, but he knew it was well over the height needed to be lethal.

Maybe I will comeback with a Quirk. Midoriya thought, the closest thing to a pleasant one in his head.

He had nothing now, not even hope. His idol All-Might had seen to that. He had no friends. No one wanted to be associated with the Quirkless Deku. Thinking he was either too pathetic for their time or something was wrong with him. In fact, he was the main target for bullying. Without a Quirk, he was defenseless to his super-powered peers. At least to those that would acknowledge him.

The teachers didn't even bother trying to stop the bullying. They didn't care for the Quirkless boy either. He was worse off than the delinquents in the school. After all, what could the Quirkless boy achieve in this day and age, he'd be lucky to be a manager at a burger joint.

Even my own mother doesn't believe in me. He thought bitterly.

He would never doubt his mother's love for him, he knew that was there in spades. But when she couldn't even bring herself to support her only son, that was a thing that didn't get pushed aside.

It had always been his dream to be a hero, that last bit of hope that kept him going. Now that was gone.

What was life without a dream, even an unattainable one. Honestly, it wasn't a life. It wasn't even was just existing.

Izuku let go of the rails.

For a brief moment, Izuku felt a rush of freedom as the wind brushed past his face. He wondered if this was what it was like to fly. Then he felt nothing.

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-ELSEWHERE

All Might had found just enough of his inner will to spark his transformation. He couldn't allow an innocent person, let alone a child suffer from a villain because of his own weakness!

"DETROIT SMASH!"

The punch created a shock wave so powerful that it completely scattered the sludge creature, freeing his would be victim Katsuki Bakugo. More so, the shock wave created a funnel that channeled the heat directly into the air, changing the pressure and creating rain for the fire.

The crowd could only watch in awe at the raw power their Hero, The Symbol of Peace possessed.

That was nearly an hour ago, the area had been cleared of all civilians and heroes. Now it was only the police who were 'securing' the prisoner, by collecting the remains and filling it into various bottles and other containers.

"That's the last of it." One of the officers stated.

"No! No!" The sludge creature shouted from inside. "Need host!" It thrashed around inside the containers, but was unable to take form. It was too spread out, too weak to escape. It had been separate for too long.

"What's he going on about?" One of the Officers asked, only getting a shrug.

"Give it back!" A deranged voice shouted!

The officers turned to see a man with a wild look in his eyes. He was a sickly looking man, as if he were wasting away. That wasn't what they were concerned about, it was the knife in his hands.

"Sir, drop the weapon!" The cop ordered.

That's when they noticed that the containers began to struggle even harder. They seemed to tug into the direction of the madman, as if drawn to him.

"It was only doing it for me!" The deranged man shouted. "I wanted money, it was getting me money!"

"Sir, this is your last warning!"

Ignoring the cop, the man charged with the weapon held high. "Give it back!"

The shot had been clear and precise, hitting the target square in the chest. Though like a man possessed he continued on towards them with his knife held high! It was another shot before he stumbled and another before he was brought to his knees.

The container stopped its attempt at freedom, seeing its host. Few new better than it when someone was past the point of saving.

"The goal was to show people." The madman spoke. "But we couldn't."

"Why?" One of the officers asked. "Why did you want this...thing?"

"Not a thing!" The madman exclaimed, enraged at the title. "G-Genetic, intelligent life form that...that relies on the bodies survival for it's own." He let out a painful cough as blood flowed freely from him. "I n-need it."

"What does it do?"

"I-It...can recognize a dis-sease...drug and n-neutralize it...heal wounds..." He tried explaining, though it was becoming harder to speak. "I'm...sick...it healed me. I let it feed...on me its host...feed on the hormones an...a-adrenaline..."

"If it heals," He spoke as he motioned to the dying man's body. "How did this happen?"

"Separate too long." The madman spoke. "I-I wanted money-to show them...couldn't do it on my own...it acted...f-for me." He began laughing almot hysterically, making the cops uncomfortable. Holding up a bloody hand to the jars, he smiled. "Look at this, we're d-dying together!"

"What did you mean acted?"

"It d-does more." He stated, almost fondly, a small chuckle escaped his bloody lips. "It makes host better...stronger...powerful...like a-a Quirk!"

"Wasn't so special." An officer in the back snorted.

"It was separate too long!" The dying madman shouted.

"But why was it so violent!?" Another officer asked.

"G-Genetic memory from o-o-original host." He spoke before shuddering violently. "Only b-belief was...was Chaos! Chaos is the truth!"

The sudden exclamation surprised everyone there! Like a religious person exclaiming the way of his faith. Though the act strained the dying man further. He shuddered violently as he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Who!?" The officer demanded. "Who was the original host!?"

"K-Kletus...Cassidy..."

Those words fell off of his lips in a sigh, the last thing to escape as he let out his final breath.

"What was that all about?" One officer asked. "Do you think it was important?"

"I doubt it." The officer who snorted spoke. "Just the ravings on a dying man."

"Still going to be a pain to put in the report."

The sludge creature watched as the man died and knew that it was now or never. It had taken this time to act, while the cops were all distracted.

Had they been a little more thorough in their search, just taken one more sweep of the area and they would have found one more piece of the creature. It was the size of a quarter. Just enough to latch onto a curious rat and take control.

Such a host was unsuitable for it to survive long, but it was enough to get it to the only decent candidate. Someone that steered feelings inside that it hadn't felt since it's host from so long ago.

Izuku felt nothing.

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Until he did. He felt pain. He felt everything! The broken bones, the bleeding. He was sure that something inside of him may have broken as well.

Izuku took in a desperate and painful breath of oxygen. Everything hurt! His attempt at suicide had failed. Now he was too broken to do anything but lay there in the alley of some building. It could be days before he was discovered.

What had he been thinking! Jumping off of a roof! It was amazing how such a close call to death could make someone yearn for life.

"Hey hey, you still alive?" A voice asked, to which Midoriya gave a low groan. "Shit, a plummet like that should have turned you to paste."

He couldn't believe it, someone was actually there! Maybe he wouldn't die in the alley.

"H-Help-" He barely muttered, his jaw was in as much pain as the rest of him.

"Don't worry, I will." The voice spoke. "I'm so glad you're okay Izuku!"

Hearing his name on the voice caused his relief to waver. He was sure he didn't know the stranger, he didn't sound familiar, and yet he knew his name.

"W-Who?

"See, I need you." He spoke. "When I was trying to take possession of you earlier, I saw inside you. I saw inside your heart. The pain, the resentment, it was so much like his! I just...can't let that go to waste!"

What is he...no, no! Izuku thought with realization. It was the sludge creature, it had returned.

Izuku felt the familiar cold sensation of the sludge creature crawling onto him and suddenly his pain was gone. It wasn't as violent as before, not that it needed to be with the condition he was in. He felt the broken parts of his body, both inside and out, being stitched back together. He was healing! In a matter of seconds, he felt as if he had never jumped off of a several story building, only his cloths were any indication of what he had done.

"Why?" He wondered aloud. Why is it healing me, what does it want?

Looking down, he could see the slime crawling onto him, as is it did his thoughts became fuzzy. It was becoming harder for him to think.

"We can cause so much chaos together." It spoke as it took possession of him, changing from a slime green to a blood red. "We can cause so much Carnage!"

Review. -Did you all like the changes?

Going for a different outtake from what I normally see in these stories. How was it, I hope it wasn't too fast or out of character. What do you all think?

How will our hero cope with such a strain? Can he truly be a hero, or is he now a monster?

For those of you who aren't comic buffs, our little Deku has been infused with the DNA of one of Marvels most sadistic, impulse driven sociopaths.