Author's Note's- Hello everyone! I'm so very sorry about such the long wait! I don't really have a good excuse for you all, but I'm not dead... So I guess there's that... Right?

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this third chapter, I worked really hard to make it good enough for you all. I really hate to disappoint, and I had to make sure it was up to par with what I know you all love to read...

Please feel free to send me your thoughts in a review, I always read them all, and I respond to all that I can.

LEGEND BELOW

"I want to become a Hero!" = Normal speech.

''I wonder what he really meant by that.'' = Thoughts.

"Do not worry, for I am here!" = Powerful Heroes speaking.

''I really am running out of time!'' Powerful Heroes thoughts.

Chapter-3-Heading for home

You know, in hindsight she should have expected that this would happen...

Two hours had passed since Izuku left the graveyard in search for her house, and she was having a hard time making her way back. It wasn't long after she left the abandoned shed that it started raining.

She thought nothing of it at first, as the cold didn't hinder her. But as the rain started pouring down, her clothes started sticking to her body, and because of the thin material they were made it of, her dress quickly became see through. And to make matters worse, her dress was now closer to falling apart then it was before. If she didn't make it home soon, she would end up naked in the rain. That wasn't an experience that she wanted to have... Ever.

The green haired zombie girl sighed to herself as she passed by a closed corner story. She stopped suddenly when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Izuku turned to face the window, the surface oddly reflective. She hadn't noticed it before, but she was covered in horrible scars and badly made stitches.

The stitches were in places where bone would have ruptured from her body after the fall. Her throat and face had these long stitches running across. Her wrists and arms were covered similarly, with her shoulder looking like her arm had been torn from her body only to be sewn back on. Izuku pulled her ruined dress away, glancing at her chest. Scars and very noticeable stitches ran across her belly and around her breasts, some parts of her skin looked slightly miss-colored as well. Her eyes were still that vibrant emerald green though, that she was thankful for.

Izuku quickly covered as much of herself as she could. She would have to cover as much of herself as possible later, that was unless she wanted to scare the shit out of everyone she came across.

Izuku quickly made her way down the street, suddenly extremely thankful for the rain. She was the only one on the road, as far as she could see anyway. At this rate she would make it back in another fifteen or twenty minutes...

"Why 'ello there girly, what do ya think yur' doin' out in this weather?" Izuku abruptly stopped her jog, noticing a shady looking man standing in the nearby alleyway. She felt something off about the man, yet she couldn't put her finger on what though.

"Are you talking to me?" Izuku asked warily, eyeing the filthy looking man from a distance. She noticed that the man was hunched over slightly, cradling a beer bottle. Already red flags started to fly in her mind, suddenly realising that she shouldn't be here.

"Well I don' see anyone else aroun' 'ere." The man said with a lopsided grin, his eyes running up and down over Izuku's barely dressed form. The hunger she could see in the man's eyes would've made her shiver if she still could.

"D-Do you need something from me?" She asked, taking a careful step back. She was ready to run away if she needed to. The man's face shouldn't have been able to, but his grin seemed to suddenly get a lot wider at her question.

"Why 'es, I think I do." He said as he started to move closer, prompting Izuku to take another step back. She was suddenly aware of the presence of three more men standing behind her.

"Now now, we can't 'ave you runnin' away so soon. We just barely started gettin' to know each other." He mocked with a slur. Before Izuku could even try to run, she found herself restrained by the bulky man standing behind her.

"What the-?! H-Hey, let me go!" Izuku screamed, struggling against the man's powerful arms. The filthy man chuckled darkly.

"Now why would we do 'dat? I've got ya' right where I want ya'" He asked rhetorically, suddenly pulling a knife out of his pocket. "Now be a good girl and stay still."

Izuku's eyes narrowed and her body twitched as her eyes started to glow a bright green. She then bit deep and hard into the bulky man's hand, making him drop her with a pained shout. She quickly turned around, delivering a powerful kick to the wounded man's crotch, downing him in an instant. Her eyes shifted back to her normal green, and she blinked in confusion as her mind had just blanked.

"What 'da hell! She just took a chunk out of me' hand!" The bulky man roared in in pain, cradling his limp bloody hand. The other three men stared on in shock, the girl's reaction baffling them. Izuku quickly jumped away from the man, eyeing the group from a short distance. She was still cornered in the alley, with no clear way of escaping safely.

"What the 'ell boss! I thought you said she'd be an easy one!" One of the other two men yelled angrily, preparing for a struggle with the girl.

The shady looking man growled at the other guy. "Well she didn't look like trouble! How da' fuck would I 'ave known she would be a problem?!" He snapped back.

"I don' kno'?! Maybe you outta look harda'!" The other lackey retorted, looking ready to go off on someone. The so called boss man looked ready to stab the other guy for his insubordination, if the way his eyes seemed to be burning holes in the man's head wasn't enough to prove that.

Izuku looked nervously back and forth between the dangerous arguing men. The situation was escalating quickly, and she had a feeling that things were about to get really out of hand. She desperately looked around the alley way, hoping to find an exit. But she had no such luck, as the only way out was blocked by the gang members.

"Forget 'dis!" The boss yelled, turning to glare at Izuku. "You're bein' a real pain in da' ass for me and my men! Now be a good girl and strip!" He shouted aggressively, waving his knife around.

"W-Wha-? No way!" Izuku shouted back, suddenly covering herself as much as she could.

"I'm not fuckin' around here anymore bitch! Lose the dress!" The man snarled.

"H-Hell no!" Izuku shouted back indigently. She wasn't about to abide by the idiot's demands, who did he think she was?

"Do ya' want to fuckin' die?! Strip before I stab ya!" The man had enough of her ignoring his demands, and started towards her, knife in hand. Suddenly without thinking, Izuku rushed the knife wielding man, her eyes glowing a bright powerful green.

"Not so fast ya' littl' bitch!" The man snarled, brandishing his knife dangerously. However the girl didn't stop at his warning, she didn't so much as flinch at it. When she got within range, he thrust his blade into her, expecting for that to be it. He was sorely mistaken however, as the knife embedded in her chest did nothing to slow or stop the girl.

"What da' hell?!" He shouted in shock as she tackled him to the ground painfully. Before the man could even get another word out, Izuku lunged, kicking him in his crotch with horribly powerful strength. He screamed in horrible pain, his lower bit probably damaged for life from that powerful kick. His lackey's were quick to come to their boss's rescue, kicking the crazy green haired girl down the alley.

"What in da' hell?! 'Dis bitch is crazy!" The bulky man yelled, now fearing for his own life. The girl had been stabbed with a knife, and she still had to be pried off his boss. It was insane!

"She fuckin' busted da' boss's balls!" One of the smaller grunts screamed. He was freaking the hell out right now, seeing his boss get his manhood obliterated in one fell swoop. He frantically tried to stop his boss's screaming, whipping out an ice pack from somewhere. He stopped suddenly as his gaze was drawn over to the where they kicked the girl to. The gang's eyes widened in shocked horror as the girl that had been stabbed in the heart suddenly stood up, staring over at them with powerful glowing green eyes.

"W-What da' hell are you?!" The bulky man exclaimed, falling backwards in fear. The other lackeys turned to follow the man's gaze, their jaws falling open in shock.

Izuku glanced down at her chest, noticing the protruding knife handle connected to the blade that was buried deep into her heart. She eyed the weapon curiously, not feeling any pain from sharp blade. More importantly why wasn't she freaking out? You would think after being stabbed she would be losing it, bleeding out on the ground, screaming in pain. But something in her mind told her it was fine.

Yet she was fine. It was a weird feeling, knowing that you had been stabbed yet unable to feel the pain that should be associated with it. Without thinking she took hold of the handle and pulled the knife out, the blood covered blade clattering uselessly onto the ground below. Her hands were covered in her own blood, and her dress was stained red. She tried to feel where the stab wound was, only to come across smooth skin where the hole once was.

"S-She's a monsta'! What kinda' quirk let's you take a knife to da' heart?!" The bulky man screamed in horror as he bolted out of the alley, leaving his badly wounded boss to his fate. Izuku actually found it amusing, seeing such a large imposing man run in terror from a girl like her. The blood covered girl started giggling to herself, unable to hold back her amusement. But in this situation her giggles terrified the men even more, and they tripped over each other as they tried to run away, tails metaphorically tucked between their legs.

"D-Dis' ain't o-ova'!" The boss shakily shouted as his men hurriedly dragged him away, his shouts quickly drowned out by the sound of the rain.

The alleyway had become eerily quiet, as Izuku suddenly found herself alone again. Izuku made her way back to the road, dim street lights lighting up the darkness. She looked up to the rain cloud covered sky above, it's dreary colors making her uncomfortable. She use to love rainy days, yet for some reason she really wished that the sun was out right now instead. She was actually starting to feel a little weak, which was starting to concern her. As far as Izuku currently knew about her new quirk, she was unkillable, and didn't get tired or worn down from anything that had happened so far. So why was she now starting to feel something? The feeling wasn't much, but it was closer to her knowing that she was starting to get tired.

She didn't know what to think, and she was worried about that. But she didn't have time for that right now. She needed to get back to her house to tell her mother that she was aliv-... Not dea-... Undead, yeah, that sounds better. She needed to get back home to tell her mother that she was Undead, and that her quirk had finally shown up! She took a step down the side of the road, before she realized that she wasn't wearing her dress anymore.

"Oh dangit..." Izuku mumbled as she looked down. The straps on her dress had finally come undone, and the main part of her dress was now hanging around her waist, completely exposing the upper half of her body. She quickly wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to give herself some sort of modesty in this situation. "T-Those stupid pervs... Ruining my dress..." She mumbled to herself as she made her way down the darkened road. It wouldn't be long now before she finally made it back to her neighborhood, and it was still dark, so that chances of her being seen was at an all time low for now...

Bloodshot eyes stared forward at nothing in particular, portraying a bored and annoyed expression that was hidden behind disheveled light blue hair. Dried out cracked fingers repeatedly tapped on the hardwood bar table, the noise echoing off the walls of the room. A low grumble escaped from cracked lips that seemed unhealthy colored and excessively split. A hand that had many splits and cracks scratched at a scarred pale white neck that looked like it had been itched raw many a time.

"Kurogiri, give me the new recruit roster." This man was Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the underground guild of Villains oddly enough named The League of Villains. He was currently residing in his hidden lair that was designed like a fancy pub. Shigaraki had been looking for new people to recruit into his league, but was having issues trying to find anyone that wasn't completely useless.

Across the bar stood a rather strange looking man, although making that distinction was quite difficult to say the least. Where a head would normally be, was a dark purple mist cloud that was highlighted by the two yellow lights that shined like some sort of eyes. The mist-like man was wearing an expensive looking butler outfit with a large metal bracer around where his neck would be. He also seemed unable to put down the cup that he had been cleaning for the past ten minutes, most likely a nervous tick of some sort. His name was Kurogiri, second in command in The League of Villains, and also Tomura's personal protection.

"Here you are Master. This is the latest list your recruiter managed to throw together." Kurogiri said, handing over a pile of papers to the blue haired man. Tomura lazily glanced through the list, mentally marking off all the useless people.

"Toto Moto, age twenty two. Quirk, can make sparks from his fingers. Two accounts of failed robbery... Seriously? What a waste of time." Only a few names in and he already hated what his recruiter had found.

"Cathay Lockly, age nineteen. Quirk, able to shoot weak lasers from her eyes. Three failed attempts of purse theft... How completely stupid..." Tomura tapped his fingers on the bar counter, his already bad mood taking a dip.

"Jingjing Moomoo, age 27. Quirk, able to turn his hair into fur- Fuck this!" Tomura suddenly exploded. "Everyone on this list is useless! Who the hell even made this list?!" He growled out, making the paper in his hands turn to dust. Kurogiri sighed, his yellow mist eyes lowering expressively.

"Your new recruit made that list. You sent him out after deeming him useless..." Kurogiri explained as he went to grab a dust pan to clean up the disintegrated paper. Tomura growled at the reminder as he returned to tapping the bar counter.

"Well he's done a good job of proving me right..." The blue haired Villain grunted. He was so annoyed right now. "... I mean how hard is it to find actually useful people?!" Tomura ranted angrily.

"Please be patient Master. I'm sure you'll find a suitable recruit soon enough." Kurogiri said from across the counter. He was worried that Tomura was going to flip out if he didn't get any good news soon. And when he got angry, usually someone wound up dead as a pile of ash. Not that Kurogiri cared who his Master killed, but it just meant more for him to clean up later. Disintegrated people tended to be quite a nuisance to clean up after, and the smell wasn't pleasant at all.

"I'm tired of waiting, Kurogiri! I can't do anything to this messed up society if I don't have the right people!" Tomura snapped back his response, tapping his finger aggressively on the counter. He was totally going to make that new recruiter of his disappear someday soon. The man had proven to be useless in his effort, and Tomura didn't have the time or energy to deal with useless people. "I swear I'm going to kill that guy if he doesn't come back with-!" He was suddenly cut off when the door to his secret pub flew open, and the man he was just talking about ran in with a few of his lackeys in tow.

Kurogiri glanced over to the men, his eyes narrowed at the ground. "You're ruining Master Tomura's carpet." That statement alone brought fear into the hearts of the group. It was no secret in the league that Tomura tended to kill those that truly annoyed him, as well as those that ruined his secret pub. This was his one and only true place that he felt at home, and so he defended it as so.

The group snapped their gaze over to Tomura who was angrily tapping his finger into the bar table. Not a good sign. They were already on the chopping block, so they needed to chose their next few words carefully. The group looked to each other, too afraid to say anything. Yet one of the lackeys shakily spoke up, hoping to bring some relative good news to the League leader.

"M-Master Shigaraki! W-We've brought s-some news on a-a potential r-recruit!" The lackey spoke up, making his little group to a double take. This wasn't what they came back to report, yet this seemed like the only way out of this situation alive. Tomura didn't seem to hear the man, as he continued angrily tapping the bar table. The man took a shaky breath before speaking up again. "W-We don't know her name, b-b-but-!" He flinched back in fear when Tomura's table cracked from the pressure. "S-She was crazy! She t-tore a chunk out of Johnny's h-hand with her teeth, and k-Kicked him away like she had s-super strength! A-And then s-she took a knife to the heart and brushed it off like it was nothing!"

The bar fell silent when the words left his mouth. Kurogiri stopped cleaning his glass, staring over at them in shock. The purple mist man silently went back over what the man had said. He had to have been lying right? The chances of someone getting their heart stabbed and living was impossible. That and the fact that he said she brushed off the attack like it was truly nothing, that was a worrying thought. Kurogiri glanced back over to Tomura, seeing how his master would react to that news.

Tomura was intrigued. It had been quite a while sense the last time he was truly interested in another person in general. After hearing nonstop news of all these useless people, it was quite a breath of fresh air to learn of someone so interesting. His dried lips curved into a grin, one of a person that wasn't completely there in the head.

"Really now?" Tomura asked, a lilt in his voice that made the men shiver in fear. That was the sound of Tomura when he wanted something, and he wasn't going to stop until he got it within his grasp. "Tell me more of this potential new recruit." It wasn't a request, and they knew it.

"W-Well she um.. There were t-these horrible looking s-scars running across her face, a-almost as if her face had been smashed into the g-ground before... She h-has uh, wild dark green h-hair and uh.. H-Her eyes... You couldn't m-miss that part, w-with the way they glowed bright g-green..." The man was shaking now, whether due to having to recall that encounter, or the fact that Tomura was focusing all his attention on him. He didn't know which was worse. "A-And her teeth... T-They were as sharp and jagged a-as diamonds! They t-tore through Big Johnny's hand like butter!"

Tomura glanced over to the large muscled man who was cradling his messed up bloody hand, he could clearly see a large bite mark indented into the man's hand where he was missing a large chunk. "Interesting... Very interesting... Kurogiri, do you suppose that this girl may have more then one quirk?" Tomura inquired, turning back to the butler. Misty yellow eyes narrowed in what must have been thought.

"Potentially. But it may also be a quirk that works in a way that makes it seem like many quirks at once." Kurogiri pondered, rubbing the wine glass clean. Tomura's eyes narrowed in thought. What Kurogiri said might be true, and the girl might just have a quirk that works in a multipurpose way. Then again, she could somehow have more then one quirk. But the chances of that being true was very low, as the overall number of Humans born with more then one quirk was less then ten worldwide. "This requires more information for me to make an accurate answer, Master." Kurogiri informed with a sigh.

"Tsk... I'll have to look into it personally. In the meantime, please clean up after the mess..." Tomura said, a wild grin on his face. Kurogiri sighed in exasperation, already preparing to clean up after the soon to be dead bodies. The faces of the men turned into shocked horror as Tomura walked towards them, his hand out ready to kill. The group stumbled back in fear, trying and failing to escape the room.

"W-W-Wait! M-Master Tomura! P-Please have mercy!" The bulky man begged as he tripped backwards in fear. Tomura's grin widened as he approached the downed man.

"I don't have mercy." He responded with a evil laugh, as he reached out and grabbed the face of the man. The group screamed in horror as the man named Big Johnny was painfully disintegrated from the face down. They clawed relentlessly at the doorway in an attempt to escape what was surely a painful death, but to no avail. Tomura turned his attention onto the group that had tried and failed to escape in time. "Who wants to go next?" He asked with a wild grin.

Inko Midoriya let out a depressed sigh as her gaze drifted to the living room window, heavy rain drops pelting the thin pane of glass. Small tears rolled down her cheeks as her mind once more went over the fact that she was once again alone in life. She had spent the better part of yesterday crying her eyes out to her friend and next door neighbor, Mitsuki Bakugo.

The other woman had been there the moment she heard the news, and had comforted the despairing mother the best she could. But she was still a Bakugo, and definitely wasn't the best at doing those kinds of things. Even then, both mothers found comfort together, and Inko was truly grateful for that. However Inko hadn't had the chance to talk to the other woman today, as she was busy... Talking with her son, Katsuki.

Inko couldn't even bring herself to be truly angry at the boy. She had seen for herself how torn up he had been after what happened. Those two had been best friends when they were younger, always playing together whenever they could. But that of course changed when Izuku was diagnosed as quirkless, and since that day Katsuki had been different towards her. But even after all that had changed between them, Izuku could never leave him. Of course because of that, Mitsuki and Inko were still friends to this day.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Inko practically jumped out of her skin at the sound of someone knocking on her front door. She placed a hand over her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. She got up off her couch and slipped on her light green slippers before making her way towards the door. The sky outside flashed bright as thunder roared in the distance, shocking poor Inko. The news only warned about a simple rain storm, and not an intense thunderstorm. Inko swallowed her nerves and slowly made her way to the door, almost jumping when whoever it was started knocking again.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

''W-Who would be coming over this late...'' The mother mentally questioned, racking her brain for some kind of answer. Inko felt some sort of trepidation come over her as she approached her front door, unaware of who was waiting on the other side. She felt her hand shake when she reached out to the door handle, turning it open slowly. The door swung open with a creek, and her eyes were momentarily blinded by another flash of light. The mother rubbed the blinding spots away before focusing on the person standing before her. It was hard to tell in the dark, but her eyes weren't deceiving her.

"H-Hi... Mom..."

Chapter-3-END