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Ink slowly stood up, blood covered hands dropping to thier sides. The first hero, the murderer of thousands of the quirked lay still below thier feet. The walls of the hero commison building were not closing in on them. There was no internal conflict over killing him. It was a good thing even. They felt almost giddy with excitement. If they were anywhere else they could take off thier mask and laugh. But they were in the hero commison building. And there was a dead hero at thier feet and an 8 year old kid in the hallway.
They walked over to the door, vines of dark red ink peeling off thier skin and coming up to cover thier limbs till all the blood was hidden. They opened the door and grinned. "Hey Greeny. You got the hallways on loop right?"
The kid looked up from his laptop and nodded. He closed the laptop carefully then jumped up to hug Ink. "You call me Intoxication on missions. Just so they don't know remember." Oh right. Smart kid.
"Right almost forgot. Anyway it's time to run kid." He brightened up immediately and detatched himself from thier hug. "Not so fast kid, don't want u getting hurt alright."
"Sorry Ink."
"Its ok Toxxy, gotta cover you though." They scooped up the kid, vines spreading out to cover him. He was ridiculously light for an 8 year old, or maybe Ink was just ridiculously strong for a 14 year old. Either way it was easy to carry him.
They ran along the corridor, laughing freely and loudly when they saw the heroes coming to stop them. "When you go out, you go out with a BANG" They yelled, setting off the bomb attatched to thier stomach. The Ink closed around thier body as they were blasted straight up into the air and through several ceilings, until they finally got up into open sky. Shots fired around them ricocheted off the solid ink as they went into freefall.
Greeny was curled into a tight ball, hanging onto thier neck and unwilling to lift his head. The vines unwound from the pair and stop out to grab onto the tops of skyscrapers and propell them up through the city. This was the age of quirks. And if anyone was gonna be the face of thier war it was them. So they'd take down the heroes, one murderer at a time. An army of living tattoos writhed beneath the skin of every criminal in the city. This was thier war. And they'd do anything to keep thier new siblings safe.
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Ink soared through the sky over the battlefield happily. There was a bullet lodged in thier shoulder but it was ok becuase this was thier last battle anyway. Today was the day they died and that was ok becuase they had already done what they had to. It had been hard, seeing Greeny stop aging at 16, seen how he really was immortal and see how he would never age with them. They were 50 now and he never aged put of being a teenager. But it had been harder to watch Fury die and they'd give anything for him to be immortal too. But the past was the past and now they'd join Fury in whatever happened after death. After 36 long years of fighting, this would end the war.
They let the vines drop and fell down into the battle. Right above his head. Right above the head of the man on which society leaned. The head of the hero commison. And as they fell, bullets shit through thier stomach, as if a falling corpse wouldn't keep its tattoos. And as they fell down the vines extended and thier tattoos took control.
"Heh. Izuku Midoriya, I chose you."
Darkness.