Several years ago...
A boy with unruly brown hair was crying in his room, a room, posters of heroes dotted his room, some of the gifts desired, others were imposed and it was always the same hero, his father....
His tears flowed abundantly from his red and swollen eyes. He was barely 4 years old and he was already having to endure the incessant blows of a life he had never asked for...
The little one had just turned four years old and his Quirk might wake up in a few months, maybe in a few weeks or even a few days...
He could distinctly hear his mother being beaten by his father in the living room, with deliberately extreme violence.
The atmosphere of the house was oppressive, ochre , almost sticky... like a bad horror movie.
"You're just a slut! You cheated on me with my own brother!" he yelled in hatred. "Why huh?!? Is it because he's a higher hero than me?!"
"He didn't see me as an object, he didn't abuse my quirk when he needed it, you'll never be like him!" yelled Miko as she dragged herself to the ground, her face swollen from the blows.
"What do you think?!" shouted the so-called hero as he pulled Miko by the hair
"arghhh!" she screamed in pain as she tried to free herself.
"Without me, without my help, you would already be stoned by the whole neighborhood because of your cursed Quirk! Your father threw you away and I was the one who picked you up damn it!! Without me, you're nothing, you're a villain for all his assholes!"
"You're a disgrace, you don't deserve Mamoru, you're a piece of shit, a dirty condom residue! Fuck you!!" Miko yelled, the urge to project a wave of mind control at her was itching to the core.
"Bitch!! her husband yelled, his eyes ejected with blood, drooling like a rabid dog as he turned his hand into a bat with his bones.
"Mom!!" Mamoru screamed as he rushed to his mother, holding her close to him with the energy of despair that washed over him.
"Mamoru! Don't stay here, he's going to kill you!" exclaimed Miko as she pushed him away. Her husband pawed in rage as he brutally grabbed Mamoru to drive him away.
"Your mother is a villain, Mamoru! Let justice triumph!" he yelled.
Mamoru struggled violently, as his father squeezed his arm violently.
"Mamoru! Don't make me think of you as a villain too!" he yelled angrily.
"You're the villain, Dad! I hate you when you hurt mom!"
"You don't understand anything, Mamoru!"
"Mamoru!" Miko yelled as she held him back, her eyes swollen with blood and tears.
As she shook her son's hand with all her strength, Miko was overcome with incredible strength, his gray eyes widened in astonishment as an inner voice screamed at him: control... destroy...Control all!
A purple mental wave erupted from her house and spread throughout the neighborhood. Everyone was instantly checked!
Miko stood still, holding her son close to her. Her husband was kneeling on all fours, like a docile little dog. She had just understood an important thing...
With her son, she was invincible... She was going to control everything and destroy everything... Control and destroy.
"The civilians, the heroes, all will be my slaves..." she whispered with a disturbing smile.
.........…
Mamoru was lying in a hospital bed, his body was bandaged all over after the attack of deku, a few days ago... He and his mother would soon be taken to Tartarus, they had lost, they were not invincible...
"Mom..." Mamoru murmured with tears in his eyes.
"My Quirk is called: Evolution... It allows me to evolve the Quirks of others, to create a forced awakening in the person with whom I have prolonged physical contact... But the price to pay is that an Evolve Quirk becomes corrupted and corrupts its user, whether the Quirk is harmless or not..."
" Mom told me that the Hero Commission, if they got their hands on me, could use my Quirk for their personal accounts..." Mamoru thought as he looked at his room, dull gray, soulless, just as his life was.
"Maybe it's because of me that mom became like this... the evolution of her Quirk prevented her from walking, she only wanted to control and destroy and I was completely dependent on her presence... Maybe I'm the real villain..."
Mamoru let a few more drops of tears roll down his cheeks. His eyes wandered to the window, watching the sun that softly lit up the whole city. He let out muffled moans…
" I can't... let them take me"
…..
"He's awake, isn't he? Let me talk to him..." said the president of the heroic commission, a forty-year-old with short blond hair, purple eyes shining like diamonds, her posture was firm, dressed in an extremely sober office outfit.
Her face bore the mark of the years, marked by the constant hardness that her job had to require.
She was accompanied by her assistant, a tall man with the head of a violent bulldog, and her secretary, a young woman with blond hair streaked with red streaks.
"indeed, he is awake... I would ask you not to rush him, however, his psychological state is quite unstable," said the doctor, a diplodocus man, firmly.
He led them to the hospital room and gently opened the door.
"Mr. Ayatsuru? His people want to talk to you..." the doctor began before stopping abruptly.
He rushed to Mamoru who seemed to be asleep... But the screen that showed his heart rate showed a green line... Horizontal...
Then the sound: bipppppppppppppp...
"Doctor... How is this possible?" the president asked curtly as the doctor desperately tried to resuscitate Mamoru.
But it was already too late...
From Mamoru's mouth fell a compressed capsule containing a lethal dose of cyanide.
"He had hidden it inside himself, it was voluntary..." began the doctor sadly, clenching his fist.
"The son of a bitch!" the bulldog assistant growled violently.
"What are we doing, Madam?" asked the secretary with detached coldness.
The president just sighed as she looked out the window as the doctor unplugged Mamoru and covered his corpse.
"What we're going to do..." She whispered in a monotone voice before scanning the city, her purple eyes expressed no particular emotion.
To be continued.....