《UnKnown》Plan to escape (3)
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I walk off quickly trying to think of an convincing suicide note. Maybe eat someone and write a suicide note from that, maybe that bully. Yeah I'll eat that bully, it'll take care of my hunger and be perfectly reasonable. I run to the bridge and rip out a blank page from my notebook and write
I can't live anymore,
I killed some one,
They might have bullied me but I murdered them and ate them,
Mom, Kacchan , Auntie and Uncle I'm very sorry for being a trouble.
I cant live with this burden.
I stuff the note in my bag and head over to were the bully said to meet him at, currently hes under the impression I'm scared of Kacchan. God were is that ally. After walking around for what feels like forever I finally find him, alone?
"S-s-sorry I'm l-late." I stutter out.
"Yeah you better be or this will be worse than usual, I'll get Katsuki to help me."He says weirdly. I think he has a weapon he want to use. On cue he pulls out a baseball bat. I sigh. I have to kill him quickly so none sees. Right before he turns around so face me I tackle him to the ground. Shit shit shit what can I use as a weapon. It's an alley so it must have some type of broken bottle. I quickly feel around for a bottle. I feel something. I quickly grab it and hit him in the head and neck multiple times, turns out it was his bat.
(gore)
Once I confirm he's dead I start to eat him. I start by ripping his arms and legs off.He has the same taste as beef but They were only okay. Then I go into the chest and feel for the heart. I've never been able to get my hands on one. I bite in, definitely the best part. I eat it quickly. Then I start eating other parts. Finally the end and its the head. I just try to grab the brain out it comes out partially. It was good.
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I finally stand up covered in blood. I drag the 'body' but its just bloody bones and other parts I didn't want to a near by dumpster and throw it away.
(gore over)
I need to contact Tomu~kun and ask him if Kuro~san can pick me up. I check my contacts on my phone and find 'Tomu~Kun'.
(m=Izuku and t = Tomura)
M: can you pick me up at the same ally sensei picked me ad kacchan up from before.
T: sure but mind me asking why
M: I ate my bully
T: no more is needed to be said
With that a portal appeared and I step in and am greeted by a Tomu~kun that looks disgusted.
"I thought you were joking about eating your bully." Tomu~Kun says.
"Never" I reply cheerfully."I just need some clean clothes and to place my suicide note."
"We have some spare clothes for you and then placing the note would be easy." Tomu~kun says while bringing me to a closet.
"There should be something that should fit you." Then Tomu~kun leaves and I search through the closet and pick out a black hoodie, green t-shirt, skinny jeans and I keep my red shoes. I step away from the closet and see that this place must be a bedroom. I quickly change and rush out to place my note.
"Kuro~san can you teleport me to the bridge near were you picked me up?"
"Sure Izuku." Then he opens a portal.
"Hmm okay." I say as I go into the portal, I place the note and leave.
Damn nerd, has he really got to do it so quickly. I know if we sit on it something bad would happen but still, Aunt Inko's last sight of Deku is him dragging me away. Well I am going to start 1 week of hell. I open the door and walk in hoping to just go to bed early and thankfully today is one of those days were the old hag and dad are out. I make it to my room and just go to bed.
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I wake up to the old hag screaming for me while I hear sobs. I rush out and see the old hag with Aunt Inko who is bawling her eyes out.
"What happened?!?" I ask even if I knew what accorded I still cant let them fucking know.
"I-I-I-Izuku h-h-he c-c-c-ommit-tted s-s-suic-cide." Aunt Inko struggled to say between sobs.
"What." I feel tears come to my eyes. I run to hug Aunt Inko. She accepts the embrace.
"Kastuki, you loved him didn't you." Old hag says.
"Of course, damn nerd why did he have to do it," I still fucking cry for him as it feels so real.
Day 1. I didn't go to school. I wasn't up to it and the old hag understood. I repeat in my head Deku isn't dead but it doesn't help. Now I realize how much Deku meant to me. I'm just in bed hugging a pillow that has one of Deku's t-shirts on it. These 7 days can't go fast enough.
Day 2. I went to school but it was worse than expected. There was press every were trying to get info. The damn extras are trying to paint them selves as innocent. I get a mic shoved into my face and asked if I knew Deku and the extra he killed.
"Yeah I knew them both. Izuku was bullied by most of the class the other part ignored him. Ignore the shitty extras who claim to be his friend. I was his only friend. The extra Deku killed was the main bully. He was an ass like this entire school, only thinking of someone as their quirk." Only think I said all day.
Day 3. Today was Saturday so I stayed at home hugging that pillow and watching movies.
Day 4. I basically did the same thing as yesterday.
Day 5. The press was gone thankfully but my class was THANKING Deku's death. I truly miss that quirk obsessed broccoli boy.
Day 6. One more day. I now truly agree that this was the best choice, people don't care about anything else about someone but their quirk. My teacher asked what was wrong, I just said I lost my only friend. That's all I said today. The old hag is also worried about me because all I do is sleep or cry with that pillow.
Day 7. I have my note in my bag then just 6 more hours of school. All I want to do is see him. I had an outburst in class but everyone excused it.
I make my way to the same bridge Deku faked his suicide at. I'm just waiting for a black portal and then I'm done. I go to the edge and look down. wondering if jumping would be a good idea. Then I heard a portal sound, snapping me out of my trance. I looked around and saw the black mist. I place my note and to with him.
(1199 words)
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