Quick Silver gave a deep, pained groan in the back of his throat.
Without another word he walked up to the wall, placed his head
against it- and groaned again. Groan. Smacking head into wall.
Groan. Why? Pain.
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The hall was empty. Silent. The pristine white walls glowed in the
faint light of the flickering lightbulb which lay askew, the only
source of warmth in the entire passageway. Up ahead, the doors to
the room were ajar, one of them hanging off its hinges...
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"What happened here?" Their voice was low, barely a whisper as they
inspected the doors. "Looks like we might not have to worry about
telling them what happened."
The entire wall was blown out. Half bricks remained embedded in the
walls, forming a jagged passageway into the alley where the agent
with the Mouse Mask had hidden. White clumps of plaster were spread
across the floor.
But the worst part... was the blood.
Blood splattered the bricks. The walls. The plaster on the floor.
Even the dim lightbulb was coated in the stuff, the light pushing
past the dried blood, the colour like rust.
Someone had attacked.
Someone had destroyed the station.
Someone had killed someone... and only Quick Silver and Zuzu had
been spared from this bloodbath.
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Quick Silver poked his head inside. His eyes went round. "Holy
crap," he breathed. "Holy crap..." He took a step inside, and a
cracking sounded beneath his feet. He stepped off, revealing...
The shattered lens of the glasses which had belonged to the man
with the hearing quirk.
Quick Silver gagged, quickly backing off it, and against the wall.
"Oh my god- Zuzu-" He rubbed a hand ferociously over his face,
trying to rub away the tears starting. "They killed them... they
took them from us... They..."
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Quick Silver fell still at last. He looked between Zuzu and the
demolished wall. "We're... really in trouble now, aren't we?" He
tried to chuckle, but it sounded more like a sob.
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Tashi looked at them, their face sallow and tired. "Do we... have
the strength, though?" he asked quietly, almost more to himself.
"To combat their strength? To fight the media? To prove we're
heroes, even though we failed everyone here..?"
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"And if we lose our licenses? What happens to the people then?
We'll be arrested for illegal quirk use." Tashi was shaking
slightly, angry. "Did you even think about that?"
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Tashi shook his head. But he managed a small smile. "Yeah. I guess
we have to, huh?" He gave them a sideways glance and a
slight nod. It seemed to be saying: I'm with you. Even if I
disagree. "I have some people back home... I can't let them
down, y'know? I'm sure you do too..."
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Tashi shivered and didn't respond. A cold gale gusted in through
the open window, rattling their bones and setting their teeth on
edge. At last, Tashi responded. "Well... we could try contacting
the hero's association. Get backup, maybe someone with a tracking
quirk."
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