Tap, tap, tap, tap.

They were running once again, the pickup guy dragging the boy along as they ran through the back halls of the building, twisting and turning as they made their way towards a back door. A back door the boy knew would be left open for them. A door that the idiot had made sure would be open for what he thought would be his own escape. Instead, there was only the boy and the pickup guy.

This wasn't strange however, far from it. Everything was as it always was. The idiots would drag the boy towards their own deaths and make their murder's escape easy.

The boy didn't care much about that however, what he cared about was on the other side of the door. The driver guy would be waiting there in his special truck, one of the follow along guys waiting with the boy's collar safe in his hands and ready to be put on the boy as soon as he and the pickup guy made it out of the overly large building.

A blast of cold air from the door opening startled the boy out of his thoughts as it cut through the thin suit he was wearing and caught in his wings, tearing his wrist out of the pickup guy's hand, and sending him flying backwards.

He froze, suspended in midair, as his captor stared him down with an unblinking glare. The pickup guy growled, stalking over to where the boy was frozen by his quirk, anger flowing off of him in almost visible waves. Reaching forward to once again grab the boy's wrist he was startled by the sound of a scream echoing from the hall they were just in moments before, causing him to break eye contact with the boy.

The boy fell to the ground hard, shaking in terror as he looked up towards the pickup guy. He wanted to run, to get away from the man, away from the punishment he knew would be coming but he couldn't. If he ran the punishment would be so much worse. They would do the same things to him that they had done to...

The boy curled up upon himself, losing all rational thought as he began to hyperventilate, tears running down his face as flashes of his only friend's blood and screams rang through his head. He couldn't, no, no, No!

The boy flinched violently as he felt the pickup guy's hand wrap tightly around his arm, yanking him back up onto his feet. Then they were moving again, the pickup guy reaching for the door and pulling it open without pause, only for the sight of carnage to be burned into their vision. The driver guy was now laying on the concrete unconscious, his truck nothing but a large flaming scrap of metal as the two follow along guys struggled to fight against a scruffy man with long black hair and an impossibly long scarf that was being used as a weapon.

"It's Eraserhead!" One of the follow along guys yelled, losing his concentration just long enough for him to be quickly knocked out. This was, however, all the pickup guy needed, They had taken the time to plan out how to deal with all of the local heros before starting this operation after all.

Waiting just long enough for the hero's hair to fall in a sign that his quirk was inactive, the pickup guy activated his own quirk freezing Eraserhead on the spot with his eyes closed. "Vulture, now!" Pickup guy yelled as he tossed the boy forward, the only standing follow along guy quickly transforming into an overly large vulture now that the usage of his quirk had been gifted back. Quickly scooping the terrified boy up in his beak the Vulture took to the air, leaving his associate to take out the hero on his own.

The boy held back a scream as suddenly they were high above the city, blending in to the dark night sky as they rocketed along the skyline. He hated being up this high, especially under this guy's mercy. This follow along guy was even more cruel than the pickup guy.

Feeling the beak loosen from around his middle in the tell tale sign he was about to be dropped, the boy tried desperately to hang on, but it was too late. He could feel himself plummeting through the air, falling like a stone as he focused on keeping his wings tight to his sides. If he used his wings now the vulture of a man would be even more rough with him. He had learned long ago that the more he tried to fight back the more the follow along guy would enjoy it and continue.

One of the man's talons wrapped around the boy, flinging him up higher into the air, around and around in circles until he could no longer tell what was up and what was down as once again he was grabbed by the affects of gravity. Out of reflex, the boy's wings snapped open as if to stabilise himself. He knew istantly that it was a mistake. One of the vulture's talons ripped through the thin black membrane of the boy's right wing as it grabbed at him, tossing him right back up into the heights of the night sky.

A shrill cry of laughter came from the vulture, and the boy watched in horror and pain as it flew closer and closer, talons extended and ready to do the same to his other wing.

"N-no," the boy stuttered out in horror as he realized the vulture was aiming for more than just his wing, "No!" The vulture died instantly, transforming back into his human form. That, however, didn't stop the man's momentum. The impact of the follow along guy slamming into the petrified boy sent him skidding across and off the top of a slanted roof, slamming his back into the concrete of an adjacent building. Falling the rest of the way to the ground, and onto a pile of trash bags, the boy grunted in pain silently, badly hurt from the harsh series of collisions.

The tired and battered child slowly lost his consciousness as he lay there, bleeding and unable to move.

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Another chapter, yay! I hope yall enjoyed this chapter, and thanks to all of my favoriters and followers. I'm sorta in the mood to write currently and have a lot of free time, so expect another chapter in about a week or less, but other than that really dont expect set update times. This is a pet project of mine and something that will last for quite a while, however it isnt at the top of my to do list. School and girlfriend take up a lot of time, and im the type of person that looses motivation easily. Just know that all of your reviews and favorites and follows make my day, and that I hope you all have great lives. Also whenever I press enter while editing stuff on fanfic it pastes the word moustache

Like i just did, does anyone know how to fix this? It's really weird and annoying.