I.K.O, Villain, Finished

‘Why does he not speak?”

“Can’t be sure, he just smiles, perhaps you did too much talking for him when he was younger?”

“Davey was talkative though, but then his quirk manifested and he just . . . stopped”

“Ah his Quirk, Ouroboros, do you know what it does yet?”

“No . . . It’s just spinning on his wrist”

“Hmm, well perhaps we should let him out of the strait jacket?”
“We’ve told you, we can’t do that. He literally eats himself. Since he got that Quirk he stopped speaking and started eating”

A boy sits in a room completely naked; his skins is marked with scars and bite marks, the walls and ceilings are padded with foam. His arms are strapped behind his back; armed guards stand pointing the barrel of their guns at his head. Three guards, the boy slowly counted . . . one . . . two . . . three. A smile crosses his face. Perfect teeth. The child slowly stands, the iron shackles at his ankles jingling on the ground  

“ . . . . . .”

The padded iron door creaks open and a man in a suit enters the room, the child notices how this man doesn’t have that look in his eyes. He’s disappointed, but his smile does not falter. Instead his eyes curiously gaze at the bald gentleman in front of him outstretching his hand. He could bite him, but this man wasn’t like those guards. The child jingled the chains still smiling and the visitor dropped his hand.

“Do you know who I am”

The child titled his head as if to say “No, should I ?“ the gentleman smirks and opens his mouth as if to say something but he stops. He tilts his head towards the guards who still have their guns pointed at the child.

“They say . . . you ate your parents”

The boy freezes his grin dropped to a frown, his head twitching in the direction of his back.

“ . . . D: . . .”

The gentleman looks at one of the guards and they nod. He slowly walks around the boy to see the source of his “Quirk” a tattoo of a snake eating itself. After making his way back to being in front of the child he kneels placing one hand on the ground in front of him and continues speaking.

“You are to be executed in one hour. Your quirk is considered too dangerous for you to be left alive. You were requested to ask for a final meal but requested nothing. Some suspect you are incapable of talking” he stood up and the child’s eyes were locked on the foam in front of him. The man took a few steps back and the child began to smile, taking a few steps forward towards the visitor.

The guards anxiously rested fingers on triggers and the visitor raised his hand.

“Relax, maybe he’s finally going to say something?”

Instead the boy simply scuffed his leg backwards and collapsed in a heap.

“Oh. I broke his spirit. Either way child, as you have not requested a last meal, I have brought you one”

He pulled an apple out of his pocket and left it on the ground. Slowly leaving the room. As he made eye contact with the guard outside he nodded and suddenly began to fade away.

Murahai Takahashi, Japanese International, Quirk: “Perception Manipulation”

The guard who noticed his comrades were slowly backing out of the room, pushed the button next to the door and watched it slam shut trapping them inside.

“John Doe” Quirk: “Identity Theft”

In the cell the three armed men stood stunned, they were trapped inside? One turned to look at the closed door while the others watched the child who was still crouched on the ground. He knocked on the door.

“Hey, is this some sort of joke?” the guard yelled as the other two watched the child slowly begin to rise. Suddenly and without warning, three things happened in quick succession. The first was black mist billowed outwards from the boy filling the room, the second was all the men collapsed immediately as the fumes entered their nostrils and coalesced into tendrils. . .

. . . And the third was a voice emerging from the darkness.

“Ahh, at last, freedom”

The darkness cleared and the unlocked shackles lay on the ground, the key that had been left for him discarded on the ground. A beast stood where the child once was, it’s gleaming white skull and teeth swallowing the dregs of shadow. Muscular leathery flesh tensed and relaxed as it wantonly picked up one of the corpses the flesh now pale and lifeless.

Iko dropped the corpse as the door slowly slid open.

“Delicious”  

A man overlooks the city, standing on a rooftop. He is shirtless, his body scarred with old cuts and bite marks. He has been assumed dead for fifteen years. His captors, after failing at executing him had covered it all up. He knew why it had been so easy, his benefactors had paid for it. An exemplary process. The perfect deception.

Iko had been freed.

For fifteen years his old identity, the child called “Davey” lay dead in a cell. Consumed by the beast known as “Iko” and over those fifteen years. Davey and Iko had become one. Mastery of Ouroboros had not been easy, a cocktail of painkillers had been pumped through his system to survive the physical pain that the Quirk caused on it’s host.

Here he was though. Davey reached out his hand and flexed it at the night sky, each finger curling and stretching. The snake that ran in a perfect loop around his body extended outwards towards his fist and coiled backwards as he dropped his hand.

“Davey” a voice behind him spoke and the man turned smiling at the guest. Fifteen years ago this man had infiltrated the prison he was contained in and broken him out - Murahai Takahashi. Within the bald man’s hand as always he held an enveloped, sealed with wax. Davey knew the deal, his freedom was guaranteed by service and he was okay with that. They let him do what he wanted.

“. . . . . .”  

He took the letter snapping the wax open and his eyes gazed over the contents. Takahashi was already leaving, his Quirk distorting the world and casting himself invisible. Davey pulled a lighter from his jean pocket and slowly began burning the paper, returning to his position on the edge of the rooftop.

Darkness coiled at his fingertips as he raised a burning hand. One hand grabbed the side of his head as the other burning hand paralleled the action grabbing his stomach.  He jumped from the rooftop pulling on his head and stomach, the dark fire engulfing him as the Ouroboros loop was broken.

. . .

Moments later Iko slid a claw against the slide of the building shattering tiles and panes heralding his descent..

“I smell you” and the beast smashed through the glass of a windowpane towards the unsuspecting people within.