Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

64 || Silence

Eraser Head could hear Shinso's screams and cries through the trees. He knew that Puppet would offer him no mercy, but to him, it sounded like it was just pure torture.

He hadn't been able to get further into the forest because of Puppet's souls; they kept blocking his way and pushing him back.

After not too long, Shinso's screams died out. That meant one of a few things: either Puppet finished her stitches, he was unconscious, or he was dead. Any of them were plausible.

A few minutes later, the souls stopped fighting back. Now, they had started to surround Eraser Head and herd him in a specific direction.

A few times, the hero had tried to leave the perimeter that the souls had created. His attempts led to the souls becoming more aggressive again, and so he was forced to move where they wanted.

After a while, the souls one by one began to lag behind and fall away from the group until the pro hero was left walking alone.

As he kept walking, he came to a small clearing in the trees.

And there, in between two trees, hanging suspended by strings wrapped around his arms, was Shinso. A single string around the teen's neck kept his head elevated so Eraser Head could see Puppet's handiwork.

Shinso's lips were swollen and sewn together by black strings, blood dripping from the punctures. Tear-streaks stained down his face, from his eyes to his chin. To finish off the look, there were two crimson red dots painted in blood onto his cheeks like he was a doll—no, a puppet.

Eraser Head's stomach churned. Puppet had mimicked the look of her own mask onto Shinso's face.

Carefully, the pro hero reached out and placed two fingers on the pulse point on the teen's neck. He found the pulse to be normal, which gave him a small sense of relief.

Behind him, Eraser Head didn't notice as Puppet stepped out from behind the trunk of a tree.

"Do you like my masterpiece?" she asked.

Immediately, the pro hero whipped around and, without thinking, threw an end of his scarf at her. The capture weapon wrapped around her shoulders, and he pulled her roughly to him.

He grabbed her by the arms and held her in front of him. He activated his quirk, erasing her powers on instinct.

"Mad are we~?" Puppet asked tauntingly, raising an eyebrow.

Furious — he was beyond words. Though Shinso was still alive, he was hurt immensely by her, his mouth sewn shut.

Eraser Head's grip on Puppet tightened to the point where it hurt the muscles in his forearms.

She seemed unfazed by his harsh grip. "It is reversible, just painful."

"You had no reason to put him through that," he snarled.

"Well it hurt you, didn't it?" she asked teasingly.

She was right; by hurting his student, she was getting a reaction out of the teacher. She was using his relationships, trying to see if it was something that would get under his skin.

Eraser Head cautiously loosened his hold. I need to keep my emotions in check.

Puppet calmly pulled away from his grip and walked over to the purple-haired teen. Why the erasure hero didn't stop her, he had no idea.

The villain went behind Shinso and cut the string holding his head up, his head bobbing limp with no support. She lifted his head back up and started to rub his temples in circular motions. It was like she was trying to soothe any pain he might be feeling.