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In his defense it wasn't quite his fault...well not entirely...it's not like he asked to be-...no he...he didn't deserve to be upset about it. He should have known better than to let the guy catch him... and now? 78 people were turned to stone...and the best part about this fucked up situation? The guy wasn't even one of them. So it was fucking useless anyways.
He growled and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the display and shoved it in his pocket. He knew an employee saw him, not like he cared anyways. What are they going to do? Call the cops on a homeless, shoplifting vagrant in their store? Yea probably but it matters. Not like they need another reason to arrest him after what he did…
It had been 7 weeks 3 days, 5 hours and 57 minutes since it happened...he counted every second he went uncaught a victory... after all...it's not like he was ever going to be free after they caught him…
He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the police sirens. 'stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!' he chided himself. Already running out of the store and into the street. He could hear yelling behind him.
He kept running. He wasn't going to be caught Today... and they weren't going to be turned to stone either! He may be a suicidaily stupid vigilante but he's not an idiot! The more he turned people to stone the harder they'd look to him…
Not that most of the top hero's where even alive now….
"No fear! For I am h-! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!-" silence.. and just like that, the number one hero was taken down...turned to motionless stone like 77 other people…
He shivered at the memory...but...it's not like it was all bad…it's not like he was going to get caught anytime soon...not when his quirk was out of control. And yea he's surprised too. His useless snake hair quirk turned into a fucking medusa rip-off. Everywhere he looks he turns people to stone...his snakes hissed at him. "Mooore fooooooddsssss!" Oh and there was that too! They fucking talked now! It used to be pointless hissing and spitting but now? It was full-on conversations and arguments! It worst part? Only he could understand them! Cool right!? WRONG! Very fucking wrong. Everytime he responded to them he looked insane! And better yet! They never. Stopped. Talking!
He sighed and they hissed at him to keep moving. He was in an alleyway now catching his breath. That's when he heard it. Swift movement of feet on concrete rooftops, the swish of fabric…He only had time to think 'oh shit' before it rappted around him and the snakes went blissfully quiet and still. It...was almost relieving when it happened..like his desperate bid for freedom was over...like he had Become safe..it was only a lie though..he knew he wasn't safe…He was never safe…
"You look shorter in person." They huffed.
He sighed, he knew he'd have to move before re-enforcements got here…but he was too tired… "hard to grow when your homeless, you should know that." He said tiredly. He'd been running non stop for weeks now, running on 3 hours (if he was lucky) every 2 days. He was I all intense and purposes tired as fuck.
he could hear the confusion from the hero as he asks "why aren't you fighting back, Gargoyle? Are you really that tired of running?"
"Aren't you tired of chasing me? Your the one who's been chasing me for weeks now. I mean take a nap or something."
Eraserhead just sighed "kid, this wouldn't be happening if you hadn't turned over 70 people to stone."
He was leaning against the wall now. He was tied up, literally. He didn't have his mask on so he could only hope to God that eraser didn't come down from the rooftop...he would be a goner for sure if he did…
He breathed in...he had to get out somehow...he breathed out...there are was no way around this was there?...He breathed in...he'd have to turned him to stone…he breathed out.."I..I don't want to do this...just know- I...I'm sorry…"
He looked up...his hood fell...his snakes hissed...his stomach dropped….his eyes shown with tears...
'goodbye eraserhead...'
His tearful viridian met Peircing crimson. They didn't turn grey... It was... strange he supposed...to look Someone in the eye and not turn then to stone..it was...almost normal...but… it was his only way out. So he kept staring... second after second. He saw eraser slowly losing the staring contest…
It would be his last mistake.
That... while true...scared him. Would he really just kill this man just do he could what? Have a few more days of freedom? Did he even deserve it? The answer of course was no. But...it was to late to turn back right? To late to-
"Kid, it's not too late."
That was bullshit. It was. He had already killed 78 people..what was one more…if he could just get him to blink this would be easier-
WOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOO!!!
Oh fuc- "POLICE! GET ON THE GROUND!"
That's when eraserhead messed up. He should've kept his eyes open. He should've knocked him out instead of talking to him... should've... should've.. should've…it was useless thinking this but it still...he was to slow...to fast to blink...too...too fucking useless to save the people right infront of him...they were stone now and Gargoyle was GONE. Fucking out there killing people with a quirk he couldn't control. And yea he may still be a child but he (should've) been old enough to Control it...thats what he hated. He could say with such certainty that he didn't mean too. The kid didn't mean to turn people to stone…
He had been a...well not particularly nice vigilante but still that. A vigilante. Someone that by definition helped people, illegally or not he could tell the kid cared about people... though how much varied from case to case. He had saved someone he said hates his guts. Not just any person does that. Certainly not a person who had turned over 80 people to stone on purpose...no matter the reason he thought- no he knew that gargoyle would rather die than kill someone, no matter how bad. He may seem cold and is by definition a "sassy problem child" but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve to be helped or understood.
He took another swag of his beer. Hizashi was sleeping when he got home. And he didn't particularly want to wake him up. So that left him with two options: call nemuri or get punch ass drunk. He choose the latter option. He was on his 5th glass and he was undoubtedly drunk to hell. He didn't fucking care. His body felt heavy and his head light. He needed sleep.. hizashi would be a nice pillow…
He got up and went to their bedroom... hizashi was fast asleep...he looked so adorable with his hair down...he let himself have a moment I happiness as he climbed in and snuggled into hizashi's chest...he hoped tommorow would be better…