17 Demonstration

Oliver made his way through the place, only one had the quirk he needed to worry about and the kid was already knocked out.

Stepping into the room with three of them, his footfalls silent as he stepped forward, bringing the knife around he grabbed the forehead of the man he knew who had the blinding quirk.

The sudden sounds made the other two turn to Oliver, seeing him grabbing one of them. They started to get up before they watch as Oliver used his knife to cut into the eyes of the guy, his scream deafening over the sound of the T.V. as he watched the other two freeze at the sight. This was a world where such shows weren't seen often, torture? The common street thug wasn't able to hold themselves together. Once he had finished cutting the eyes, he threw the knife forward.

The large blade sank into the calf muscle of the one who could move fast and with a scream he hit the ground, gripping at his leg. He then easily jumped over the couch and flying superman punched the other guy with a minor taste quirk right across the jaw, breaking it. With all three of them mutilated, or on the ground.

Oliver grabbed the one he just punched by the broken jaw, a wail coming out from him as Oliver brought him up to look at him. Oliver's usual soft brown eyes, so loving, so inviting to those he cared for now almost as black as coals, reflecting the fear the man held in his eyes because of Oliver, right back to him.

"You, which one of you grabbed the girl?" Oliver's question came out like a hot iron, making the guy flinch. The man he held was hesitant to answer so Oliver let go of his jaw then grabbed the man's hair, kicking off the floor and jerking the man's head downwards and towards himself. Oliver's knee smashed into the man's nose before his voice roared.

"POINT!"

Without hesitation this time the man raised his hand to point at the one who had his eyes cut out.

Holding the man's hair he dragged him over to lean him up against the wall, dragging the one he had put a knife in over as well.

Once he got them both leaning against the wall, he yanked the knife, not being kind about the sawed edge out of the speedster's leg, and then brought it down, blade first into the taste guy's leg, making sure both of them couldn't walk. ''Both of you are going to watch this, as a demonstration. What happens when you mess with a King, I will make sure you spread the word. In prison, on the street, on the news. If a little girl isn't safe from the common thug, then this world isn't safe from me."

The one he had smashed twice in the face only nodded, what else was he supposed to do?

The one with the wounds in both legs now however only glared hard at Oliver as he walked over to the man still clutching his face, screaming.

Walking around the couch he grabbed the guy's head and pulled him back against the couch, watching the two against the wall. ''Don't worry, he'll live... I'll make sure he does."

That is when Oliver grabbed one of his hands, pulling it upwards and towards him, his index and thumb locked at the index nail of the poor now blind guy. Before tearing the nail off, no ceremony, like a bandaid. The scream only increasing in volume

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Outside, we see a happy Princess sitting on the trunk of a police car, her feet swinging merrily in her slip-on shoes while she eats the messiest hotdog known to man, it was a foot long, covered in ketchup, mustard, pickle bits, bacon, and the only reason she wasn't getting food on herself was because of Aoi. Using her minor quirk of telekinesis to pull away from the food before it fell, only to be demanded to put them back on so Himiko could finish them. Aoi only smiled, before, at the same time Himiko spoke, she responded as well.

""Never waste good food!'''' Aoi giggled while Himiko nodded.

"You would think, if you can follow such a simple rule from Oliver like that, you'd also stop drawing beneath his desk, wouldn't you?"

The princess harumphed. ''He loves my drawings, I'm just making his desk prettier!"

Aoi smiled as she leaned in, whispering. "Then, between the three of us? I think he loves them too."

Himiko beamed, turning to look to Ko, the bald-headed man, and Aoi had come when Kiga called.

Aoi like a demon had demanded they go to the scene, only to find a bouncing Himiko and the Chief as they both barked back and forth, a conversation only the two of them understood it seemed. When Himiko said she was still hungry, Ko was the one who had to leave to do so, other Kings were already in the area, the shadows, the alleys.

Tomoki and the 'Ladyboy' who was named Ruko were standing closer to them but out of the way. Tomoki had come in case any things needed to be 'Redacted' from everything around them, and Ruko had come to incase his skills with calming people down was needed, but they were both trained to fight as well. No one but the Kings knew but at the current moment. They were ready for war, either it is against a small-time thug or the world. When they had heard the Princess had even been slight 'inconvenienced.' All of them had murder on their minds.

Only did they feel relax when they saw her smiling happily, eating a hotdog, and enjoying life like a kid her age should. A picture of this to the 'King' group chat helped a lot of people calm down.

(Pa-treon.)