2 America's Hero Society

(3 months later)

After his parents funeral was over, Aiden stood in front of their freshly dug graves and stared at the tomb stones in silence. Throughout the ceremony a multitude of people had come over to him to express their sorrow and pity. But to Aiden their words were nothing but white noise. The scene of his mother's tortured played over and over again in his head as he remembered the heroes just standing there doing nothing. The pictured of what a hero was to him was shattered. In these 3 months there had been nothing short of praises for the heroes who took down the villain while he and his parents were barely mentioned. They were forgotten by the media, just as shadow cast in the light of the heroes deed, an existence made to elevate the status of others, just another family to suffer at the hands of evil.

Standing in the lone cemetery, droplets of rain started to descend upon the earth as the sound of water hitting the ground echoed out.

"Its a shame isn't it." A voice behind Aiden said.

Turning back to look at the person behind, he saw a man dressed in a black suit and holding an umbrella.

Seeing the lifeless look in the boy's eyes the man couldn't help but smile. "Dead parents, no other family and no real inheritance, tsk sucks to be you. But you're alive right? That's something isn't it? Thanks to the oh so brave heroes, here you are. Standing in front of your parents graves while they're out their sipping on champagne and eating in those high class restaurants."

At the mention of the word heroes Aiden's body shook as a glimmer of light flashed in his purple eyes. This didn't go unnoticed to the man as his smile grew wider.

"Do you know what the purpose of a hero is?"

Aiden shook his head in response.

Smiling at his actions the man continued. "If you ask most people they'll say heroes are there to save people, but in reality heroes are nothing more than symbols to represent hope to the masses. In a society where your quirk is everything, being born with a weak ability means you can never be more than you already are. If faced with a situation that you can't handle you'll have no choice but to cower and wait for a hero to rescue you. But you wanna know what the funny thing is?"

He nodded.

"Heroes don't give a fuck about saving people. To them its nothing more than a job, as long as the villain is defeated and brought to justice everyone forgets about those the heroes couldn't save. Not to mention that people are so focused on these so called hero rankings that everything else just fades into the background... But you should already know that shouldn't you Aiden."

"....Who are you." For the first time in months Aiden had finally spoken a word.

"Me? I'm just someone who deals with the scum of society in the right way."

"Are- Are you a hero."

Shaking his head the man crouched down so the umbrella covered both of them.

"Even heroes can be scum, I'm just the one who cleans them up." He smiled.

"Then you're a villain?"

Smiling at the question the man shook his head again.

"In the eyes of the public maybe, but me and my associates also clean up villains just as we do heroes."

In these 3 months Aiden had shed his childlike innocence and naturally knew what he meant when he said "clean up."

"Aiden, show me your quirk."

For some reason Aiden felt like he couldn't go against this man, he felt like there was this connection between the two of them, like he could relate to his suffering at the hands of both heroes and villains. And with that being said, a weird purple-like energy formed around his hands and solidified into the shape of a knife. But unlike a normal knife this one had a purple glow and resembled a blueprint of what a knife would look like. The insides were visible and transparent, if it weren't for the fact that Aiden was physically holding the knife, one would believe that it was nothing but a model knife.

"Hmm... Just like the report said." Looking at the weapon in the child's hand, the man couldn't help but nod in appreciation. Thinking back on the report he had gotten from their contact in the hospital, he couldn't help but remember what it said.

Quirk Examination Report

Name: Aiden Cross

Age: 4

Quirk: Astral Construction

Ability: Subject produces an unrecognized energy within his body that can manifest itself as a purple glow. Due to this energy the subject's eyes have taken on a purple shade and his skin has darkened as if he was tanned.

Subject is capable of utilizing this energy (Known as Astral Energy) to shape and manipulate it into any form he desires. His most common use of his quirk is to create a single knife that was said to resemble one that was held against his throat when his childhood home was attacked.

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Watching the knife dissipate into purple lights, the man looked at Aiden in the eyes.

"Aiden, do you understand the nature of your quirk?"

Aiden naturally didn't as all he saw when he looked at the purple knife was the face of the villain who destroyed his life.

"Your quirk was made for killing. To be able to create a weapon and get rid of it within seconds is the dream of any assassin." Seeing the potential in the boy's quirk, the man had already decided to take him in.

"Aiden, do you remember what that villain did to your mother?"

Vivid memories flashed in Aiden's mind as he merely nodded.

"Do you remember how the heroes watched her die and only stepped in once she had already passed?"

*Nod*

"Your parents were weak, they had shit quirks and relied on heroes to protect them and that lead to their downfall. You don't want to be weak like your parents do you?" The man asked slowly corrupting the boy's impressionable young mind.

Although he didn't understand everything the man was saying, the one thing he understood was that he never wanted to feel so helpless again. Nor did he want to rely on the heroes who couldn't even save a single woman from one villain.

"So Aiden, to ensure that you don't end up like your parents, tell me what you need to do."

Tightening his hands into fists, the memory of his father's death and mother's torture played over and over in his mind. Looking up at the man in front him his voice turned hoarse as he said "Become strong."

"Then come with me." Holding out his hand, the man didn't hide the smile on his face as he saw the birth of his organisation's deadliest assassin in the making.