Akuma Okami (Wolf!Deku)

Prologue

Warnings! I want you to know that this story will have gore, death, and violence. This chapter is no exception. There will be gore early on. If you cannot handle it, then do not read this story. Thank you!

"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Shouting"

Izuku's P.O.V.

"You can't be a hero, kid."
He stood in front of me, my Idol. The number one hero, All-Might. I didn't hear anything else he said after that. How could I? A ringing had filled my ears until I was sure that my head would explode. After a few minutes I became aware that he had left me standing on the roof by myself, heading towards an explosion in the distance. if I weren't so heartbroken at the moment, a part of me would have run towards the explosion, towards the danger. 

But instead, I turned around and made my way off the roof and in the direction of home. I didn't pay attention to where I was going, lost in my thoughts. I hadn't noticed that I had taken a wrong turn until I hit a dead end. Literally. My face smacked into a solid surface, and it took me a moment to realize that what I had crashed into was a wall. Sighing, I brushed myself off, rubbing my slightly-bruised face as I turned around to backtrack. 

I didn't expect what happened next. One minute I was headed towards the opened street, and the next, I was being shoved back into the wall, hard. I lost my breath as I hit the wall with a thud and slid down into a sitting position, too shocked to move. I barley registered the figure in front of me. The one who had sent me crashing back into the wall. Only slight details struck me. Long, sharp claws, twitching movements, and glowing yellow eyes. 

It was his eyes that held my attention once I could think again. They held so much emotion. None of it good. Pain. No, not pain, but agony. And desperation. That alone would have made me wary of him, but it was the last thing that made me paralyzed with fear. It was the look of pure insanity. His eyes glowed with it, and that scared me more that any hatred could. 

I stood slowly, cautious. He was blocking the only way out of the ally, and my back was against the wall. He effectively had me trapped. I tried to move, to slowly make my way around him, but I hadn't even moved a foot when he let out an almost animal-like growl and charged me. I was shocked by the sudden burst of speed that he put on that I didn't have time to dodge his attack, or block it. His claws lodged themselves in the base of my throat with a sickening squelch, and he ripped his hand downwards, tearing through layers of tissue, bone and arteries before pulling his claws free. At first, I felt nothing. Then it all crashed into me, and I dropped to my knees, unable to breath, unable to scream. My last conscious thought was of my mother, who was expecting me back by dinner.

'Sorry, mom' I think to myself, wishing with everything in me that I could see her one last time. Before I passed out, a certain blond flashed across my mind. 'Sorry, Kacchan'. My eyes slip closed as I slowly drift into the sweet black abyss of unconsciousness.  

                                                                                                              

No One's P.O.V.

Naomasa Tsukauchi looked at the brutal scene before him. When he was told that a 14 year old boy was found dead in an alleyway in Musutafu, he didn't expect this. The air in the ally stank of stale copper. The ground was soaked, the wall slightly splattered with red. The body of the boy himself was horrendous. His death was obvious, caused by the three long, deep scratches that reached from his chest to his navel. His body was pale and cold, leaving the detective to believe that he died quite a while ago. But, damn, that must have hurt.