MHA: Horizon

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Walking through the halls of Humarise HQ in Otheon, Felct Turn carefully reads the medical reports on his clipboard.

The man was 200cm -6ft8- with a slim build, wearing a white lab coat while speaking with his assistant.

His sister, a Caucasian woman with dark black hair, matching his, but a petite figure beside his tall form.

"Is this the last set?" He asks as they walk down the hallway.

"Yes. If it works on them, then we know it works on almost every type of Quirk."

"Still inconclusive. The few drops of blood we tested from Horizon were…strange."

"How strange?" he asks as they reach the viewing glass.

On the other side of the glass were a dozen children, each wearing medical robes and believing the promise that this facility would help them control their Quirks.

"The blood read as Quirkless," she says. "We assume he has some protocol or trick to make identifying or studying him difficult without his permission."

"Well, we're never asking for his permission. In fact, I don't want us ever interacting with that thing."

"But if we move forward with the plan and he isn't affected by the agent, we have to assume he will eventually find us."

"It won't matter, the great work would have already begun. More believers will take up the task after I'm gone," Flect Turn says as he reaches up to his earpiece. "Begin test on chamber ninety-one."

Shortly after, while some children are in bed, others are having breakfast and a few are playing with toys, joyfully chatting.

A dark green gas begins pouring in from the ceiling.

Flect Turn and his sister watch as the children panic, inhaling the gas, then begin convulsing in pain.

Their screams are muted by the perfectly sealed room, but they see their Quirks running rampant.

Two of the children, previously able to create small flames that would also burn their bodies, twins. Only able to make a candle-sized flame.

Burst into balls of fire.

While they quickly cremate themselves, a girl at the other end of the room clutches her head.

Bleeding from her eyes, nose, and ears as her Telekinetic Quirk pushes against everything around her, including her friend who was on the floor beside her. ℞𝘼𐌽ồ𝖇ĘŠ

His Quirk which allowed him to glow was pushed into overdrive, burning away his skin, at least until she slammed him into the wall hard enough for him to become paste.

A few other children around her suffered the same fate before her brain became mush from the strain.

Across the room, a boy with the Creation Quirk, after inhaling the gas, was unable to stop himself from creating chunks of metal.

Creating so much that all the fat on his body was used up and his Quirk broke the natural, intuitive safety people are usually born with.

Drawing on other energy sources until his body became a husk on the floor, surrounded by rough chunks of iron.

Not far from him, a little girl, no older than four years old, was screaming as her eyes burned out.

Firing her Heat Vision directly at a reinforced wall until her body dried up and her solar battery cracked.

Her skin and blood boiled before she collapsed onto the floor, instinctively trying to cover her eyes.@@novelbin@@

Only for her damaged skin to no longer protect her from her Quirk.

The result being, her Heat Vision easily burns through both her hands, causing yet another wave of pain to wrack her body.

She rolls and cuts another little boy in half before her entire body begins glowing.

Then, boom.

The entire room is flooded with bright red heat and pushes the air away. Flect Turn and his sister get away from the window before the glass explodes outward.

And the scent of scorched air fills the hallway.

"Another success," Flect Turn says while helping her to stand. "Now we can move forward with distribution and preparation."

She dusts herself off as the green gas fills the hallway, the sickeningly sweet scent flooding her senses with each breath.

"If we move forward with this, you have to be sure that this is what you want."

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life." He takes a deep breath, inhaling the gas. "We made it. The ultimate tool to purify the world. To set things right again.

We, the Quirkless, our family that cannot develop Quirks. We are the only true humans. Everyone is some heinous abomination. A result of human perversion, I'm sure.

And now, with this variation of Trigger. Those with Quirks will be twisted by those very Quirks. Their sins will overload them, and harm people who would call them friends, family. People who deserve to burn alongside them.

And we, the pure, the just. 

The few made in the image of God.

Made with the blueprint recorded in the Holy Bible, in the image of Adam and Eve. The true humans of this will.

We will rebuild it all. In the image of the one, true, God. The image he intended for humanity."

Hearing her brother's words, she smiles. "Good, I just wanted to make sure you're aware of how much work is ahead of us. It won't be easy rebuilding the world with 95% of it dead…"

With that, she turns and begins walking toward the elevators.

"Luckily I am not alone," he says while walking beside her. "Noah had his family, and I have you."

"Noah also didn't have to do this much work. Building an ark is much easier than creating the storm."

"Yes, but I cannot be angry at God for abandoning us. If I created such perfect beings as humans, only to have it warped and perverted by Quirks, I too would shun it."

"All the more reason for us to restore the natural order of things," she says.

They both enter the elevator and begin the ride up to his office. "Now we have to solve the difficult part."

"Spending ten years to perfect this formula was the difficult part," she says just before the doors open to his office.

They step into his office to see the gorgeous capital city of Otheon below, with Humarise being in the exact middle of it.

"Yes, it was. But things have changed now." He walks to the glass wall and stares out at the sunset. "Three years ago, this would have been a simple matter. Bombs in cities, that would have been enough."

"But now, if we do that, Horizon will sense them, warping them away. And what about Star and Stripe?"

"Inconsequential. She doesn't have his range, his reach, his control, his influence, his perception. He is a perverse parody of what God should be. And the fact that these disgusting things worship him as such is all the more reason to purge them all."

"Will we start here?" she asks, joining him to look at the city below. 

"No, we will attack everywhere at once. This city will be cleansed to avoid suspicion, but it won't be first, and certainly won't be spared."

"Simultaneously, countless major cities at once, that alone is difficult. But we also have to be sure to hit Horizon with the attack. It would be disastrous if the pretender god was allowed to roam freely. The people will rally to him."

"It won't matter. Even he can't be everywhere at once. After all, he is not God."

"Obviously. And how do we hit every target at once? Or at least every target we can manufacture enough Trigger to hit."

Flect Turn taps his chin a few times, pondering this dilemma, as now his initial plan of using bombs was worthless. 

Staring out at the city, he averts his gaze upward, at the orange clouds in the sky.

Then look down at the suspension bridge connecting both halves of the city.

And the large river below it glimmered under the setting sun.

"We do exactly what you said earlier."

"What's that?"

"We create a storm," he says. "Do we have any guaranteed location for Horizon in the future?"

"The annual Billboard Hero Ranking event will be at the end of this year. Aside from that, I don't believe so. He barely spends any time at UA. Most of his time is in The Miracle Ward in Tokyo, or Horizon Tower."

"No, there is one place they always parade him around for the worms to cheer," Flect Turn says. "We will launch our attack during the UA Sports Festival."

"That's in April. Which only gives us two months to prepare."

"More than enough time. My plan doesn't involve creating anything intricate, just tapping into the vast logistical net this word so desperately relies on."

She sees him looking up and follows his gaze to see two large passenger planes soaring above the city.

"We will bring the sky crashing down onto them…"

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