68: 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚
Bang
It was all in slow motion.
Everything that happened seemed so... predictable.
Yet Kira didn't even have the chance to stop it. A part of her saw it coming but she didn't think it was real. She was too slow to do anything... Too sick to think.
But he wasn't. His feet moving on their own.
The bullet tore through skin. Through flesh, bone and lung. Releasing blood from where it nestled in the veins crossing over his chest.
Zane fell.
Kira screamed.
Momma screamed.
The gun dropped to the ground with a click.
Momma fell to her knees with a thud.
Zane laid on the ground. Eyes wide and terrified as lights danced in his vision. Kira dropped and knelt over him. Every part of her trembled as she covered the wound quickly. "Zane! Zane stay with me!" Kira yelled at him.
Blood poured around her fingers. She thought she heard Momma sobbing but she wasn't listening to her. Just Zane as he took in a shaky breath.
Blood trickled from his mouth.
"Kira..." He whispered.
"No! No shh..." Kira said frantically. Something about the situation made her forget her fever. The haze was cut by adrenaline. She looked at the wound, positioned close to the middle of his chest. Off by just a few inches.
It was bleeding a lot and Kira couldn't stop it. She looked at it frantically and did the only thing she could think of to plug the hole. Grimacing as she slid her finger into the wound.
"It's gonna be okay... Alright?" Kira whispered. "It's gonna be alright."
She could feel his heartbeat against her finger. It was slower than she thought it should be. Her finger was coated in thick warm blood that was pumped through him towards the open wound. Kept in only by her.
"Thank you Kira." Zane whispered. "You freed me."
"No! No don't talk like that Zane." Kira shook her head. "Save it. W-we can say shit like that later!"
She didn't want to hear it. Last wishes, thankfulness. It seemed too close to goodbye.
She didn't want to hear that right now. She was sick of goodbyes.
"She was right... In choosing freedom... I was a slave... The one she refused to be... Now... Now I'm free...."
"Stop it! Zane please!" Kira begged. She couldn't see him well through the tears in her eyes. She felt them sting the wounds pressed against her bandages. Slid down her cheek.
"I'm glad I met you...." Zane Mumbled. Voice trembling. "I'm glad I... I got to be brave like you... Like a hero..."
He was interrupted by a cough.
"Stop! S-stop talking like you're gonna die." Kira pleaded. "There are pros here... Th-they'll come help you! They're gonna save us just hold on a little longer... Please..."
"Sorry...." Zane Mumbled. He reached up and touched her face. Yellow eyes peering into her. Piercing and bright. They seemed to glow in the soft light that trickled in from the hallway. "I wish..."
"She's... She's so pretty..." He thought absently. Looking past the bulking bandage on her face. Past the dirt from the floor and her greasy hair.
"I wish I could have gotten to know you more..." He whispered. "Under... More normal circumstances..."
"You can! You can Zane!" Kira pleaded. Begging him to hold on. "Please you can come with me... You can stay at UA. They'll let you! I'll make them let you."
"Yeah... I'm sure you would..." He said. Still smiling as he traced her face lazily with his finger. "Thank you Kira... For being a true friend. The one I never had... You really gave me... Purpose..."
"Zane please..." Kira's voice was less than a whisper. Fading as she felt his pulse do the same. "Please I need you... I won't leave without you..."
"Then... Then this was all for nothing..." Zane Mumbled. "Please Kira live for me... Do all the things... That I couldn't..."
"You will! Please Zane just fight a little harder!" Kira shook her head. "Just fight..."
Her voice started to fade as he did.
Suddenly things started to change... The pulse against her finger stopped. His eyes didn't blink.
His thoughts...
"NO!!" Kira screamed. Pulling her finger out and grabbing his shoulders. "NO ZANE!!!" She yelled.
Nothing.
There was nothing. His thoughts were gone. Like they never were there. His body still and soulless like a doll. Eyes glossy and staring forward.
Suddenly everything that made Zane... Zane. Was just... Gone.
His timidness. His sense of justice. His compassion and curiosity. His love. His life. His soul.
It was all gone. Kira panicked.
Gone. He was gone.
Her heart broke. She would never hear him again. Not his voice. Not his thoughts. She wanted him back. She was terrified knowing all of that had slipped away.
There was so much to a person.
He had so many ideas. So many memories. So much knowledge and humor. All of that was now completely lost. All it took was a small piece of metal.
"NO!!" Kira yelled. She shook her head frantically. She licked his blood off her finger. Trying to regain a connection that was no longer possible.
She sobbed when her quirk did nothing. Not even a buzz or a hint of activity.
Nothing.
She was thrown against the wall.
"NOO!!!" The woman screeched. "NO MY BABY!!! NO I'M SORRY!!" Momma screamed. Grabbing Zane and holding him. Even in human form she had unbelievable strength.
Kira slumped over against the wall. Unable to stop her sobs.
They sat like that. As seconds and then minutes ticked by. Oshita holding onto Zane's corpse and sobbing. Showing more humanity than Kira had thought possible from her.
Something in her started to change. Kira slowly rose to her feet, taking the gun from the ground.
"It should have been you...." Momma whispered. "What a stupid stupid boy. What did you do to him?" She asked. Looking up at Kira with wide eyes. As though the trembling feverish girl standing over her was the villain. Not her.
"He was such a good boy..." Oshita shook her head. Seeming completely broken.
"You killed him." Kira whispered. Pointing the gun at her. "YOU KILLED HIM!!!"
"No you did! IF YOU HAD JUST DIED INSTEAD HE WOULDN'T BE DEAD!!!!" Oshita yelled back.
"YOU SHOT HIM. YOU SHOT YOUR SON!" Kira screamed. Oshita sobbed. "SAY IT! SAY IT WAS YOUR FAULT!!". Kira demanded. Gun to the woman's head.
"It was-"
"FUCKING SAY IT!!! FOR ONCE JUST ADMIT IT!!" Kira screamed. Shaking.
"I killed him." The woman whimpered. "My baby..." Kira could see and feel as Momma thought back. All the way to when Zane was a baby, held in her arms. The nostalgia in her mind made Kira sick.
"You did..." Kira nodded. "Now I'm gonna fucking kill you."
Oshita looked away from Zane and back up at Kira. "Of course you will..." She whispered.
Kira clinched her hand on the gun. But didn't touch the trigger. "Yeah... Y-yeah I will..." She said again trying to work up the nerve.
"It's what I would do." Momma whispered. "Do you know why... Why I call myself Momma?" She asked.
Kira blinked, shaking her head. "I-I don't care." She whispered. She lied.
"Being a mother... Creating a human from nothing and molding them to your will as they grow..." Momma had a blank look on her face. Slack and void of emotions. "It's the closest thing humans get... To being a god."
Kira's eyebrows knit together.
"Being able to create and control life..." The woman whispered with a smile. "It's a power only Woman have. Godhood belongs to us."
"What are you talking about?" Kira whispered.
"But there's another way to feel that same power... The way men do it..." She continued. "Is to kill. Kill and create. That's what it means to be a God. That's what I spent my life doing. Doing anything I could to feel powerful... Do you know why?"
"Because you're a monster." Kira whispered.
"Because I'm you."
Kira shook her head and suddenly it was filled with memories. Memories of pain and torture.
"I was ripped from my home... I was forced into sexual slavery. My body wasn't my own. Everyone was a god... But me." She whispered. "So I killed them. I killed them all." Momma laughed. "I killed the men who oppressed me. I killed those who held me down. I realized you were either a God or nothing."
"No that's not-"
"Do it Kira." She whispered. "You know you want too... Pull the trigger and become just. Like. Me. Become just like Momma."
"YOU'RE NOT MY MOM!!" Kira yelled.
"Do it. Become a God..." Momma whispered. "I know why you love these fire arms so much. Why it's so easy for you to shoot. Why your crave holding a gun in your hand. Because it gives you power."
"N-no I-" Kira shook her head. "I'm not like you." She whispered.
"Yes you are... That's why I wanted you so much... I've always wanted a daughter." Momma whispered.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Kira said again. "Not because Im trying to be a God! B-because you're horrible! And you deserve to die!"
"It's easier to tell yourself that... But to be the one who makes that call... Decides when a life should be taken. Judges who deserves death... That's quite god-like. Isn't it?" Momma chuckled. "Admit it. You crave being a god. Being above everyone else. You love knowing things others don't."
"Shut up!" Kira shook her head. She grabbed momma's hair and pressed the barrel of the gun against the woman's timple.
"Just do something for me Kira..." Momma whispered and Kira held the gun against her head. She smiled. "Grow up..."
"And become a mother."
A/N: ...lol well that was traumatic
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