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Stain was not having a good night. He just wanted to kill a fake hero wannabe and live his life in peace. Now, he was standing over a dead body, soaked in chemicals, wondering how the hell his life had gotten to this point.
His latest target? Oxiclean. Oxiclean had recently not done their job properly and let two civilians die while they were containing the damage. Their quirk? The ability to manipulate cleaning liquids. It should've been an easy target. Oxiclean wasn’t that popular or well known either, so he could continue to lay low. The media would find them the next day, have a statement, and move swiftly on. As much as those higher up the ranks were corrupt, Stain still needed some time to figure out how to best eliminate all false heroes. He couldn't afford to be caught now.
The elimination started as normal. Lure the fake in the alley. Oftentimes, the hero would rush into a suspicious looking alley at night to apprehend a suspicious looking man, just so they could claim the credit or capturing a villain (even if they weren’t necessarily a villainous person. Another mark against their supposed heroism). Oxiclean fell for it hook, line and sinker.
Oxiclean ran into the alley, emptying a bottle of Tide as they did. Stain quickly threw a knife, skimming their cheek.
“Missed me,” they taunted, trying to figure out where their opponent was. Stain had taken that time to parkour over to the knife, which now contained Oxiclean’s blood. Stain smirked. Another fake, right in his trap.
“I got you right where I wanted to,” Stain said, licking the knife. He could see the panic set in as Oxiclean slumped to the floor, unable to move.
Oxiclean, desperate to live like the fake they were, started using their quirk, rather pathetically if you ask Stain. A few tendrils of liquid floated over him, not sure themselves what they could accomplish. Snarling, Stain plunged the knife in their heart, muttering a curse towards the fake.
What Stain realized far too late, was that as Oxiclean died, their control of their quirk did too. Which meant, the tendrils of stain remover collapsed.
So there he was: a vigilante standing over a dead body in an alley, drenched in stain remover. Stain saw the irony there, and absolutely did not appreciate it.
With a sigh, he disappeared into the night, desperate to get cleaned up and forget this encounter ever happened.