The school was given the next two days to recuperate from the sports festival, and many students took that chance to handle their personal matters. Tenya had been missing school ever since he went to visit his brother, Todoroki seemed more disturbed than ever, and Bakugo was in a daze for most of the time. The last day of school ended without much mishap as the students dispersed themselves for their short holiday.

Felix, on the other hand, had just received his next assignment.

Two hours later, the psychic was soaring close to the clouds. Of course, the air was freezing at that height, but he did not want to risk anyone reporting a random flying figure. Felix confirmed the blinking location on his phone once more, before breaking the sound barrier with a straight nose dive.

Trees rustled along with the rippling wind as the boy landed carelessly with a loud crash. He nonchalantly walked out of the crater he had just created, towards an abandoned warehouse in the distance. After all, there was no one within a hundred metres that could have heard him, and his passive psychic aura protected him from most physical harm.

Felix remained outside, surreptitiously studying the inside of the warehouse with his telekinetic senses.

There were two beings in the house. At least one of them was human, although his clothes were irregularly shaped. He wasn’t sure if the other was even alive, given that all he could sense was a pulsing mass of swirling gas.

The boy pushed open the warehouse doors after confirming that he was not walking into an ambush of any sort.

“You sure took your own sweet time to come in,” the human one said in a gritty voice. Although he was dressed in casual clothes, he was covered from head to toe with hands. Felix wondered how he was even able to speak, considering that one of those many hands also served as his mask.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Felix Pagonis,” the purple gas clothed in a bartender suit spoke in a soothing voice. “I bid you welcome to the League Of Villains.”

“Stop right there, Kurogiri.” Hands-man pointed rudely at Felix. “You’re a U.A. student, aren’t you? I don’t even know if I can trust you. Why should I let you join the League of Villains?”

Felix was about to open his mouth when static buzzed from the television in front of them.

“There’s no need for alarm, Tomura. We are all on the same side here.”

“Your master is correct, Shigaraki,” Kurogiri added. “We should trust Giran’s judgement when it comes to recruiting members.”

“Whatever.” Tomura Shigaraki straightened up his body in respect of his master, although the screen on the television remained fuzzy.

“All For One?” Felix queried, turning his body to the TV as well. “Are these the associates I was supposed to meet? I was not properly informed of this arrangement.”

“You will forgive me for the crypticness. We are, at present, a secret organisation after all,” All For One said. “As is your true identity, am I right?”

Felix agreed silently.

“But first, I must thank you for the invaluable information you have provided about the state of my nemesis,” the faceless man continued. “It seems that although All Might has already found himself a successor, the boy is far from capable of barring my path. And that is so much less than what I can say for my own protégé here.”

“You guys were the ones behind the USJ attack, weren’t you?” Felix asked Shigaraki, the name of his organisation finally ringing a bell in his head.

“So what if we were?” the man replied cautiously. “I want to destroy everything that pisses me off, starting with this disgusting hero society and their warped Symbol Of Peace. Do you share our desire?”

Felix let out a small smirk. Petty as Shigaraki’s conviction may seem, his own reasons for partnering with All For One were not very much different from his.

“My world exiled me for exacting righteous justice. They banished me, when all I wanted to do was save my sister.” The boy’s expression darkened. “Heroes? Forces of good? I learnt, from the moment I stepped onto this soil, that none of that matters in the face of true power.”

Shigaraki was looking at him intently now.

“My fight may be worlds apart from yours. But when it boils down to it, we’re still fighting the same battle.” Felix looked at the League of Villains. “And if joining you means opening a path for me to return home; to destroy all who have wronged me, then I’ll look forward to our fruitful partnership.”

Silence rang in the empty warehouse.

“Hmph. You…” Shigaraki slowly raised a finger at the psychic. “I like you.”

“Welcome aboard.”

~ ~ ~

A concentrated psionic beam burst from his fingers, and the man’s lifeless body toppled onto the ground.

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Felix trudged towards the girl lying on the floor and fell to his knees. Her glassy eyes stared into nothingness as he held her close to his body. The boy sobbed silently, staining her ashen face with his tears. Movement flitted around him as the uniformed men approached the grieving boy warily.

“Sergeant Felix Pagonis of the Guardian Council, you are hereby arrested for gross misuse of meta abilities and third degree murder,” his superior said quietly, clamping the power nullifiers onto his wrists. “I’m sorry, but the law is unyielding. I have to take you in.”

The boy glanced at the man lying motionless on the floor with a hole in his head. Pain and regret gripped his heart. So what if he killed his sister’s murderer? It did not change the fact that he had arrived too late to save her.

More men surrounded him. They nudged him gently forward, still afraid that he would lash out again and kill them too. Felix did not blame them; they did not know better. They did not know he no longer had anything else to fight for. They did not know that he had already accepted the consequences of his actions.

They took him away.

Weeks passed without further word of his verdict as the boy spent his days in solitary confinement. It gave him plenty of time to reflect on his life; to reminisce about the good times he shared with his loved ones. He savoured every one of those memories to their fullest. After all, there weren’t many to begin with.

Still, Felix put his mind to it, lighting up his dark cell with detailed psionic constructs of those scenes. Society may have shunned those with such accursed gifts like him, but being a metahuman had its moments.

The cell doors swung open without warning, allowing the piercing sunlight to flood in.

Felix blinked and instinctively shielded his eyes with his hand. He felt a few pairs of hands pull him roughly to his feet.

“Get up, Pagonis,” an unfamiliar rough voice said. “Your time has come.”

The inmate staggered along the corridors, practically dragged by the three wardens who had plucked him out of his cosy abode.

“Are you taking me to the gallows?” he asked meekly, hoping to at least speak to someone before he met his maker at the end of a guillotine blade.

“No,” one of the wardens replied gruffly. “The constitution has something else planned for you.”

Felix’s heart leapt. Did his superior manage to get him an appeal for his case?

“Move. Your verdict will be pronounced.” The wardens shoved him into an empty room before leaving briskly.

Hope blossomed in Felix’s heart once more. If all went well, he could at least pay respects to his sister’s grave. If he was given a life sentence instead, he could apologise to his friends for all the trouble he had caused them. For the first time in months, life sprang forth in his eyes once more.

For the first time since his sister’s death, he had a reason to live again.

“Inmate Felix Pagonis,” a disembodied voice announced as red light flooded Felix’s surroundings. There was nothing else in the room, except for a strange circular looking device that looked like some sort of window. The boy resisted the urge to touch it.

“Due to your vile crimes against the sanctity of life, you were initially sentenced to death by guillotine,” the voice continued. “However, that sentence has been overturned by the constitution.”

“Sir! Or Ma’am!” Felix called out desperately. “I understand what my actions have wrought, and I accept full consequences for my crimes. But I beseech you! Please spare some pity for a boy who only wishes to atone to those he wronged. If I am to spend the rest of my days behind bars, please at least grant me a few hours to settle my final affairs!”

Silence permeated the room, but a humming sound broke it quickly. Felix whipped his head towards the circular device in the room. It appeared to be functioning now, and a yawning darkness gazed back at him from its centre.

“The constitution has come to a decision,” the unknown speaker droned on. “Inmate Felix Pagonis’ power levels have been determined to be too high to remain in our world. As such, said inmate will be banished into the realm between realms to ensure a complete purge of his existence.”

Felix’s eyes widened, turning back to the device. It looked more like a hungry beast to him now, eager to swallow him whole and render his entire body asunder.

Anguish flooded him as he berated himself. He was a fool to believe that the law would spare him any mercy. He was a fool to even harbour hope that there was any sense of justice in the law.

The boy clenched his fists as pink covered his hate-filled eyes.

Why should he be subject to the law if it had failed to save his sister? Why should he obey the authorities anymore if it was so willing to ignore his merits as a law enforcer himself?

“Carrying out Felix Pagonis’ sentence.” The automated voice grated his ears. “Time of death: Thirteen hundred hours.”

The nullifiers around his wrists shattered violently, overloaded by the sheer turbulence of his meta power.

“Like hell I’m dying here!” Felix roared as he felt the sudden immense pull of the machine. Pink coated his body as he willed himself forward, desperately trying to escape the equivalent gravity of a small star focused entirely on his body.

“No! Damn you!” Psionic energy flared uncontrollably as his body was slowly dragged backwards.

He turned his attention to the device instead, attempting to crush it with his psychokinesis.

“Gods damn you all! I won’t go quietly! TO HELL WITH YOU!”

Sparks flew around the room as a cacophony of colours ran through the gaping maw of the machine. Felix roared with effort, squeezing harder than ever. Bright yellow blinked momentarily in the yawning hole as cracks spread through the malfunctioning device.

But the hole had already touched the boy’s feet.

A pained scream burst from Felix as the gravitational pull was magnified by hundreds of times instantly, sucking him into its hungry maw. The world warped around him.

And he was flung into darkness.

~ ~ ~

Felix landed back in Musutafu city after a brief detour in the sky. The memory of his past was still painfully vivid in his mind, which had almost caused him to enter the air space of Shibuya city instead.

He hated that memory, but the talk with Shigaraki had brought it back for some reason. His eyes hardened as he crossed the streets of this foreign world. The gods had decided to give him a second chance in life, and he will not squander this opportunity to make things right.

Nothing will stand in my way.