Felix swept a hand, destroying another wall in his path. Cracks spread along the surrounding walls as the pink energy tickled them. He crouched, clutching his head in pain. His power had taken the form of psionic whips now, and it was lashing out at random like some sort of crazed octopus.

Still his glowing eyes squinted, focusing on the figure just a few corridors away from him. In an attempt to get rid of him, Mimic had actually brought him closer to Overhaul instead. And his boss was going to pay for his mistake.

The psychic took another step, and his power punched through yet another half dozen walls. More pain exploded in his forearm, the sting of a million angry hornets. Every movement he made was agony. Every breath he took was sulphur in his lungs.

Spikes punched out from everywhere. He hurled himself to the side, before remembering that he could simply deploy a force field.

“You! Come back here!”

Felix didn’t recognise his own voice. It sounded primal. Demonic, even. Something else must have been playing his vocal cords like its own guitar. He clawed the air, as though he could gouge out a hole in the man from this distance.

“Impossible, you should be dead. Why do you still have your powers? My team… They failed?”

The mob boss stood rooted to the ground in disbelief. One of his hands was touching the wall, while the other arm carried a small girl in his arms. Felix’s heart softened. Was that his daughter? Did this scum actually have a family?

And then he noticed the terrified look in her eyes.

No. There was no way. She was afraid, yes. But not of him. She was afraid of the man holding her. The son of a bitch must have kidnapped her.

“Give her back!” Felix yelled out of the blue. “Give Marcia back!”

Overhaul tossed him a look of confusion, before passing the girl to Kurono. He raised his hand, sending a train of concrete towards the boy.

Felix shattered it like a piece of glass. The world melted into a blur of grey and pink as he got on all fours, darting around the never ending spears threatening to skewer him. Everything was swirling now, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of Overhaul’s quirk or his increasingly delirious mind.

His head met the man’s gut, but his body continued charging forward. It had grown a mind of its own now, and pure instinct was at the core of its consciousness.

“Titus Angelo!” Felix yelled as he closed in on the escaping thug.

Kurono threw some kind of fabric arrow at him, but he dodged it easily. The psychic roared and threw a full powered punch at the man’s chest. He burst into a splatter of gore and splintered entrails.

Felix put down his psychic shield and picked up the trembling girl. His head pounded as his vision slowly focused itself.

No, that wasn’t his sister. She was just some random girl. The guy he just killed wasn’t Marcia’s murderer either; he was just…

Who is he? Where am I? What’s happening?

The boy heaved as his mind broke down further. Did he have a mission here? Is this a Guardian Council operation? Where were his colleagues?

He gasped as memories flowed into him from somewhere. His head was clearing, the fog diminishing. And then fear gripped his psyche.

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Pain. Suffering. Experimentation. Countless hours of experimentation. The pain of death and rebirth over and over again. An endless loop of being deconstructed and reconstructed. And within it all, a gilded plague mask. A gritty voice saying that she did not deserve happiness.

Felix shook the small hand off, only then realising that the little girl was holding onto him. Eri was her name, as her memories had just told him. And she was the base material of Overhaul’s quirk deleting drug.

The man himself came running into view a few seconds later.

“What’re you doing with her?!” Overhaul’s face was contorted in rage. “Give her back to me!”

Felix scooped the girl into his arms right before another column of spikes could reach her. He took to the air and began darting around again. Although he was feeling slightly better now, his power was still rebelling in his body like a grumpy teenager.

“Guh!”

A huge column of wall slammed into his side, and he lost his grip on Eri. She slid on the floor back to Overhaul, who picked up the screaming girl.

“Monster… You’re a damn monster,” Overhaul narrowed his eyes at Felix’s feral state before bursting out of the underground maze.

Felix struggled to his feet. Normally, he would have simply shrugged off such a weak attack. But he was in no condition to fight now, not with his powers flaring around like that. He burst off the ground anyway.

A falling figure caught his attention, and he grabbed it before it splattered onto the ground.

Small hands clung back onto him tightly. He held onto the frail body despite his surprise. He had not expected Eri to jump out of Overhaul’s arms.

Felix put her down when they reached the ground level and immediately raised a thick psionic wall. The ground shook as huge metallic arms pounded against it relentlessly.

“Go! Save yourself!” He gestured for the trembling girl to escape. She stared at him tearfully for a moment, before running off.

Felix turned his attention back to his opponent. The man was hardly recognisable now, covered in clumps of metal and concrete that jutted out unnaturally from his flesh.

A car flew in his direction without warning.

He stepped to the side casually, but caught a steel punch to the gut instead. Pain shot through his body as a pale hand swiped its finger across his arm, breaking apart his psychic aura instantly. Felix leapt back before it touched his skin.

The psychic yelled with effort, slamming a psionic beam onto Overhaul. Half of the metallic extensions disintegrated from the force. His hands trembled as his vision began to blur again. He had intended to crush the man with a psionic hammer, but he could barely control his power output now, not to mention focusing it enough to shape the tool.

Felix took to the skies instead, telekinetically dragging the gangster up as well. There was no shortage of materials Overhaul could use to regenerate his armour on the ground, and he did not want to drag out this fight for too long.

“Why won’t you see the big picture?!” Overhaul screamed, reforming some of his armour into a fan to propel him around. “There is no such thing as heroes or villains! Stop trying to act like one!”

“Shut…” Felix’s eyes flared with power. “... The FUCK UP!”

He slammed his hands together, crushing the man between two psionic walls. The sky darkened in response as lightning crackled. He roared in anguish, sending a barrage of psionic blasts at Overhaul.

“Die!”

Thunder crashed on cue with the yell as Felix smashed the man back to the ground. The resulting shockwave found its way to the ground, destroying an entire street.

He landed with a crash shortly after, and walked towards the mangled corpse. The boy panted for a moment, before plopping himself beside Overhaul, whose face was hardly recognisable now. The dark clouds cleared from the skies as well.

That was easy.

“Done already, Pagonis?” Shigaraki’s voice shook him out of his daze. “Good, I need you.”

“Glad to see you’re okay, boss.” Felix got to his feet, wincing slightly as his power fizzled.

He silently thanked the Heavens for the quick fight; he doubted that his body could take much more exertion. The quirk deleter drug seemed to have messed up his Arcani channels, but it had not diminished his power. All he needed now was a nice long rest to recover his control over it-

“Izuku Midoriya has somehow broken free of his containment chamber. You can fly, right? I need you to stop him right now.”

Felix’s eyes widened in shock.