MHA: Second chance

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It had been about a week since my awakening in the new world, and I had come to one very important conclusion: I needed to find a way to leave this place.

Four years of memories did not inspire confidence in the future, yes I once had a family that was slaughtered quietly in the night by some deranged man with crazy eyes. I woke up to the noise of his actions and cried and woke up my sister, and she, unknown to me, managed to run away with me in her arms from this madman, maybe a quirk helped. Sis, by the way, very beautiful, blond hair, yellow eyes, details of the child's eye could not remember, but her image I keep in my memory with all my strength, in the hope of someday in someone to recognise it.

Hiding from the pursuers, constantly apologising with tears in her eyes, my little sister left me on the threshold of the church, where I was picked up by a priest well acquainted with our family.

Some months I lived at this nice uncle, whose name I never learnt, until the police came to the church walls with questions where, in fact, the priest had a child, and in such a cunning way two years I am in an orphanage with the hope that for me will not come to the one who interfered with my parents, but I can not leave this situation on its own.

First of all I thought to run away, but intelligence is a useful thing and having analysed all pros and cons I decided to stay, thinking over other options. A runaway child, without documents, food, water and lodging - will not last long. I didn't need such freedom for nothing.

The orphanage had other problems. No, I'm not new to these places, but my predecessor didn't want to make friends here and had a reputation as a punching bag for the local authorities. It makes my blood run cold to realise that this is all about kids no older than six. What's the future in store for them? I don't care about them, though.

Coincidence or not, my quirk woke up on the same day that I woke up myself. It's a bright blue flame that defies common sense. Or rather the common sense of my old world. This 'flame' has two main effects: to destroy or to heal. The choice of effect depends solely on my desire. Healing works only on living beings, and the brick that was smashed against the wall, no matter how much effort I put into it, never transformed from a pile of pieces into a solid one, but into a handful of ashes.

Just yesterday, I learnt another ability of my 'flame'. This very 'flame' for me is like water, I can like a fish dive in one place and swim out in another, except that instead of splashing, I, colourfully burn in the place of 'diving'.

The first thing this ability tested on a high fence that surrounds the entire area around the orphanage. Catching the moment, while the educators decided to do more important things than watching a bunch of kids no one needs, let the flame through the holes in the fence, 'dive', and here I am already free, thought, and made another dive back, trying not to attract the attention of others. Having added to the list one more way to easily leave this place I decided to think - how to earn money.

It was difficult but possible to live without documents, but without money it was much more difficult. The first idea - to steal from the bank, but something tells me that there are enough smart guys like me in this world, so this plan went straight to the bin. My abilities are perfect for infiltrations, but the quirks in this world are too unique, once you get caught and you'll never wash off, and I'm not exactly a bear hunter with a long history....

In the end, not thinking long enough, another plan was formed: to sneak into the director's office at night and there finally find out what is going on in this world and find a way to legally leave this place, because the computer with Internet access is only there.

Waiting for night and until all the neighbours were asleep, I wrapped my pillow in a blanket and quietly closed the door and left the room. I tiptoed down the corridor to the guard post, where the one who was supposed to guard us was peacefully sleeping. Holding my breath, I passed the post, and then I was already on the stairs leading to the third floor. I let the flame through the gap under the door, a flash, and the goal is achieved - I'm in place!

As luck would have it, the computer was passwordless. The first thing I did was flip through the news, where the Almighty was blaring. Looks like I'm right in the canon. I knew the approximate events for the next fifteen to twenty years.

I spent the whole night at the computer looking for a way to somehow enrich myself legally, but everything was in vain. The names of companies I remembered from the old world were not there at all, but, I can create an apple or windows company myself, heh. Cosino, clearly not our method, and certainly virtual casinos even with my luck can not beat. Some online tournaments like poker are rarely held at night.....

In the end, during the night, not having found a suitable way to get rich quickly, already going to return I decided to look at what is interesting in the literature of this world and was simply shocked.

Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, The Matrix, Back to the Future, where is it all? Where are those books and films that I devoured literally in one breath, and then reread and reviewed countless times? The conclusion came instantly: why not become the one who will give life to these creations in my new world. Yes, in the ordinary world, without fads, they were a colossal success, but here, I think, will gain not a little popularity. I cleaned up the history, switched off the computer and with a smile to my ears quietly went to my room.

The next six months were pretty monotonous. I slept in classes, ran away from the fence and trained in the evenings, and at night I composed a new version of Harry Potter, where Harry, after defeating Voldemort, kisses Hermione on the bridge, and the red-haired friend gets his right or left hand, gave him a choice, so to speak. I placed my creation on all sorts of sites, bought some adverts at the expense of the director of the orphanage, he turned out to be a lamer, even the login and password from the bank personal account stored in the browser, so it was easy to create an account for myself, where in case of my success will come money and hid it. When I'm going to leave this place, I'll just take his card, which he often forgets in the office together with his wallet, transfer the money to it and be ichthyanders.

Another month or so passed while I was waiting for the right moment. The fact is that the director constantly carries the wallet in his back pocket, and when he leaves the place of work, you can easily tell whether he took it with him or not. I haven't visited the office since I was posted, yes curiosity was eating hard, but unnecessary risk is not my option, and so I had to wait. And, to my happiness this day finally came, the director sat in his car with empty pockets, and I decided to leave this cloaca.

I sneaked into the office at night, opened the account I'd created, and froze in amazement.

- More than five million...' I whispered quietly, convincing myself. - But it's been so little time... - I quickly opened the news, and there everywhere wrote about an unknown author under the pseudonym 'Noon', who wrote almost the bestseller of the year.

I was sprawled out in my chair reading the news, but I was snapped out of my blissful coma by the sound of many cars driving right into the yard of the orphanage.

- Looks like waiting a month was a mistake. - I transferred the money to the card I had put in my pocket and stealthily returned to my bunk, the guard seemed to have gone to meet the overnight guests. - Let's see who decided to pay a visit here in the middle of the night.