MHA Scary Monsters

At around 5pm, Mr Joestars blacked out car pulled into the station right behind the police car that escorted them there, it pulled up to the front entrance and George immediately got out.

The chief ran over from where his ride had parked up and lead them into the station. He walked up to the reception desk and turned to speak to Mr Joestar and his two bodyguards flanking either side of him. "Now if you'll just wait here, me and my colleague will go and fetch Dio, I'm sure he's just having a nap somewh-"

"No." George said sternly.

"Pardon, Mr Joestar? We will only be a few minuets at most if-" he spoke with a nervous chuckle, sweat building on his back.

"No. You will take Me to where Dio is, now." George said with a frown on his face. Every time the officers spoke, he liked them less and less, something was wrong with this station. The people in here weren't doing any work, not moving about a busy station like this? He needed his lawyer here yesterday.

He turned to one of his bodyguards, Quin, and gave him a slight nod. A small almost imperceptible red light glowed in the pupil of his right eye. Quin nodded back.

"Please remember the boy has been through a great deal of trauma recently, he will be delirious and-" The Chief looked back at George who was not impressed with what he was hearing and decided to shut up.

"For safety reasons I absolutely can't allow outsiders past this doorway, there are dangerous criminals locked behind here." Spoke the slimy looking receptionist from earlier, looking very smug.

George's eyebrows twitched at that, whereas the Chief's face turned a ghastly pale, he struggled to keep his composure.

"Are you suggesting that a five-year-old child is located in the same area as dangerous criminals?" George spoke with a low dangerous edge to his voice. He turned to his other bodyguard Maximus, His quirk, Restrain.

"Capture them all." George said impassively.

"WHA- hmmphhh" the chief spoke as Maximus touched him causing thick and sturdy leather bindings to wrap the man up as through, he were a present, covering his mouth and restraining all of his limbs.

Maximus turned to the other officer who yelled. "You can't do this! We are police officers! We will have you thrown in jail!"

"Well. We are undercover Heroes, and you sir, have broken the law." Maximus said calmly, causing the chief to pass out and the receptionist who was also being restrained to pale dramatically.

"Stay here and arrest any who get in your way. I don't care who they are, my lawyers will deal with it later. Quin come with me and need your quirk to record what is really happening inside this police station." George said grabbing the chief's hand and using it on the scanner to unlock the door.

--

Dio awoke once more, the constant pain was still there but now he could hear the sounds of people talking outside his locked door in the corridor.

"Help…" he groaned weakly, he was in so much pain and so tired he couldn't move an inch. He could only hope someone could save him from this hell. He wanted to see his mum and dad so badly.

He turned his head to look towards the door in time to see it ripped off its hinges like it weighed nothing at all. Bright light shone down on him from the corridor outside, showing a silhouette outline of the figure who was throwing the door in his hands to the side.

As the figure knelt to pick up Dio as carefully as he could, his face became clearer to the boy whose eyes were almost squint shut. It was Mr Joestar. He was surrounded by a golden aura, coming off him like flames.

"Oh my God!" George said as he looked at the state Dio was in.

He turned to Quin, gently placing the boy in his arms. "Take him to the hospital now! I have some unfinished business with the chief." He spat out, with rage lacing his voice.

It was at that point Dio in Quins arms once again was knocked out from a combination of the relief and pain coursing through his small body. Quin peered into the cell where the boy had been kept for over 20 hours. His eyes recording everything that he saw, a grimace appearing on his face, these 'police officers' would get what was coming to them he thought.

George had only ever been this mad one other time in his life, when his mother's life was taken during a robbery gone wrong. And nobody had ever lived to tell the tale of what he did to the person once George had tracked him down. And now he was just as angry.

He stormed back to where the police officers were bound lying on the ground, more had joined them as Maximus kept a lookout for anymore offenders. He picked up the chief with one arm, golden aura blaring intensely.

"You will live only so that you can face my full wrath in this life before you move to the next life!" George spat out venomously.

He cocked his arm far back then slammed It into the officers chest, a sickening crack escaping from his ribs as the man rolled and wheezed around on the ground a few meters away from where he had been previously.

 "Make sure he keeps breathing." George said to Maximus. "I'm going to see if there are any other innocent people locked up in this hellhole!" he shouted back as he moved back to where he had found Dio locked up.

--

Morning the next day.

In the most secure room at the top floor of a private hospital in the outskirts on London, Dio lay on pure white soft bedsheets. An IV drip attached to his right arm.

Mr and Mrs Joestar sat either side of his bed. JoJo had been left at home with trusted guards to watch over him until his parents arrived back home, he was too young to see his friend in this state. They would have to explain to him when he was slightly older, old enough so he could grasp the enormity of the situation.

 Anne sat with a sad smile on her face while she was softly brushing the boy's blond locks to the side of his head, he was looking ten times better than when she had arrived late last night. The specialist that George brought in helped with that.

He lay there ignorant of the tragedy that would await him when he woke, she pitied him. He was too young to fully understand what had happened to his parents, and now he would be alone in the world. He had no relatives, so he would be put into the care system. She shivered, she had heard stories about kids in care systems all over the world, rarely did it end happily.

She turned to George. "We have to adopt him, George." She sighed. "I can't leave him here by himself, the world is just too cruel." She pleaded to him. George had always been a stubborn man, but she wouldn't give up on Dio.

"I have already spoke to our personal lawyers." He declared with a tone of finality.

"Oh George, even if we don't adopt him, we can't leave him here himself. Who knows what would happen to him, I wont back down on this one George. I absolutely won't!" She replied, misty tears forming in her eyes.

"You must have misunderstood me Anne." He spoke he said in a comforting voice.

"I have already spoke with our lawyers to get the adoption papers ready so that as soon as Dio is well enough, we can take him back to America. Where I can better help him with what will be some of the hardest years of his life." He said to her in a smoothing tone, his hand clasping against her shaking one as she cried silently for Dio.

Out the corner of Anne's eye she saw Dio's eyes flutter as he stirred awake.

"Do you want me to tell him what happened George?" she asked gently.

"I think its best if you do Anne, I don't have the willpower to tell him." George said his head held up by his hands.

She turned and moved closer to Dio, his eyes were opening as though he was being awoken from a calm sleep. As he recognised the people around him inside the unfamiliar environment his pupils dilated.

"Where am I? Mrs Joestar, where is mum and dad? I had a horrible dream." He spoke innocently, wiping the 'sleepies' build up in his eyes away.

"What is the last thing you remember Dio?" Anne asked as calm as she could be.

"Ehmm. Well, I was out in the field then I fell and… and… I hurt my leg." He said pausing as he tried to remember all the facts. "Then I had a scary dream. I think." Unkowingly tears began to fall from his eyes.,

"Where are mum and dad?" he asked as he looked for them in the room, a nervous look starting to adorn his face.

"Ohhh Dio. Well there was an accident." Anne paused considering what to say. "And I'm afraid your mum and dad… got hurt." She searched his face for any signs of panic, there was none so far, only concern.

"Are they here in the hospital too?" he asked with a whispering voice.

"No. They aren't here. They have died Dio, you won't be able to see them again." Anne spoke as softly as slowly as she could with out bursting into tears from the look that had appeared on young Dio's face.

"What?" his voice barely a whisper.

*Sniff*

"Mum and Dad… are gone?" Tears and snot began to overtake his ability to speak.

"Waaaaaghhh!" Dio balled out.

Anne moved to cuddle the boy giving him as much comfort as she could.

"They were brilliant people Dio; You always remember that." George said before turning to leave the room, there was enough rain inside right now.

--

Days later in a courtroom in England.

The judge sat in his robe attire, his seat above everyone else in the room. She held the best impassive look she could muster, but everyone in the room knew she was also bubbling in rage. As were they all.

"I hereby find Mr Blancher Guilty on multiple counts of 1st degree murder, 2nd degree murder, Multiple instances of false imprisonment, Multiple instances of Kidnapping, Sexual Assault charges, Assault charges and many other serious charges." The judge stared down at the accused Mr Blancher, his numerous crimes and the reports received from Mr Joestar made her sick to her stomach.

"He will undergo 200 years in a maximum-security prison. He will be given no chance for parole. He will have no communication with the outside world. He will be classified as a level A UK villain, and if he is to escape by any means from prison, we will be otherised to eliminate Mr Blancher. That is all." The judge slammed her gravel and addressed the court room allowing them to leave and then turned to leave herself.

She wanted to be away from this despicable man. As did everyone else in the room. It was her last case of the day, half a police building had been sentenced to life imprisonment. The other half given 50 years.

'This will be an uproar in the news over the next few weeks' she thought.

Mr Blancher's days would be unbearable, painful and miserable until his untimely death only 10 years after his incarceration. Death by suffocation.