Escaping

Hawks took a deep breath and scanned the room, blinking tears from his eyes. If only Dabi had let him explain. It might not have worked- in fact, it probably wouldn't have- but at least he could've tried to explain himself.


He didn't quite understand himself either though, so he wasn't sure what he would have even said.


I just don't know how else to live. Being a hero's all I've ever known... being a hero is what I was told I was born for. But I don't want to be born for that anymore.


Even in his head that sounded stupid. He just wanted to go back to the night before. One Disney marathon was all it took, huh?


Hawks was hooked. It was worse than that one time with the glamour, although that had definitely been bad too. (Quick A/N: in case u don't remember the Commission made Hawks fight with a glamour so that he would be able to fight in any situation)


Hawks pushed the memories away and went back to looking around the room. There were no windows. Dabi had gone up a set of stairs to leave so clearly Hawks had to be in some sort of basement. The hero took in his surroundings. He was cuffed to a chair. A weapon, should it be necessary that I need it. I can use it to break open a door so I can keep as many feathers as possible.


There were no doors except one in the middle of the wall in front of Hawks. It was slightly open and Hawks could see that it was a bathroom. The hero listened carefully. He heard people walking around and talking softly.


"-for...tricks."


That sounded like Shigaraki. Hawks took a deep breath and strained his ears for more, but he didn't hear anything except soft voices and barely audible words for a while, so he got to work getting the gag out of his mouth, although he didn't know what good calling for help would be as he was fairly certain he was at the League's headquarters. It smelled the same, like rust and blood.


It seemed like hours later, but Hawks finally got the gag off just as he heard faint goodnights from upstairs- at least, he was fairly certain they were goodnights. If they weren't he was screwed.


Hawks shook his head and hoped for the best, willing a small feather into his hand and sharpening it as soon as the familiar feather slipped into his palm.


Hawks grit his teeth, wincing as he shifted his wrist in the cuff.


He had trained for this.


He carefully, ever so carefully, slid the feather into the keyhole. He used handcuffs all the time, so he knew a few tricks. In fact, sometimes he would practice breaking out of handcuffs when he was bored.


Hawks carefully turned the feather, gasping softly at the soft click! that meant he was successful.


Hawks pulled his arm away from the arm of the chair and carefully set the handcuff down so it didn't make a loud clang. He easily released the second handcuff, but unfortunately had to use a new feather for the ankle cuffs because the original one he had used was frayed beyond usage.


Finally free from his bondages, Hawks padded toward the steps carefully, rubbing his still hurt wrist from his run in with Shigaraki's quirk. If that villain was still awake he would almost certainly be in a run for his money.


Hawks didn't even want to think about if Dabi was still awake.


The hero took slow breaths as he crept up the stairs, wings tensed behind him. Hawks slipped a new feather into his hand as he pressed his ear against the door, snapping his mouth shut and not daring to breathe as he heard someone walking toward the door.


He heard a click and a hissed whisper, "you deserve this birdie..."


Hawks blinked away fresh tears at Dabi's anger-filled voice. But it would have been worse if he had waited longer to tell him the truth.


As soon as he was certain Dabi was gone, Hawks jiggled the doorknob softly, cursing silently when he realized it was locked. So that's what the click was. I should have known, but it wasn't well thought out for them to not check on me... Hawks pushed away his thoughts and focused on the task before him.


He hardened his feather and slipped it into the lock, twisting it until a tiny click indicated that he had achieved his goal and the door was unlocked.


Hawks padded out of the area and ran to the front door, quickly exiting the building and taking off into the sky and away.


~


"I need to speak with Kenji." Hawks demanded as a form of greeting at the Commission's Headquarters.


The receptionist looked up with a blink of surprise. "Ah, hero Hawks, yes of course. He's not here right now, he's out on important business."


"This is more important. Call him here."


The receptionist sighed. "You can wait in his office. I'll send him there as soon as he's back."


Hawks flicked his wings in annoyance but nodded and walked over to the office anyway, pacing the area restlessly.


One flick of his wing and some papers went flying to the floor.


"Shit," Hawks mumbled, crouching to pick up the papers that had fallen.


The label on the first one caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes, rereading it carefully. Eleuthera.


The scientific name for glamours.


Hawks gasped and flipped the first page over and his eyes widened at what he saw. Full pages on the effects of glamours, word after word about how to hide the effects, ingredients on how to make them.


"What the hell..." Hawks mumbled, eyes widening as he flipped that paper away and saw his own face looking up at him, the entire page dedicated to the time the Commission had made him try out that glamour and fight with it in his blood system. The page was dedicated entirely to how he had acted that day all those years ago, back when he was sixteen- so about six years ago really, but still a long time ago.


Someone had penciled in notes on how to make the effects less noticeable.


He flipped that page and almost choked on his own spit as Himiko Toga stared up at him, tiny hand written notes in between lines and in the margins.


Hawks set the papers back down and rushed out of the office, ignoring the receptionists annoyed shout. Toga was in trouble.


And Kenji Takahashi had something to do with it.


~


Anddddd you're welcome. Plot. Yay for plot!


"Don't you ever let a soul in the world tell you that you can't be exactly who you are." -Lady Gaga


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