~Dabi's pov~

On the drive back all Dabi could think of was him. How could he of missed it? Toga just smiled creepily. She had to know something about it. Dabi could remember the fear in Hawks' eyes. It had to be him. The one thing that was different were the black wings. Hawks didn't have black wings. That's when he realized. The place he saw him was at the black market. Anything could've happened to him in 2 years. Maybe they experimented on him. The mere thought of it made Dabi's stomach twist. It was disgusting.

He had never liked Giran anyways. If the time came that he had to kill Giran in order to get Hawks back, he would. This time Dabi wasn't gonna lose him again.

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~3weeks later~
Here he was, sitting at another useless meeting with another stupid partnership about to be formed. To be honest, all Dabi really wanted was for the world to be just a little more fair. Even though he would never admit it, Stain was right. You didn't have to kill everyone or rule the world. It was the heroes fault. Who are they to call themselves the saviours? Endeavor definitely didn't have any right to call himself a hero.

"Get up Touya!"

A scorching wave of heat was blasted just centimeters away from his face. The man in front of him, also known as his dad, was visibly shaking from anger.

"You will never be strong enough to be number 1 hero."

And with that, he turned around and walked away, without even sparing the sobbing mess behind him. Touya couldn't stop the tears from falling down. It was all too much for him. Why did he have to get stuck with a dad that never paid any attention to him? Someone that wasn't there on the first day of school. Never there to support him. Life was unfair. But after his little brother Shoto was born, he was thrown away to the side.

He was a failed experiment.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps bought Dabi back from his flashback. He shivered. Endeavor was the last person he wanted to think about.

"Now look here, this is our latest experiment." Giran said in front of the meeting room.

Dabi watched Giran tug at a long silver chain in the corner of the room. A slim male stepped out of the shadow. Giran grinned.

"C'mon then. Show them your wings."

Dabi's attention was now fully on the male. His heart broke just seeing the sight of him. His pale body was littered in cuts and bruises and he had one eye covered with bloody bandages. The male shrunk form Giran's outstretched hand and obediently turned around. His back was covered in black feathers. No it couldn't be. This can't be Hawks.

"Look at me." Dabi ordered.

He waited as the male slowly lifted up his head and stared back at him. With those golden eyes.

~Hawks pov~

It was 6am. That was not a good thing. Every single day, Hawks would get hauled out of his cell, brutally tortured and then left to suffer for a few more hours, bleeding half to death. Today was no different. Sure enough, a few moments later a few guards came in and unlocked the cell door.

"You know what to do."

Hawks made no attempts to put up a fight. He gingerly eased himself up and stumbled out of the cell. From what he had heard from the guards on nightshift, Giran was possible going to make a fourth drug. This drug, not that he knew much about it, was basically a healing potion. If you got injured in battle, just inject it into yourself and your wounds would close up way quicker than the usual healing process. It didn't make the user immortal, since they would still die if their vital arteries were slashed open. The drug was only used for small-ish wounds and broken bones etc.

Hawks' train of thoughts were interrupted when the guards ruthlessly pushed him into a small dim-lit room. All of the walls were padded with small white cushions except for the huge one-way mirror at the front of the room. The guards then restraint him onto a chair and one of them stepped forward.

"The effects of the drugs will take place in about half an hour. Make sure to keep an eye on him, since we don't know the full effect of the drug."

Another guard came over and held a small syringe over his left arm for a moment before plunging it in sharply. Hawks winced and screwed his eyes shut. A cold sensation ran through him, making his spine tingle. Everything was so hopeless. If only he could just see Touya one more time. It wasn't like Hawks wanted him to realize who he was either. He didn't want to hurt him anymore. Hawks would be better off dead anyways.

Just let go. If only he could stop hanging onto the last bits of hope. There was nothing left in his future.

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Almost an hour has passed and Hawks still wasn't needed. All he could hear was Giran still showing off his quirk drugs to his new 'clients'. Suddenly, Hawks felt a quick tug around his collar. He cautiously stepped away from the corner of the room, into Giran's hands. That little piece of shit. If this was a couple of years ago, Hawks would of beat the hell out of him. Right now, he was in no position to do anything to defend himself.

"Now look here, this is our latest experiment." Giran slurred.

Hawks wanted to scream. To just let everything go. Just act on his instincts. But that would just end with him having to endure more pain. He took a shuddering breath and just patiently waited for his next instructions.

"C'mon. Show them your wings."

Ok. Slowly count to ten. Now breathe. Hawks slowly turned around, showing the whole room his wings. He turned around to face the room again and kept his head down. Rule 5 stated that any eye contact must not be made between him and anyone else. He learnt that the hard way.

Another voice rang across the room. "Look at me."

That voice. No. Touya couldn't be here. He couldn't see the state Hawks was in. But before anyone else could say anything, Giran places a threatening hand on Hawks shoulder.

"Anyways, this is our latest experiment. He was tested with drug number 4. This drug has the ability to heal small wounds. Here's a quick demonstration."

The first thing Hawks felt was his torso slowly become numb. Then the pain started. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to scream. Hands shaking uncontrollably, Hawks let out a muffled whimper before clamping one hand over his mouth. The pain was becoming more and more unbearable. Giran must of wipes the blade with some minor poison beforehand.

His vision was now filled with black dots as the pain continued to spread around his body. Hawks' mind felt fuzzy as Giran drew the blade out of his torso. He looked down. Blood was slowly starting to deep out of the wound, staining his white shirt. He reached over and felt the wound again. It was disappearing. Hawks lifted up his shirt and peered down. The wound was now completely gone. No scars, no nothing. It was as if nothing had happened at all.

Giran smiles crookedly and leaned forward.

"Now that I don't need to worry about accidentally killing you, you're gonna suffer a lot more than a little stab in the stomach."