#vil!hawks

---

You like to think you’re a pretty good hero. You’re well ranked and generally liked. You do your job well and efficiently, almost never letting a villain escape.

…almost.

You walk onto the crime scene. It happened on a major street, so the area’s been evacuated for now.  A civilian, major veins sliced, and tendons cut through. According to witnesses, it happened instantly. The person was walking, a flurry of red surrounded them, and a mutilated corpse was the result. They most likely died within seconds. You knew this body, sort of. He was just a flirt at a bar, you entertained the thought, but nothing came of it.

You see a red feather, off to the side, and sigh. This was obviously Hawks, he taunts you, both literally and metaphorically. His blood-red feathers, his apathetic smile, his weird angry flirting, it drives you mad. He deserves to pay, and yet, he hasn’t been captured.

“Hey, Angel, what brings you to these parts?” comes a sleazy voice from behind you.

In an instant you turn around and jump back, seeing Hawks a bit too close for comfort. You press a wristband, sending out an alert for all heroes in the area.

“Aww, did I scare you?” he says, looking you directly in the eyes.

“I will make sure you pay for this!” you say, activating your quirk.

Wings of white light sprout from behind your back, as light wraps around you, creating armour and a sword. The Guardian Angel Quirk.

“Don’t you look so cute playing hero!” Hawks says, cooing at you, not intimidated at the least.

You dive forward, bringing the sword against his feathers. He looks you in the eyes and frowns.

“Angel…please. Consider my offer, join me! We could rule this city together!” He pushes his sword against yours, shoving me backwards.

“A society without compassion or heroes, and where lawlessness reigns? I hope you can forgive me for not seeing the appeal.”  You bring your sword against his again, equally matching his strength. Other heroes should get here soon, you just need to hold out.

“Oh, PLEASE! How much compassion do you think exists in this society?! Look around you, sweetheart! A government organisation took a child to turn them into a war machine! Where’s the compassion in that, huh? The society you inhabit is practically the exact same as mine, you’re just in denial about it!” He jumped back, gliding a few meters before stopping on the ground.

“Okay fair, that sucks, but was going out to kill really the best option? You’ve heard of therapy, right? Alcohol even?” You’re on edge, he could be attacking a lot harder, right now it seems like he’s just toying with you.

“Oh darling, I doubt therapy was going to topple the commission. So yes, killing their members, everyone who led me to become this demon? Of course, it’s the best option!” He twirled around on the spot, wings blocking your attacks still.

“But…this guy, he wasn’t a part of the commission?” you question.

“Oh…he’s almost as bad, he tried to take you away from me!” He said, looking you in the eyes with a joyous expression plastered on his.

You falter, and he uses this to shove you back. You fall onto the ground, back against the pavement.

“I-what?”

“He was hitting on you, no? It was obvious, he was so sleazy, too. So, I took him out, can’t have someone getting in the way of our love story!”

“Y-you love me?” You say, a confused look crossing your face.

“Of course, my angel! You’re just so perfect! With those cute little wings, your angelic features, don’t you think they complement my demonic ones so well? We are made to be!”

He saunters towards you, wide grin adorning his face. His gaze pierces your body.

“You’re s-sick…and delusional as well if you EVER think I’m going to love you! You’re just some f-fucking broken freak…I’m not yours just because you want me to be!”

“Oh, angel, you’ll see things different soon! You’re my forbidden love story, a hero and a villain, drawn to each other but separated by their putrid society! I hated my quirk and what it led me to become. The commission, they made me a monster, my demonic bloody wings. But then, I saw you! Your wings of light, an angel! MY angel! Don’t worry my sweet, sweet dove! I assure you we will soon be together!”

You panic, causing your quirk to fail. The light flickers out, and you’re left on the ground, crawling backwards. He reaches down to your leg and grips it tightly, not letting you go. He forces a quirk cancelling band on it. You shake and turn to stare into his deluded eyes. You’re panicking, hands trying to grab onto anything but failing to find purchase.

“Once the other heroes get here, you’ll be in so much trouble!” A weak line maybe, but you’re kind of out of options. No quirk, no weapons, and no backup? You’re basically screwed.

“Oh, Angel. That’s the best part! They won’t even know what happened to you! If you haven’t noticed, no heroes have shown up! Your communications have been blocked! The “heroes” are all battling a team of villians, a flood appearing from nowhere, and a fire spreading through the city faster than naturally possible!  No one’s going to notice you slipping away to our little nest, Angel!”

He wraps you up in his arms, blocking you from fighting back.