The next day heading into class and feeling everyone's eyes on you wasn't exactly how you wanted to spend your morning in class. At least it wasn't boring, it isn't every day you are arrested for murder, found innocent, and then let go the next day. Some of the rumors are funny like how your dad paid them to let you go, no your dad was a humble man who enjoyed relaxing on the weekends with a cup of tea, and feeding the birds in the backyard.
"(name), what do you got there, oh dear!" you remember your dad's face as you were peering over a bird who was dead on the ground
"Dad why isn't it moving?" you asked, poking its stomach, him cringing and pulling your hand back.
"Well, sometimes when things get hurt, they stop moving." He said
"For how long?" you asked
"Forever, sadly." He said, "They don't feel or hear anything either."
"How can we be so sure?" you asked, your father didn't really know how to respond to that, not sure if a four-year-old could understand nerves and the brain function and the pain receptors.
"That's a story for when you are early, come on let's go clean your hands." He said, as you looked back at the bird, once your dad got your hands cleaned up he told you to avoid touching "dead" animals, what made dead animals dirtier than livings ones, you headed back to the bird and put out one of your talons and poked it, how weird.
You were smiling to yourself having that memory, your dad was a bit concerned when he came back to see the dead bird was punctured and put you in time out and had to explain the many diseases dead animals could carry. Maybe that is why he got you so many books on animals after that to satisfy your curiosity, still, if it was already dead and couldn't feel pain what was the issue, maybe he was worried you would try to do it on something living, but luckily the therapist marked it off as quirk use curiosity, and kid curiosity.
So when you remember that one time you cut a kid's cheek for cutting earthworms that were still alive
"What Are You doing?" you asked a group of kids who were leaning over a worm on the ground, it was wiggling around the pavement and must have been hot. "you know being on hot pavement hurts the slime coat on them right?"
"Why don't you worry about it, look if we cut in half we can get two worms." He said
"Stop that will hurt it," you said, trying to
"Back off, it's just a puny worm." He said as he cut the worm down the middle with a plastic knife he snuck from lunch, you almost vomited, then you got angry, so you flexed your wingers and swiped your smaller talons across his face.
"AGHHH TEACHER!!" he yelled
"Oh stop you puny worm." you said as the teachers ran over
and when your dad found out he just gave you a pat on the back.
or that one time you swiped at that kid's leg for using a magnifying glass on a trail of ants.
"" What are you doing?" you asked looking at a kid who was crouched down near a lien of ants
"Looking at the ants." He said
"OH neat, did you know that ants belong to the same family as bees and wasps?" you said
"What a dummy, they don't have wings." He said as he adjusted the magnifying glass and started frying them one by one, you pulled his hand back
"Hey stop that, you are killing them," you said
"So they are just ants, not like they feel anything." He said
"You are still killing them," you said, and he just shoved you down
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Yandere Hawks x Reader Nirvana
FanfictionA story about a college student whose life is turned upside down by a Villain called NIghthawk who takes a liking to her.