Twisted Wings (MHA) -Villain Hawks/Takami-

Chapter 3: Questioning

You would think that I would be scared out of my mind right now, but strangely I'm calm. I've been treated as a prized specimen my whole life, never feeling any sense of danger, aside from brutal training sessions. 

This danger, the risk, which is outwardly apparent in the situation, I welcome it. I don't really know what to do otherwise. My life has been set out for me since the day I was taken- no given away to the CPQ by my own mother without even the slightest hesitation. 

Dying. I don't really know how I feel about it, but I'm just begging for something to change and to get away from this awful world of hero's that I was forced to join. 

I look behind me, and I'm met with a pale face and stringy blue hair. Then his voice is like a shock to my brain as it enters my ear with a rattle.

"Move one inch and I'll kill you" 

I freeze. I don't know if it was out of instinct or me legitimately following his directions, although I'm guessing it wasn't the latter. 

I don't know what to do after that, I haven't seen the outside world in 15 years so my mind is simply at a blank. After a few awkwardly long moments of silence and eye contact I let out a small and shaky "ok" and he begins to pull me towards the dense woods that line the outer edges of the CPQ. 

As we reach the tree line I smell a faint but pungent and familiar odor. 

Smoke. 

I turn and to my surprise see all of the CPQ ablaze, in a strange mixture of blue flames, similar to my own, and your traditional "ahh scary fire" flames. In that moment I feel no remorse,  and not even a hint of pity for the organization crumbling down right before my eyes, and I begin to realize how deep my hatred from the CPQ actually runs, and small smile creeps up on to my face. 

All of the pain, the torture, and endless, pointless training that I endured for 15 long years, all ablaze. 

Logically you would think that during my "extended" stay at the CPQ, I would find some sort of mother or father figure that I could feel concern for their safety right now. But long story short I didn't. 

15 years without love? Oh love, what a silly word that I can't even begin to understand, having never experienced it myself, but from what I've observed it seems to be important. I never had anyone to lean on, to care about me, give me support, or to comfort me when the training became to much to bear alone. I still don't feel like I could ever welcome love, even if I was given the chance, it's just so foreign. 

My thoughts however are interrupted as we reach a clearing around 30 yards within the forest, and I hear a large "boom" and a  "bang" shoot across the side of my head and a purple smoke enveloping all that my eyes can see. 

A/N: Apologies for the short chapter, the next one will be longer. :)