My Quirk wants me dead

Bricks, Birds, and Bad Luck

Alright, so you're still with me? Good cause shit ain't real for sure. Because things are about to get even crazier.

So there I was, still running like a headless chicken with Hawks hovering beside me, trying to convince me to stop. And let me tell you, trying to outrun a guy who can literally fly is not the smartest move, but hey, I'm not exactly thinking straight here.

I can feel my energy starting to drain, the blood loss is catching up with me, and I'm beginning to wonder if maybe Hawks has a point. But before I can even consider slowing down, something happens that makes me forget all about the bullet wound.

Out of nowhere, there's this loud crack above me, like something snapping under pressure. I barely have time to register the sound before the sky is suddenly raining bricks. Yeah, you heard me right—bricks.

And these aren't your average, everyday, small debris kind of bricks. No, these are big, heavy, definitely-going-to-kill-you-if-they-hit-you bricks. I look up just in time to see them coming down, and for a split second, my brain goes completely blank.

Because let's be real here—there's no way I'm dodging this. Not in my current state, not with my luck.

But just as I'm about to make peace with the fact that I'm about to become a very unfortunate stain on the sidewalk, Hawks swoops in faster than I can blink. One second I'm staring death in the face, the next, I'm yanked backward by a pair of strong arms and lifted off the ground.

The bricks crash down where I was standing just a second ago, smashing into the pavement with a force that sends bits of rubble flying. If I hadn't been pulled away, well... let's just say I wouldn't be telling you this story right now.

Hawks sets me down a few feet away, his expression serious for the first time since we've met. His usual laid-back demeanor is gone, replaced by something much more intense.

Hawks: You okay, kid?

Well, I'm too busy trying to catch my breath and process what just happened to even respond to that. Instead I nod, more out of instinct than anything, because honestly, I'm not sure if "okay" is the right word for how I'm feeling right now.

Hawks turns his gaze upward, scanning the building where the bricks fell from. It's one of those brand-new, super-modern constructions—glass, steel, the whole fancy deal. The kind of place that hasn't even been rented out yet because it's so new.

Which begs the question: Where the fudging heck did those bricks come from?

I look up too, squinting at the building, trying to see if there's anyone up there, maybe some construction workers or a very aggressive pigeon with a grudge. But nope. The building's completely empty. Not a single soul in sight.

Hawks: Did you see anyone up there?

He asks, still keeping his eyes on the building as if I knew something about this. Well I do.... it's not the building... it's not a person.... it's me... my goddamn quirk but no one is gonna believe me that story. Seriously if things are going on like this, each and everyday something happens where I almost die... what else could this be than a quirk? Bad Luck? HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

 Hawks's tense, like he's ready to spring into action at any second.

I shake my head, my heart still pounding in my chest. 

Me: No... no one. It's a new building, isn't it? There shouldn't be anyone up there.

This hero starts  frowning, clearly not liking this situation one bit. 

Hawks: Yeah, it's new. No tenants, no workers, nothing. Those bricks shouldn't have just fallen like that.

We both stand there for a moment, staring up at the building, waiting for something—anything—that might explain what just happened. But there's nothing. Just the wind rustling through the streets and the distant sound of city life moving on like nothing's wrong.

Except there is something wrong. Because buildings like that don't just drop bricks out of the blue. Not unless someone—or something—makes it happen.

Hawks looks back at me, his eyes narrowing. 

Hawks: You sure you don't know anything about this, kid? This isn't exactly normal.

I shake my head again, more firmly this time. 

Me: I swear, I have no idea what's going on. First, I get shot, and now this? It's like the universe is out to get me today!

AGAIN!

Hawks doesn't say anything for a moment, just stares at me like he's trying to figure me out. Finally, he sighs and ruffles his feathers, looking more annoyed than ever.

Hawks: Alright, we need to get you out of here. Whoever—or whatever—is behind this isn't playing around.

And just like that, my stubborn brain finally starts to catch up with reality. Maybe running away isn't the best idea right now. Maybe, just maybe, I should let Hawks help me. Because whatever's going on, it's way bigger than just a random bullet or a few falling bricks.

Me: Yeah, Maybe you're right.

Hawks gives me a quick nod, then glances back up at the building one last time. 

Hawks: Stay close to me, kid. We're getting you somewhere safe.

And with that, we're off, Hawks leading the way as I follow behind, trying not to think about how close I just came to getting squashed by a bunch of bricks. Because today is turning out to be one of the weirdest—and scariest—days of my life.... or not... I had weirder days for sure but getting shot is a first.