The Demons In Us (Hawks x OC)

Unmasked

Author: Hey yall! How yall doin? Soo this is my first story. I'm not great at writing but I'm hoping to improve. Let me know what you think. Also this is gonna have MANGA SPOILERS also TW for abuse so read at your own risk.

In this story the OC is Irish so there will be words but will be translations.

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"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."

— Kahlil Gibran —

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Sitting in the dilapidated apartment watching out thee window as the authorities who have been chasing them for the last year were closing in. They could run, hide out for a while and come out again when the heat died down like they usually did but what's the point? What the fuck am I doing? I can't do this for the rest of my life.

Maybe it was the depression that had been creeping up for months had finally reared its ugly head in full force or the shattering realisation that there was virtually nothing or no one in their life worth fighting for. Maybe it was both but what they did know right now was that they didn't have it in them to run despite being surrounded any second as they were drawing nearer.

Sitting in numbing silence with faint thudding of heavy footsteps and voices that got louder as they got closer for what felt like hours was abruptly replaced by the boom of the already broken door being blown in across the apartment and droves came crashing in with urgency.

"HANDS ON YOUR HEAD NOW!"

Not looking up but never the less complied as if on instinct and waited for the next instruction or to be cuffed but it was the fist in their hair and head pulled back. "Game over, you're not getting out of this one." A male voice hissed from behind their head.

The force was surprising. Different. These weren't the usual heroes that gave chase, not anticipating this so they couldn't help but to ask but somehow knew the answer and didn't like it causing something to stir up inside. "You're not my usual pursuers?

"No, contractors. Commission paid us to grab you because clearly whatever heroes were doing it before failed over and over again and we're best clearly." He stretched an arm forward and gestured to apprehendee to the other four men who surrounded them.

I did not fucking do what I did for over a fucking year just to hand myself over to a bunch of fucking corrupted contractors.

And just when they thought there was nothing left to fight for, a devious spark had ignited within what was once an empty numbness had now been engulfed by a familiar flame of justice.

"Look at that! Might as well put a nice bow on your head seeing how you just handed yourself over like a gift for us!" Another sneered.

"I'd shit myself too if I saw us coming." Another added which was followed by fits of irritating laughter.

It's so good to be back

"Fuckin' pros are a joke, might as well just replace them all with us and more."

Absolutely not could they let them think they actually did something. Time to go for the jugular on this steroid ridden tumour of toxic male ego.

Just as another roided out windbag was about to open his mouth the apartment was suddenly filled with hysterical laughter.

"What's so fucking funny?" The man who had the fist full of hair barked and yanked their head back more only to result louder laughter.