Y/n is a clone, Hawks' clone to be more specific. Made in a lab were she grew up. But one day Sir nighteye found her when a gathering of... Hawks'.. the birds. Thousands of them were surrounding the area you were kept in. Birds gotta stick with bird...
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Locked in a cage again, swaying from left to right. The container being held up by only a chain. Your crimson wings twitched, the feathers sticking out between the bars of your cage. Your short Carmel hair sticking up in all directions from fatigue. Pro hero hawks never slept eh? Though, that wasn't your thought, it was the scientists watching your emotionless behavior behind a one was mirror. It was possible To go to sleep when the person you were linked to wasn't asleep. But it was painfully hard. And for gods heath hawks barely slept! It took a large toll on your body, even though you were made in, well.. I tube. You were still a 'functioning' child.. barely.
Your eyes were so dry that it made friction to your eyelids when you blinked. Your throat dry as well. Apparently hawks never ate, drank, blinked, or slept. And if he had done all those things, you'd be more active, your eyes would by pleasantly moist and so would the back of your throat be. You wouldn't be hungry. And even if hawks didn't do all these things, and the lab provided you with what you need. You would be a happy camper. Your body was stiff and fragile, like it could crack like glass at any small movement
You yawned. Resting your head on the cold metal bars of your cage, surprisingly, you were about to fall asleep. Lulling into the comfort of dream land. That is, until the 'scientists' sent a shock through your body. Letting out a cracking shriek you screwed your eyes shut. Your body still shaking from the residue of the electricity. Then, they sent two more shocks to your cage, electricity striking your body. You didn't make a noise this time, all you really could do was make pained faces as you trembled. Fear of the next shock was racing within the confines of your mind.
Once your body calmed down, and you recovered from the shock. You heard, strange.. pecking noises. As if hundreds of birds were pecking the roof violently. It scared you. Like most things did. They used you like a voodoo doll. Every time the real hawks would slip up they would shock you.. which shocked him.
You didn't know that of course, but you curled up in the small child sized bird cage. Gripping at your blue hospital gown you hugged your knees. Unable to cry and unable to scream. All you could do was listen to the pecking on the 'roof'
