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A new sickness has been running around cities. Heros from all over started restraining mutants because they had been getting a little aggressive, but other than that they just acted sick. Until, Hawks got sick.
"Breaking News! A sickness affecting people with mutant quirks has been spreading recently. Our heros our currently handling it." Hawks turned the TV off. He had to get back to work, making sure no other mutants were getting affected and breaking up fights. He got up, stretched, and exited his house to soar over the sky, looking for any fights. He spotted something in an alleyway that didn't sit right with him. He quickly landed and peered inside, and he heard something that sounded like a racoon eating something. He slowly approached the noise and noticed it was someone with a racoon quirk. "Uhm, Hello?-" The person jerkied his head back and started at him, while eating trash. "Sir, I'd advise you to not eat that- AGH!" He was cut off by getting bit by the person. He stumbled back, the man was hissing at him. "Yeah, lets do this quickly." He shook off the bite as he quickly apprehanded the man, he waited for his sidekicks to come and clean this up. Once thye arrived he told them to bring him to the same place as all the other mutant-sickness mutants. He looked at his hand with the bite, he shook his head, put his glove back on and flew off.
- A Few Hours Later -
Hawks felt terible. He sat in his bed looking at his pillow. The bite mark was realy hurting- now that he realised it- his entire arm was hurting. Has it always been like that? He felt the pain increasing before he passed out.
- The Next Day -
"I'm sorry, Ms.President, Hawks must be running pretty late, He should get here soon." The President and the intern were there for another hour and Hawks still haden't arrived. "Alright, send someone to his apartment, maybe his alarm didn't go off. You just go to his apartment." The intern nodded and he walked out and followed a path to Hawk's place. It was pretty big since he was the number 2. He knocked the door, no answer. He knocked again, still no answer. Then he noticed that the room was unlocked. He opened it to find feathers all across the apartment. But they were not Hawk's, they were- pillow feathers? He heard a sound from a cracked open door. He slowly opened the door a little, looking into the room. He spotted Hawks clawing as something and making weird noises. "Hawks?" He whispered, but stepped back as Hawks whipped his head back, with- uck - foam or stuffing in his mouth. When he snarled, he screamed.