Hey guys! I've recently gotten into Avengers: EMH, and this story popped into my head. Hope everyone likes it!
For the record, this first chapter is in my characters POV. After that, it'll be third person.
Disclaimer: Any characters or settings that you recognize, I don't own. Unfortunately.
The lights were flickering, almost in time to the blaring alarms as I ran through the corridors, searching for my escape. Behind me, I could hear the shouts of my pursuers, all armed with whatever weaponry they'd decided to use against me. All I knew was that I had to escape this hell hole.
My name is Margaret Wilcox, and I've been held here in this place since I was 13. I'm now 18. I'll let you do the maths. Why was I here? That's simple. I'm a pyrokinetic. For as long as I can remember, I've had the ability to manifest fire. Everything from lighting a candle to causing an explosion, although I never did the latter. A lot of people would think of it as being a pretty cool power, and I'll admit that I was one of them at first. When I witnessed the Human Torch using his fire once when I was about 10, I thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. I'd wanted to be just like him. That's not so now. As I aged, so my powers became harder to control. It probably had something to do with puberty or something like that, but I couldn't be sure. And quite frankly, I don't much care. All I know is that on the night of my thirteenth birthday, my fire went beyond my control while I slept, causing a house fire that killed everyone inside. Everyone, that is, but me.
Left alone in the world, I'd walked the streets, squatted where I could. I had no family in New York City. My life on the streets wasn't destined to last long, however. I don't know how these Hydra guys found out about me and my ability, but they did. I did put up a pretty good fight, using my fire to burn several of them (not to mention set a few storage crates aflame), but in the end, it was in vain. They captured me, knocked me out, and brought me here. They tried to control me, tried to harness my fire and use me as a weapon to do their bidding. I resisted, and tried to escape numerous times. Of course, I was always recaptured, and punished. Severely. I probably have the scars to prove it. But it didn't stop me. I learned to control my fire, and played the good little house guest, waiting for my next opportunity.
That opportunity came today. Don't ask me how, because I'm still wondering myself, but I managed to get away from my guards as they were leading me towards the lab. Torture chamber more like. I shuddered and pushed the thought aside. I needed to focus now; I couldn't let them capture me. Not again.
I didn't look back, I didn't need to. I already knew that the guards were hot on my tail. I skidded, nearly slipping over, as I rounded a sharp corner. I had to use my hands to push myself away from the floor before I continued running. That was when I made my mistake. I looked back. Not watching where I was going, I ran smack bang into something. The impact knocked me backwards. Rubbing my head, I looked at the imposing metal door. Great. I heard weapons being cocked behind me.
"Give it up, girl. There's no way you're escaping."
I looked down, eyes clamped shut. No, they were wrong. I was escaping. I couldn't stay here a moment longer. They must have taken my silence and lack of movement as a sign that I'd given up, because I heard them beginning to advance. I gritted my teeth, fists clenching as I felt the anger welling up inside me, felt the stirring of the flame. Any moment now, I was going to combust. They moved ever closer, I could almost feel them reaching out for me. No! They weren't taking me again! I turned quickly, letting loose a scream of frustration as the spark swelled and snapped, and I ignited. Through the curtain of flame, I saw them step back, their body language conveying their shock.
"No! You're not taking me again! I won't let you!" With a scream, I exploded. Five years worth of pent up fire ripped through the area of the building I was standing in, killing or seriously injuring all who were there. In the distance, I heard something being fired, heard explosions that were nothing to do with me. With that in mind, I concentrated on my immediate area, focused on burning my way out. However, the more I use the fire, the more energy I burn. One of the downsides to my ability.
Finally, I pulled it back, pushed it down. The damage was already done. I heard the creaking of the melting supports around me, felt the air as walls that were far older than they appeared burned down. The ceiling began to cave in around me as the walls were no longer strong enough to hold it up. I looked up just in time as a large piece of the ceiling crashed down towards me. With a scream, I dove out of the way, landing heavily on the ground. With an almighty creak, the heavy metal door broke from its melted hinges and toppled to the ground with a resounding crash. This was it! This was my way out! Pushing myself up, ignoring the exhaustion that plagued me, I ran out into the open air. I was free! Finally!
I didn't have the time to celebrate, however, as at that moment the last vestiges of adrenaline gave out and exhaustion won over my mind. I slumped to the ground, trying to fight off unconsciousness. It was a battle I wasn't going to win.
I was vaguely aware of the sounds of jet engines cutting through the cool night air above me, coming into land. I heard voices, though they seemed so distant. My vision blurred until everything seemed to be shrouded in mist. All I remember seeing was a white-blue light and a red and gold figure standing over me. After that, everything faded to black.
Ok guys, I hope you enjoyed that. Sorry if it seems to advance quickly. This is only from my character's point of view, as I've already said. I'll elaborate and expand over the next few chapters. I just thought this served as a good introduction to my character. But hey, that's just me.
Let me know what you thought guys! Constructive criticism is appreciated. Flames will be ignored.
