Death of a Vendetta
Vendetta's breath left her as she fell to the ground, her body collapsing under the pressure against her abdomen. She had been shot, once over, she had been shot by none other than Frank Castle, with nothing less than an UZI. Fun.
Heat seeped over her pale skin, steam rising into the cold air as life itself left her. A pair of blind, blue eyes stared up at the sky, watching as sadistic stars winked at her dying form and the thick, metallic scent of blood crept through the air.
Frank had left almost as soon as he had shot her. One less wanna be to deal with in his books. He didn't care. If she had been on the other side of his fight she would have died long ago; it was a miracle how she survived as long as she did. Never the less, he didn't care.
***
Vendetta felt something strange over come her as she opened her eyes, though she didn't remember ever closing them. A bright light, blindingly bright, considering she had been in a dark alley prior to this, hung over her and the form of a woman hung above her. She must be dead. But, what was with the white lights? She was one of the last people who would expect to go to heaven.
"You're job isn't done. Go back," the voice was cold, not what one would expect from an angel at all. It was distinctly female and somehow familiar. The blonde woman leaned over and for a second Vendetta had just the slightest glimpse of her face. Slender nose, fine, high cheek bones, full pink lips and bright blue eyes. The angel kissed Vendetta between the eyes on her forehead. "You aren't done with him, Jade."
Vendetta's eyes opened wide. It had been so long since she had heard that name spoken aloud, or even by the voices which haunted her head like the ghosts of old songs and memories. She knew in the second that followed the blonde angel's disappearance who it was who had come down to her, given her back what had been taken away.
***
She sat up suddenly, the sheets falling from her naked chest. She snatched them back to her feeling the heat of someone laying next to her. Her breath caught in her chest as she realized what had happened, or was it just a dream? It all seemed so impossible.
She had been shot, and killed, but here she was. She was alive. Breathing. How was that possible?