Hello! It's been ages since I've written something! This is a kind of prequel to Disease of Love and Affection (inspired by wolfhawke26). I don't intend it to be too long, but let's see where it goes! I got most of my heaven ideas from Supernatural.
Reviews/opinions/suggestions would be fab ;) Enjoy!
1. New serenity
Natasha sighed heavily, but still happily, as she sunk into the soft cream material that draped over the golden throne type chair which sat on a slightly higher stage of the large hall. The tiny wooden stool that faced her from the centre of the room was now empty, dry blood peeling on the seat whilst the fresh lot gradually trickled down onto the marble floor.
Deep thought crept over the red-heads mind, she'd had this discussion with herself many times before, yet it recurred still.
"Why would God, or whoever, let me into Heaven?" she asked herself mentally, admiring the gleaming crimson that was neatly manicured and painted perfectly onto her long fingernails "and more importantly, let me have a heaven like this one?"
Thoughts of a similar topic whirled around her mind as she sat up straighter, the thick fluffy blanket she'd pulled down still draped around her body, her piercing blue eyes scanning the empty formal hall.
Her version of Heaven was bizarre, but strangely what she'd always wanted.
The cliché Heaven she'd expected to receive was the one with a huge red bricked house, a neatly painted picket fence and a welcoming porch, all with a loving family inside. The eternal happiness people assumed she'd dreamed of since becoming an assassin.
They were all wrong, of course.
She was Natasha Romanoff, and more importantly Black Widow. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best assassin.
The Heaven she received was perfect, a grand hall made of the best kind of marble to exist. The floors were the kind of white that appeared to glow, making the blood that had lazily pooled by the stool seem an uninvited mess of colour; the walls were tall and had a tanned cream wallpaper covered in faint patterns that danced if you watched closely enough; behind the thick purple velvet curtains hid huge glass windows panelled with dark pine, the blue sky outside was lined with thin puffy clouds; the whole room smelt of dried roses, reminding her of the expensive perfume she'd received from billionaires she'd been hired to kill, a present from a criminal, yes, but damn it smelt great; the only furniture was the small stool, the throne which sat in an intimidating manner on a few maroon carpet covered stairs and a long mahogany table filled with many kinds of torture weapons, such as whips, poisons and many kinds of blades.
Natasha's favourite part of this place is that no matter whether they were alive or dead in the real world, if she hated them for whatever reason, they would appear chained to the bare stool and she could do whatever she wanted to them, no red added onto her ledger, her vengeance could be vented however and whenever she wanted it to be now.
Surprisingly, being alone for eternity wasn't so lonely. She indulged in the peace as if it was satisfying the hunger for quiet she'd felt her whole life.
Now and then, but very rarely, she'd wonder out of her room and into the nature of beyond the giant wooden doors. Outside was a lush green, trees and vines engulfing her, making her feel at ease and safe with the wildly coloured plants and the steady stream. She'd named this place the Garden of Serenity, it did make her feel serene after all, plus the name did fit with the whole Heaven thing…
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Footsteps, a rattle of chains, more footsteps, then silence.
"Ah." Natasha spoke into the silence; a twisted smile matching the shine in her eyes was planted on her face at the all too familiar noise. She hadn't turned around to see who was sat behind her; a strange feeling filled her stomach and chest, a sort of longing and knowledge…
Shaking it off as one of those I-bet-I-hate-this-guy-a-lot feelings she sometimes got, she slowly turned to face her enemy, idly swirling the rosé wine in the crystal glass, making her look scary yet extremely seductive.
The moment her eyes clamped on who was cuffed, blindfolded and gagged to the stool, her jaw dropped to the floor, eyes widened, breath hitched and blood drained completely. The glass smashed onto the floor like a red crystal waterfall before disappearing from the carpet.
The comforting silence she loved was gone and replaced with a deafening one.