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Chapter 1
1999, October 31 – 13 years ago…
I stood there staring at my mother in shock as I began to shake, about to cry. She only looked at me holding the gun steady as it pointed where the last guy was shot. There were eight in total, eight people dead because of my mother. She killed them.
I looked at my mother than forced myself to look down at my dead father's face. He had light blonde hair, a small nose, and full eyes; a mixture of light and dark brown, exactly like mine. My mother killed this killed this man, my mother killed my father and even though I know she was protecting me.., I don't know if I will ever look at her the same.
"I'm sorry Sky." She said to me. "Be careful. They will be here soon but we won't be able to get away, only you. Fly away Sky, fly away. I love you."
I looked up just in time to see her pull that trigger, hear that gun shot, and watch her die.
"Mom, no!" I screamed as I ran over.
I stopped abruptly a meter from her body and looked down. I will never forget it, all that blood. I turned quickly as a sob escaped from my lips and tears fell down from my face. My heart felt like someone was squeezing it and it hurt.
I will never forget this. It's etched into my brain never to be picked away.
My mom, she's really dead.
I was ready to fall over, shatter to a million pieces, ready to cease to exist, and ready to give up but then I remembered. I remember what she said, 'Fly away Sky. Fly away. I love you.' So I got up, not for me but for my mother and walked towards the exit. I don't turn back as I step into the cool night and take off.
I fly. I fly away. I fly away, far away and never to turn back.
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One year ago… 2011, March 19
I sat up quickly breathing heavily looking all around the room wildly. It took me a couple of minutes to calm down and realize I was only laying on my old brown couch. I got up slowly knowing that I wasn't going back to sleep for a very long time. I looked down at my self-remembering that I was still in my clothing – I fell asleep in them.
I wore skinny black jeans, a dark green tank top, with my long black boots that reached a few inches below my knee, and my dog tags that hung loosely around my neck. It's not mine, it was my older brothers before – well before. All I can say about my brother is thank god for him or I might not have made this far.
I felt my light brown hair with light blonde pieces stick out of my messy bun as I got up from the couch. It was dark and I wasn't paying much mind bust as seen as I heard the click of the gun, I was wide awake.
A smaller but efficient light in my kitchen turned on sending dimly lit light across the conjoining living room and kitchen. I noticed these things after, as a gun was currently aimed in between my eyes. The hands that held the gun belonged to a woman with dark red hair and a black body suit.
"Hello. Come right on in and make yourself comfortable." I said sarcastically to her as I began walking to the kitchen area. Her gun followed me as I put a kettle on, took out a mug, and a tea bag.
"Sky, Mil." She said clearly.
"Yes, agent? I presume." I said back eyebrows raised before continuing. "So what's your name? I mean I could call you agent but that would get confused with all the other agents. That usually wouldn't bother me but I've never had an agent hold a gun to me first time we've met."
I say my piece while finishing making my tea and standing by a counter.
"Natasha Romanoff."
"Nice to meet you Natasha, I'm Sky. Do you mind putting the gun down?"
She looked at me wearily for a few seconds longer before putting her weapon slowly down.
She's not the first agent I have had in my house or apartment, depending which month it is. Agents show up now and again always asking the same thing, 'will you join SHEILD? And save the world?' Okay maybe not exactly like that but pretty much, and last time I checked there's still our world. Guess they really didn't need me. Liars.
See I have this 'ability' which this secret organization, 'SHEILD' knows about even though my mother told them that I didn't get my father's ability passed on they still know or figured out. Since mom d- left they have been coming in flocks to ask me. I always say no because really, who wants some secret government organization running your life?
You might have guessed by now that I have trust issues which is justified. I've had a lot of shit happen in my life and I don't want to step on anymore.
I was about to out right turn her down as I drank the last drop of tea when I noticed something. The way she held herself with a kind of ferocious and elegance that was exactly how my mom held herself. An extremely, highly, and intelligent agent who is ready to do whatever necessary. She is defiantly one of their top agents so why did they send her to ask a simple question?
Then it hit me and I almost dropped my mug from the shock. She's here for one thing and one thing only, to take me there with whatever she needed to do.
"I'll go get my stuff." I said setting down my mug in the sink.
"What?" She asked genuinely surprised.
"You want me to join so - ?"
With that I walk into my room and grab my large brown shoulder bag, setting it on my bed, and pack. I pack only my necessity's which isn't very much. That's good. I put it on my shoulder so it's securely on me and find it light the expected as I walk out of the complex followed by Natasha.
As soon as we get outside, with the door shutting behind us, I put on my best actress face looking behind her and open my mouth like I was truly shocked along with my eyes widening.
Natasha looked at me and as soon as she turned, I ran fast behind the corner of the complex as she gained speed. I knew I wouldn't beat her but I didn't have to.
I turned the corner and when I knew no one was looking, especially Natasha, I took off. Flying into the night, far away.