Vengeance

by QuirkilyQuirky

Quinn is a vigilante who is recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D to help the Avengers kill monsters called demons, who suck out your soul and devour you. What seems like a simple series of attacks is unearthed to be much more, with Quinn tied to the heart of it all. But nothing can stop her from killing her father and making him pay. She will get her vengeance, even if she dies in the process.

1. Vengeance

[Quinn]

I ran through the twisting hallways that I thought I once felt safe in, my pounding footsteps matching the heavy thrumming of my heart. I knew that they were behind me, chasing me. He wouldn't let me get away that easily. I turned a corner to be met by angry shouts. I darted down another corridor, the cries of "I see her!" becoming fainter as I ran. I ignored the blood streaming from my wrists and the gash on my head, only having time to focus on one thing. Escaping.

Finally, I saw the large oak doors that would lead me out onto the driveway, where I would cut though the thin layer of woods that surrounded the house then escape into the city. From there I would trust the darkness to cover my tracks and shroud me until I found a place to hide. What I would do next, I didn't know.

I burst through the doors, gasping the cold night air. The first time I had breathed fresh air for nearly a year. Tattered clothes hung off of my painfully thin and weak frame, the bitter cold biting my skin. The dark blood covering my body starkly contrasted with my paper white complexion.

As I entered the woods, something like a half relieved, half hysterical laugh bubbled from my chest as I realized I was free. It was soon smothered as pain and grief overtook my mind. Echoes of her strangled screams, pleading for me to stop them from hurting her, vibrated in my mind. I could do nothing but watch her be tortured. Images of her blood splattering the floor and her pale, tearstained face flashed behind my eyes.

I didn't stop running until I reached the outskirts of the city, where I stumbled into a dark, dank alley. Sinking onto my knees, sobs wracked my body. I couldn't save her. It's my fault. It's all my fault.

My fault that she's dead.

I now felt empty, the void engulfing my body with every sob, every tear that fell onto the cracked asphalt. There was something else though, slowly growing and swelling as I layed there, the rough pavement biting into my palms.

Soon, my sobbing stopped, but warm tears still trickled down my face. The burning inside of me filled a small part of the emptiness that now consumed my body, and I realized what I had to do. What I needed.

Vengeance. They were going to pay.