Chapter one: The Introduction.
My name is Crystal Hill, I am a young woman or whatever, I guess still a teen, I am after all only sixteen. although if my dark manners and way of life are something to go by, I wouldn't really have any kind of innocence, let me make this clear now - I hate every person in this world, I dislike people, much too gullible, they do not understand, they cannot define truth nor can they tell a real lie. Therefore I spend my time in either a library or exploring, I have - and I am proud to say - but only one weakness, and that is knowledge, my desire to know is great, so great I would go to extreme lengths just to discover the why of something. My words that I had so kindly repeated time and time again in front of every class echoed in my mind, perhaps I was happy perhaps I was not, I had managed to trick every single one of them with my facade of Crystal, none of them had noticed that perhaps there was something beneath my blank mask, that maybe I was not Crystal Hill, but maybe Kristangel Dark, or that instead of just being a strange cruel teen, I had blood in my hands, or that my pale flawless face hid nightmares, so easily concealed behind cheap makeup and a dark smirk, so stupid and gullible, every single one of them, they all deserved death. Specially the professor called Prim something or the other, she had, oh so purposely annoyingly suggested with her kind ass smile- all fake of course- and sweet brown hair that made me want to spit at her to put me in an after school activity. Something about bonding every day after school from tomorrow on, I am of course only going to attend to that because I heard that they can teach me about norse mythology, that I guess is not too much myth considering what had happened only a month ago here, aliens, demigods, a scientist with 'breathtaking anger management issues' , a super soldier and a couple of master assassins, not to mention the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist that had somehow managed to create a metal suit that was able to fly around and launch nukes into outer space to hit a bunch of Chitauri, but I guess Stark hadn't been too much of a real secret considering that he had blurted it out in front of the media not more than two years ago.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a loud red-headed, brown-eyed bitch yelled my name "Crystal! Come here! " I walked in fast strides towards the white door hoping to escape the girl whose name started with M and get through that double door that finally would let me out if this hell-hole. "You know I hate you, I know you hate me, but let's face it! I'm the most popular here, so, just to make it clear to you, don't you dare talk trash about me, I'm the best aroundd here, and I know you're a loser, even if everyone else in this little place hac somehow falled In love with the likes of you." I frowned as the annoying redhead caught up to me, I was new in this school, and I'm proud to say that I had managed to get everyone straight about the fact that I absolutely did not want anyone near me, but as it apeared now, everyone in this school seemed to love the new girl.
"Look girl, I don't really know who you are, and I most definitely do not even wish to know. So get you fat-ass face out of my sight and never ever talk to me, ok? " I put my hand on the door handle and moved my head lazily towards her and fixed her with my worst glare. I blinked a couple of times as I realized her eyes were watering then I smirked as I saw her arm snap up and approach my face. A cruel laugh escaped my throat as I grabbed her wrist without even flinching as her bone snapped and crushed it even more after that in my tight hold
"Never touch me. Don't you dare try to hurt me, because next time, I will rip your arm out of its socket and choke you with it, then I will cut you stomach open and tie you intestines and use them to hang you above the courtyard" as I released her wrist I felt a surge of pride as I realized a bruise had already started forming, I guess a long year of training and survival had finally managed to pay off. she whimpered and ran towards the principal's office - or I suppose so, I guess she could be going to another exit that I don't know about- well at least now I can go home, relax and-
"Miss Crystal! To the principal's office, now!" A loud male voice yelled at me seemenly out of nowhere, they really did hide those things well.
Assholes
"Did you do it?" The principal's pale face was red as a tomato, his fat arms moving up and down as he yelled at me in an outraged manner, my eyes slid off his face as I scanned his office, it was almost bare and every part of the room that did in fact posess some kind of decoration screamed 'this guy has no style at all', a couple of posters hung from here and there, one of them had a fat, slimy green frog simply sitting on top of a desk, under further examination, it seemed that the desk in the poster had the same markings his desk had, with a grunt I pulled my hands off his cheap brown desk that was stuffed with trash, some chewed-on pencils and a picture of him without a shirt, his man-breats almost bigger than mine sagging downwards.
"I have no idea about what you are talking about sir" my innocent smile didn't face mr. In-so-fucking-powerful-I-can-freeze-your-balls-off -with-a-single-glare
"Did you hit and threaten Max?" So that was her name
"If by hit you mean self- defense, then I guess so. If you think about it, that girl was going to hit me. I of course reacted naturally and grabbed her wrist, I did not know that she could get hurt by a natural hold of the arm" oh yes, I could already see his tombstone 'killed by a girl trying to talk her way out of JUVI'
His brows went together in a comical way.
"Max said you had attacked her, she never lies" his voice lowering considerably
"Tell me John" I said in a low voice as I stood up from my extremely uncomfortable chair that made my ass feel big, but I guess that was just the chair that was probably made to support a little ten year old child "who can you trust more? Someone that always lies without flaw? Or someone that has never told a lie?" His eyes widened, "the answer is quite simple, you can trust the one that always lies, because as we all know lies are addictive, so you know to relie on the lie and to choose the other path. Now, the one that never lies has made no pledge to be truthful, she can betray you at any given moment and you will not know until you have chosen hell over paradise. Max, a truthful solidary girl may be more than that you know, maybe next time you speak to her you would care enough to sniff at the drugs in her breath, or perhaps the bulge in her pocket that is, coincidentially enough shaped like a cigarett box." With that my pacing stopped and I glanced backwards away from the white haired dinosaur and towards the door with a tiny window encrusted ( or something like that considering that you could tell that someone had cut through the door in an inexperienced manner and then had put a window in the hole) in the middle. I glanced back and nodded at him, his stunned eyes never leaving an invisible stain in the white- colored wall, I turned my body completely and took my leave.
I glanced at my reflection, my green eyes shining with a bright, mockingly happy stare, I sighed as I moved a lock of midnight black hair away from my face, today I was truly hoping to get a job, unfortunately it took me half an hour to find my way out of that cursed labyrinth they call high school. And that added to the time after school I had spent in there had been devastatingly dooming for my crushed dreams. I pulled away from the closed store's window and started walking towards home, where an empty, dark apartment was waiting for me.
As I walked through the now empty streets of new york I smiled, wondering why they would, in fact, be empty, for a place that never slept they were doing quite the lousy job tonight.
As if on cue a loud lightning almost blasted my ears off, interrupting the before-undisturbed silence, I watched with awe as a large tornado like storm that had pieces of rainbows emitting out of nowhere lowered itself into the middle of the street. After a couple of seconds my body reacted and my legs moved towards the unnatural disaster going on in front of me. My hair whipped at my face as strong winds pushed me away from it but I simply had to know what it was. The rainbow colored storm pulled itself up again revealing a pale body with black hair and thin yet powerful muscles laying in a shallow pool of his own blood, he wore a silver armor with strange markings and a green cape, my mind provided a picture and a name, Loki, as all the files in S.H.I.E.L.D's archives had provided when I hacked it not too long ago.
"Hey are you ok?" I toed the body, hoping that it was not dead, I could run away now, or maybe I should try to carry the man, but for someone so thin and frail he truly looked heavy, wearing all that armor, so I opted for plan C: annoy 'till he wakes up. "Hey, wake up, if you don't move then some police might take you like they did not too long ago with that god- what was his name? Thug? No wait... Thor yeah that's it, S.H.I.E.L.D. might trap you like they did with the hammer... Mjonir was it? " With those words his eyelids snapped open and his wicked green eyes fixed on mine.
"Don't you dare touch me you filthy piece of-" his sentence was suddenly interrupted as a fit of coughing hit him, his body shook as he lay in the middle of a street his body blending in slightly with the dark night sky. I stared at him waiting for him to finish coughing Is that blood? I think it is, that's it, I'm definitely taking the god home to take some tests on him, who knows? Maybe an immortal's blood heals cancer or something.
"Well this filthy piece of friendliness is taking you home with her, so get up and let's go" he scanned my body, as if looking for a sing that told him that I was lying about the hospitality I had so kindly offered to him, a mere stranger, he of course would only see a teen with beautiful complexions and medium sized breasts like everyone else did, my masks were impenetrable. "Don't worry, I'm not lying, and if I was, you probably would not be able to tell, I am after all an expert, nobody can trick me yet, every lie I tell will be trusted."
He opened his mouth to respond, with a witty remark my mind butted in, remembering all the files about his way of being that had seemed strikingly familiar when compared to Stark's. But before he could utter another word his eyes flickered and for a moment his mask slipped and he showed deep pain,mental and otherwise. then he passed out, leaving me standing in the middle of a street with the loud noises of a waking city, that minded not a bleeding and wounded man with trusting issues.