Nox's Story
An Avenger's Fanfiction
Only the aliens and Nox belong to me.
(though it is arguable that Thor and I would be Viking buddies and go off to Europe and raid monasteries and shit.)
Avengers and all else belong to Marvel. And various poets. Like William Blake.
PROLOGUE.
"Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright"
-William Blake.
Finland, December 20th, 2012.
0800 Hours.
The air was thick with smoke and screaming. Blinding snow whipped in frigid tendrils as the stragglers limped towards their quarry.
"No! Go away! Please!" She shouted back at them; her eyes wide with fear, "Please don't come closer!"
They didn't listen. They aimed their weapons at the girl; how could one human be so deadly? And such a young girl at that?
They heeded not the cries of the child, as bullets full of tranquilizer fluids enough to bring down the Hulk for an hour sped towards the child.
They never hit their mark.
The soldiers burned out in a blaze of bright, white light; as if they were erased from existence. Any who escaped the disintegrating heat swear it was as if the words of the Bible had come true; as if some God had unleashed their wrath and left nothing behind. The screams of the damned, dead soldiers who were unlucky enough to catch the full blast echoed forever through their minds as if etched there permanently.
Those same screams drowned out the sorrowful apology of a child as she flew away to another place; one with presumably less bullets and lots of ground cover, hopefully enough to grant her temporary refuge.
Anyone who looked up into the clouds shedding their blizzard upon the Earth that morning would have seen a small figure dashing through them, burning brighter than a star in the night.