Prologue: Origin of Firebolt
*The Following Chapter is being told from the perspective of one of my OCs. Later chapters will be told in 3rd person perspective. I do not Own any characters Except my 2 Ocs, Firebolt and Frostbite
Italics = Thought*
Hatred.
Anger.
Fear.
These are the emotions I've felt ever since I've been in this goddamn place.
My name is Fiona Randell. I'm 17 years old, Caucasian, with long red hair and yellow-orange eyes. Im pretty tall for my age, standing at about 6 feet 4 inches and I'm pretty slim.
And I've been a prisoner of HYDRA since I was 8. Along with my twin sister Zira, who looks a lot like me, except with shorter blonde hair and green eyes.
I should probably go back to the beginning. Me and My sister always thought we were normal children y'know? Good family, good education, good friends. That all changed on our 8th birthday. Turns out my dad was with HYDRA, and against my mother's wishes, we were taken away to this faclity. I have no idea where it is sine we were blindfolded.
Then the pain began.
Constant experimentation, constant torment, all to make us "enhanced." Turn us into loyal weapons for HYDRA's cause.
When we were 12, it finally produced results. I gained Pyrokinetic powers, and my sister Cryokinetic. That's when the real hell began.
Day after day we were put through rigorous training. Constant drills, combat scenarios, power training. If we slacked off we were hit, if we failed we were hit, if we succeeded, we'd be tossed back in our rooms for a "rest"
Throughout it all I held out hope someone would find us. Someone would save us. I held that hope for 5 years.
My Sister didn't. She became more receptive to their teachings, she began repeating their rhetoric. Then she began with the "Hail HYDRA." I Knew I couldn't last much longer...so I planned my escape. When I made sure to wake up early one morning and worked on breaking the inhibitor collar they had given me. Took about an hour but I melted it off after raising my body heat to insane levels. Melting the door off its hinges, I ran through the hallways.
The alarm blared and HYDRA goons ran after me. My powers allowed me to melt their weapons and I blasted them away left and right. Eventually, only Zira stood in my way.
"Zira! Please stand aside. We don't have to be HYDRA's pawns!" I begged her.
She didn't respond and attacked me. We fought for several minutes, her trying to freeze me and myself defending. I didn't want to hurt my sister.
However, I knew If I didn't fight back I wouldn't be able to escape. Turning my hands up, I burned her face and knocked her aside, running like hell. I ran and I never looked back.
A Few months later, I was walking down the street when I came across a mugging. I don't know what I was thinking but I stepped in and saved the victim. At that point I figured I might as well use my powers for something good and got to work. With my self taught sewing skills, I put together my new costume. It was a red suit with orange highlights, an orange cape and eye mask, Yellow gloves and boots with red highlights, and a fire symbol on the chest.
From that point on I would dedicate myself to fighting injustice as the Fire-powered super-heroine, Firebolt. Admittedly I also did this to get some sweet revenge on HYDRA.
Just when I thought my life couldn't get any more interesting, there was a mass breakout of SHIELD captured supervillains, and I would meet people who would once again change my life forever...
