It's 7:45 pm. Only fifteen minutes left. He's supposed to arrive at 8pm and if he doesn't, then all of this was for nothing. I've been on the search for this guy for months.

Tomas Roccer.

On my search, I discovered that he was highly dangerous. He was known mostly as the leader of one of the most dangerous supernatural gangs in New York. A gang known as "Crimson". His power is taking the supernatural abilities of others temporarily. Doesn't seem to be the most pleasant person, but he doesn't scare me, and that's important right now. To be strong. Fearless. After all, the plan is to interrogate. Can't quite do that with a shaky voice. I need answers and he's the only person that can lead me to them. I'm not giving up no matter how hard it will be to find what I'm looking. In some way, this monster is connected to my past.

It's eight o'clock. It's time for Roccer to come to their planned location. The motives of these people are unknown to me, but I have a pretty good idea they're not for the sake of world peace. They've hurt people, badly. They've left them moaning, bleeding and up for death to take them. I've seen it personally, only hoping that I don't suffer the same fate.

I was on top of a building next to the place they were meeting at. Kneeling so nobody would see me, but I was still able to get a good view of anyone who walked into the building. On the side of the building it read Bobby's Bar on a sign with letters that would flash in light. But those lights never came on, not even at night. Only members of Crimson and close friends to Roccer could enter since Crimson seemed to own the bar. Anyone else would be too afraid to even look at the place. They had the money to only have that local bar -not so local anymore- give full service to them. Crimson owned most areas in the city. I've gathered this information in the past few months.

A black Rolls Royce parked in front of the entrance of the building and a man dressed in a suit came out of the driver's seat and ran to the back, opening the door. Leather dress shoes with steel toes stepped out of the car. Sure enough, those boots belonged to the man I was looking for. His suit was velvet and his hair was a lighter red color and he had a caramel tan. Enough scars on his face one could see a mile away. He gave his driver a nod as he fixed his jacket. The driver returned to the vehicle and drove off.

When I scanned the lot, affirming that it was empty, I climbed down the ladder that was up against the wall. My foot putting pressure on the rusty metal as it climbed down to each bar. I shrieked as one of the bars broke, my balance left me, leading me to fall towards the ground.

Think quick! Think quick!

As my mind wildly darted to any idea that could rescue me, they looked down at the concrete ground. My eyes shut quickly as the entrancement flowed through my veins. Soft green grass spontaneously and rapidly growing from the black concrete below. My body fell upon said grass, saving myself.

A sigh of relief escaped from my lungs. It took me a few seconds to let the world to sink back in. Sitting up, I brushed dirt and small rocks off my arms only to reveal minor cuts. I winced as I felt another one on my forehead with the tips of my fingers. Nothing hurt too badly, but just in case, I lifted a hand and dabbed at the back of my head. I looked at the tip of my fingers, no blood.

Quickly, I pushed myself up and stood against the brick wall seeming dark in the night. The rest of my surroundings were getting darker by the minute. The moon was my only source of light until I noticed a yellowish light coming from what appeared to be a screen door. I walked to it and looked through the door to see inside. Digging my nails into the screen, I leaned forward to look closer. It was the back entrance to a kitchen with no one inside. The door was unlocked, so slowly, I turned the cold metal handle and pushed the door open. I walked inside. There was silence. I didn't hear any voices; you would think nobody was in the building. The silence was almost deafening.

It was too quiet.

Cautiously taking two steps forward, and I felt someone grab me from behind. Their arm was clutching around my neck halting the gasp that almost escaped my throat. The attacker's other arm was around my waist pulling me back. I tried digging their arms off but the person was obviously stronger than me. My small height wasn't helping either. Somehow I was still able to kick one of their legs with the heel of my boot. I heard the man groan and wince. He instantly fell to the ground. I reached into my knife pocket and took out the blade I held there for situations just like this. My body turned around to face the attacker. It was Tomas Roccer. I instantly pointed the knife at him as he tried getting up but froze when he noticed the sharp weapon inches away from his face. A smirk slowly formed on his features. Then a dark chuckle was heard.

"What's so funny?" I asked, not keeping my eyes off of him.

"You." He responded. "I know you've been following me, the question is why?" He asked as though he already knew the answer.

"Where is she?" His smile went away, he knew exactly who I was talking about, I was tempted to see if I could read his mind but I knew that if I did he would sense my powers. I couldn't take the risk of him taking them and using them against me. So I'd have to get the information I needed the old fashioned way.

"Where is who?" He raised his eyebrows, playing the 'I have no idea what you're talking about' bit. He was testing me, and I didn't have time for it. Nor the patience.

I crouched down and held the knife only a centimeter away from his throat. I wasn't going to kill him but this was a hell of a warning. "Don't toy with me! You're the last person who saw her, she told you where she was going, now tell me!" My words gritted through my teeth.

"I can't. I made a promise."

"Since when do men like you keep promises."

His smile grew back. "This was a trap, this was a way to lead you, so I could get rid of you."

He then squinted his eyes, I felt him examining my face carefully. Does he recognize me somehow?

No he's never seen you, I thought, but he did know you were following him.

His gaze suddenly altered, changing to wistful curiosity. He forcefully grabbed my chin with the tip of his thumb and finger. His struggle to not move any closer to the knife was noticeable, nevertheless he held a good grip, and an uncomfortably tight one at that. "Why is it that when I look at you, I see her." I didn't respond. There could be a chance of a good outcome to him knowing I was her daughter; then maybe he'll have mercy on me, but it could also take a different turn; he could kill me to keep me off of her trail. I made an effort not to wince at the pain surrounding my chin and jaw.

"Your eyes are bright green, like hers, but you look just like your father, how unfortunate of a fate he suffered."

I pushed his arm off irately. "Tell me where she is NOW!" My voice was past the point of yelling. He opened his mouth, probably to say something else that would have made me furious. But before he did, a dart had hit him on the side.

What the hell? I turned around, aware of the knife still in my hand. There was a man standing there with a gun pointing towards where the dart had hit. He lowered his gun.

"Who are you!?" I asked.

"I'm Nick Fury."