So this is a brand new story, and I have absolutely no clue as to where I want to take it. All I know is that it is an OC, and will involve the Thor and Avengers movies. Not so sure about Thor: The Dark World yet, but I guess we will see later. Anyway, enjoy the first chapter!

Disclaimer: All I own is my OC, sadly.

I was wearing a black skintight catsuit, with the sleeves cut off and the zip at the front slightly down to show my collarbones. I wore black combat boots and fingerless leather gloves. On my back were strapped my two katana blades, and hidden on my person were various daggers and throwing knives. My long black hair was in a high ponytail, and my inhumanly emerald eyes scanned the street as I walked by. It was midnight, and I was going in for the kill.

I wasn't human, just living on Midgard for two reasons: to hide and to hunt. Mortals were such easy prey, and so much fun to torment. For a predator like me it was like my own personal Valhalla. Well, it would be, if humans weren't so petty and powerless. In the decades I have been on this realm I have found myself wishing someone would come and take it over, rule it, and bring Midgard up to league with the other of the Nine instead of dragging pathetically behind them.

I had come to this realm for peace, when my reputation caught up with me and I found myself the target of the armies of both Asgard and Vanaheim. I was a troublemaker by heart, and had spent countless years imprisoned for my deeds. So when I found myself cornered and with no hope of escape, I came to Midgard. Nobody would expect me to come here, as I was well known for my hatred of all things mortal. This gave me the time I needed to regain my power and plan my revenge.

That was about twenty years ago now, though I looked no different. The perks of being immortal were endless. No doubt the other realms were still searching for me, so I was careful to always hide myself from Heimdall and his watchful gaze. So, while I was waiting for my opportunity to return to Yggdrasil and reign destruction on all those who hunted me, I needed entertainment. Which led to why I was walking down the dark alleyways of New York in the middle of the night.

I kill because it's fun. The thrill of battle and the feeling of superiority and power you get when you watch the life drain out of their eyes. In many people's books this would make me a monster. But that is the one thing that I am not. Well, I try not to be. My heritage says otherwise so I tend to keep my true form hidden at all times. I have plenty of power in my normal form, and I am not proud of what I am so I will not go around parading it for everyone to see.

I was an extremely powerful sorceress. My speciality was dark magic, and there were only few magic wielders in the Nine Realms that could match my power. I also had the powers my heritage gave me. Enhanced healing abilities and senses, and the ability to teleport at will much faster than I could if I used my magic to do it. In my true form I also had razor sharp teeth and claws but I never used those for reasons I have already explained.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a scuffling sound coming from around the corner from where I was. Instantly on alert, I crept my way past the abandoned dumpsters and towards the sound. Poking my head around the corner of a brick wall, I saw it. A huddled figure curled up on the ground. It just looked like a pile of rags in the dim lighting, but my enhanced sight allowed me to see the faint movement of breathing.

I smiled cruelly. A homeless person. Wouldn't be missed. Perfect. Silently unsheathing one of my katanas from my back, I started towards it.

Only to stop when I heard a whispered voice from above.

I froze. There was definitely someone on the rooftop, watching me. Resisting the urge to look up, I debated what to do without looking suspicious. If it was just mortal spies, sent to capture me for killing innocent humans, I should just kill the homeless person and then the spies themselves. But, if it was someone else, not from this realm, who had found me, I might be in trouble. I didn't want to risk being imprisoned again. Cursing under my breath I put my blade away and turned to make for the exit to the alleyway.

But it was blocked.

Men in black uniform lined the exit, all holding guns. As far as I could tell, they were mortal. I smirked and pulled out both katanas. Some sort of organisation trying to take me down. Quickly scanning, I counted ten men on the ground. No doubt there were more in the roofs but for now I would focus on the immediate threat. Did I say threat? I meant entertainment. Preparing myself in a battle stance I stared down the mortals.

"If you're here to kill me, it's not worth the bother. If you value your lives and are even remotely smart you will turn around and leave."

They didn't move, only cocked their guns.

I smirked.

After the first bang, I teleported just in time to see the dart fall to the floor where I had been stood. Wait, dart?

Oh.

They weren't here to kill me, they were here to capture me and bring me back to whoever they worked for.

I'd like to see them try.

Reappearing behind the line of confused agents, I swung my blades out and stabbed the two closest to me. They fell to the floor silently and their friends turned on me. The one on my left made a grab for my arm but I twisted at the last second and cut his arm off at the elbow. He screamed and reared back, and in my momentary distraction I felt two more of them grab me by each arm and heard another one cock his tranquilliser gun from behind me. I was held in place.

Oh hell no.

I teleported and the dart hit the agent with one arm. He fell to the floor with another cry, and remained still.

Knockout drugs.

Reappearing and stabbing another agent, I used his fallen body as a shield as another dart came my way. Rising from my crouch I threw a smaller dagger at another man, relishing in the noises he made as it pierced his throat. I teleported again, to where the armless but unconscious agent was, watching as the wall behind where I had previously been was littered with darts. I stabbed the fallen agent and threw another knife at an incoming man. He twisted his body away at the last second and the dart he was already firing went off course and hit one of his friends. He fell to the floor, asleep.

I smirked. Idiots.

Teleporting again I stabbed the unconscious agent, and had to teleport again instantly to narrowly miss being hit by another dart.

6 down 4 to go.

Reappearing behind another agent I stabbed him and twisted my body to miss another dart, pulling my katana out of his body and letting him fall in an undignified heap at my feet. I turned just in time to see another dart flying at my head, and teleported at the last second. Landing in a crouch I stood and felt myself grabbed from behind. Another agent came up in front of me and aimed the dart at my arm. Before he could pull the trigger I launched off the agent holding me and kicked out at the armed human. The dart went off course and I dimly heard a cry from the roof as it hit someone.

I knew there was more of them.

I whirled and stabbed the agent that had held me and teleported to the one who had fired. Slitting his throat, I turned to see the only remaining agent. He was standing against the wall, holding out his gun. I could see from this distance that he was shaking. I smiled sweetly then teleported to right in front of him. I stabbed him through the heart, relishing in the feeling of metal scraping against bone. As he slunk to the floor I absentmindedly wiped my blood slicked katanas against his clothes. Once they were clean enough, I stood and headed for the exit to the alleyway.

That was when the dart pierced my neck.

I yanked it out immediately, not allowing much of the tranquilliser to enter my blood stream. I whirled around and suddenly remembered about the agents on the roof.

Shit.

I turned and ran as fast as I could out of the alleyway and out onto the main road. It was too early in the morning for anybody to be outside, so I sped down the path, ignoring the fact that my vision was starting to go dark around the edges. The tranquilliser was pulled out before much could enter my bloodstream, but some did, so I would eventually fall unconscious.

Gritting my teeth and putting on an extra burst of speed as I heard footsteps pursuing me, I was so focused on putting distance between me and them that I didn't notice another dart flying towards me from the rooftop. It sunk into my leg and I collapsed on the pavement, yanking it out ruthlessly. I could feel myself slipping out of consciousness, and hear the footsteps and voices as the agents caught up to me.

The last thing I heard before the darkness consumed me was one of the agents say "Director, we got her." into his phone.

Please R&R, let me know what you think. I have no idea how this story would seem to someone other than me, who is writing it so it doesn't count.

Also, I would like to mention that when writing this chapter, I found out that I love writing fight scenes. Who knew?