Unbreakable

By: Hidden Fae

Breaking Free

"I'm too close to breaking, I see the light / I am standing on the edge of my life"

Tonight Alive, The Edge

Friday, July 15th, 12:42 AM, Unknown Location

"We're going to break you."

The sound of rushing feet echoed through the sterilized white halls. Yells and screams bouncing off the walls as the sound of weapons being loaded accompanying the screams. Who would want to go and see what was happening? Not the one running, bare calloused feet slamming on the cold white tile as they propelled the person forward.

The person was small, given the age, only seventeen. Unruly, long, shaggy black hair fell past small shoulders, bouncing with every step. A small, lithe build with slim arms and legs, covered only in a ragged medical shirt and pants. She wasn't stopping, wasn't going back.

"No one is coming for you, so just give in."

No, she was too close to finally being out of here. Sure, no one was going to come for her, but she wasn't going to stop. It didn't matter if they slit her throat again, disabling her vocal chords to keep from screaming away the pain. Keeping her from wailing! But nothing was going to stop her.

Until he stepped in down the hall, blocking the way out and causing her to skid to a stop.

Ice blue eyes snapped wide open as the man stood there. He had no weapons, wouldn't need them. He wore a denim jacket over a puke green hoodie and jeans. Yeah he was older, much older, maybe mid thirties, but that isn't what made him dangerous. His usual brown eyes glowed bright red as the same glow crept up his neck and into his cheeks, cracking his skin. His rough hands looking the same as he began to crack his glowing neck.

"Go back quietly, and we won't hurt you...much." He smirked as his voice screeched like a fire within him.

The girl closed her blue eyes and lowered her head. She was beaten. There was no way she could escape. She was doomed to go back to that table and cut open. Trying to force her to do something she wouldn't allow. Tortured for the information to make her a weapon.

No, she couldn't escape. Not as a human, anyway.

Those icy eyes snapped open in determination as she dashed forward. Two icy rings formed at her core as her foot slammed into the ground. Each ring moving in opposite directions, one up and the other down. Healthy skin was replaced by deathly white flesh, her clothes changing along with her body. She wore a formfitting black top that extended down her arms and the side of the midriff, leaving her naval and flat stomach exposed. It was white around on her chest and extended down as a stripe along the black. White circles were on each shoulder and even white gloves that came to her elbows. Then there were the pants, form fitting as well, and black, hugging her curves with a white stripe on the outside of each leg leading to white boots with a two inch heel. A white, hooded cape fell behind her, clasped with a gleaming blue stone in the shape of an ice crystal. The unruly black hair didn't change its style, just turning white as she grew closer.

The most outrageous about it all was her eyes. The usually dull icy blue eyes were now bright and sharp. Each pupil glowing green as he feet left the ground. He could stop the human, but he could only touch a ghost if she wished it.

Gunshots rang out through the hall, but the girl didn't pay attention to them. No, her eerily green eyes locked on the enhanced in front of her. Bullet whizzed by her ear, or going straight through her, only to be embedded into the man. But he didn't care as the wounds started to glow red hot and he reared his fist back. He came down hard and fast, faster than a normal human should.

But the fist went right through her as she kept moving. She went in, fists first as they passed through his abdomen, followed by the rest of her, splitting the man in two as she passed through the wall behind him. The man turned to grab at her, but his hands went through her again as her legs were pulled through the solid wall.

It only took a moment, but soon the squad firing at them appeared, holding their guns up if she returned. "Put the guns down...it's gone." He said with a twitch of his head as his hand started shaking. "Tell Killian little Fenton escaped." He really needed his fix, and he needed it soon.

Wednesday, August 31, 7:29 PM EST | Unknown Location

"Sir, I'm close to figuring this out...I just need more time." A tall man wearing a dark suit spoke into the phone at his ear. He rubbed his forehead, which went a little further due to a receding hairline, and sighed.

Mumbled words could be heard over the line as the man frowned. "Yes, sir. I know, but it's just not like her." The man said, he was playing any card he had to buy himself more time to figure this current mess out. The voice said something new, causing the man's eyes to widen even more. "Are you sure, sir?" The pause was short as he moved over to a table with an open file. "Yes, I have the file."

The man leafed through it as he kept an ear to the phone. No one had seen this entity for months. First appearing in Amity Park over three years ago, and then moving all over the country. She was everywhere an unexplained incident occurred, but then went silent. No one had seen the white haired girl in months. His eyes widen as he reached the last picture in the file. It had what appeared to be ravenette girl with blue rings around her body, moving in opposite directions, with new clothes and skin color in the middle.

"Find her, Coulson...she's been running for over a month, and we need to know why." The voice finally said more clearly, it had a rough edge to it, but even it gave away a small amount of pity for a runaway child

"Of course, Director...Coulson out." Agent Phil Coulson ended the call as he stuffed the cell phone into his jacket pocket. "Well, time to get to work."

Friday, September 16, 1:36 PM EST | Washington DC

'Easy girl, they aren't here.' The voice inside spoke softly as the owner jumped at the sound of people passing by. The owner looked into the store front window, looking at his reflection. A teen boy with wild raven hair, cut short against his neck. He wore a plain white tee shirt with a high collar under and open denim jacket and baggy black jeans. He pulled the backpack strap tight in his clenched hand, blue eyes turning dull at his reflection. 'No, not a girl...I'm...Danny…'

The teen kept on moving down the sidewalk, finding the paved ground more interesting than his surroundings. Loose change jingled in his pocket with each step, trying to focus on walking like a boy, even slouching a little as he placed his hands in his jacket. The destination was just a little further up the road. All day on his feet was causing them to scream in agony, but he was too paranoid to even consider any other means.

'I've been running for two months…' Danny thought as his right hand played with an object in his pocket. 'But I can't go back...not yet...not until those A.I.M. bastards are gone.'

So much hate was rolling off in waves for one so young. Not even a teen should know what true hate is, yet the mere thought of that organization caused his eyes to turn from his natural blue into a blazing red. Not to mention they were looking for her...would they even suspect that girl would be desperate enough to do something out of character.

Danny really should have been paying attention, seeing as he bumped into something, or someone, falling to the ground with a small squeak he couldn't contain. He looked up, ready to apologize, until he saw a man in a black suit with a dark striped tie. He had dark sunglasses over his eyes and an almost pleased smile on his face. "You're a hard person to find...Isabelle." The man spoke with a warm voice.

The teen looked up and around. There was no way he could fight here, there were too many people. Too many eyes that would see his ghost half. So he did the only thing he could. He rolled over on the ground, planting his feet beneath him, and took off.

"They always run first." The man said as he began to walk slowly to a candy apple red 1969 Chevrolet Corvette. "Shall we, Lola?"

Danny easily ducked through the mass of human bodies, thankful that he was still quite small despite actively using his powers. It helped him weave around and squeeze between people, giving him enough of a lead on the man. 'They were always going to catch up with you.' A soft voice spoke in his head as the boy shoved his way through a young couple, getting a few choice words directed at him. 'You just turn around and fight back for once.'

'I can't, too many people.' The boy thought back, feeling the ache in his chest to use her. But he couldn't, too many people. If the man was with them...it would be bad...just like the others who had come after him.

Yet again, Danny needs to learn to pay closer attention to his surroundings. He ran out into the middle of the street after pushing past the stopped crowd, and out into the crosswalk. The young teen heard the horn and looked up to see a large delivery truck rushing toward him. 'Well...I'm not going to be alive for much longer.' He thought as his right hand pulled a white hair band out of his pocket and closed his eyes.

Screeching tires echoed into his ears, hopefully the truck would stop soon enough and only seriously injure him. Then he felt a strong hand pulling his arm further into the street, finally jerking him off of his feet. There was a feeling of sliding as he landed in a soft seat and the sound of a closing door, his backpack being crushed against something hard and odd. Danny opened his eyes in time to turn himself in the seat and brace them on the dash as the car sped off.

"I'll ask again: Why do they always run?" The man said as he turned back to the teen with that same smile. "You didn't let me finish my introduction: I'm Agent Coulson, and I'm with Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division...Do you know what that means?"

"Someone really wanted the initials to spell shield?" Danny answered with a sharp quip as his blue eyes narrowed and flashed green until it clicked in his mind and his eyes widened, finally getting their old luster back after months. "You're with the S.H.I.E.L.D.?" So there was hope and his heart finally felt just a little bit lighter.

"Yes. Now tell me Isabelle, what happened to you? Where have you been?" The agent said as his smile faded into a stern, tight lipped frown, not wanting any nonsense whatsoever. "But first: put on your seatbelt, you may be half dead, but I don't want to make you a full ghost yet."

"Don't call me that…" Danny said as jerk his pack into the floorboard and pulled the seatbelt across. "Only my parent's call that." The boy said as he put on a girlish grin that actually seemed to make him glow. "Call me Izzy...and I don't know where to begin."

AN: So my last story didn't turn out as planned, it was too rushed in my opinion, so I sent it back to the drawing board, but it will return. This story may start off weird, but all will be explained. It isn't fun to give all my answers at first, right? -shrugs- Well, let's see what happens. Also, yes Danny is trans* in this story, and it does take place in ElusiveTruth's 'Inverse' where Tony is a transwoman named Megan Stark. I had asked awhile ago if I could put this version of Danny into her 'verse and she said yes. As for Phantom's story...everything leading up to Phantom Planet, but that didn't happen. Please Read and Review, it acts as nourishment and helps the plot bunnies jump around.