Hello people of the inter webs its Stitch Here! This is my first Fanfiction for Avengers and let me just tell you… the Supervillians were always my favorite. So in this story I put my character in the point of view of a villain with powers of amazingness! I hope you like I would enjoy reviews or follow me if you think I am decent. I may need some OC's soon so I will set up what to base them off of!
-Stitch
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Anialise's Thoughts P.O.V
Some people call me a freak of nature, a mistake; I stopped caring what they thoughta long time ago. School was where the judgmental idiots reigned free, like zombies to an innocent they attacked whom they thought was weak. Little did they know… that I was anything but weak, I was the definition of Darkness itself. A sweet 10 year old that somehow got into the 6th grade was all they saw in me. I knew I was different than them, smarter even… they made sure I would never forget it. I still bear a few scars when the bullies felt particularly mean and shoved me onto the streets, the sons of bitches made it hard not to hate life. So here I am a "little" girl who was hated for nothing and shown it with passion.
Anger was a simple factor in my life, evident everywhere with nowhere to go. I was simply its conduit in the world; I took in pain and transferred it into something deadly. Why do people misjudge pity for weakness, when they themselves were the weak ones? I am small, I know that, but Doll wasn't.
Heroes… Avengers… whatever you wanted to call them were just symbols, save the world but the world is already full of evil. Loki… was nothing, why take out anger on something that would never love you back, he was sly but not enough. He only wanted attention and I pity him for that, but he should have simply left the world for dead. This may seem random at the moment but believe me, it all fits together into a puzzle, pieces everywhere found at random slowly finding their way to connect.
Anialise was simply a shell of myself, people in New York call me Doll. Why such a simple name you may ask yourself, I don't need a fancy name to make a stand. The police couldn't catch me… and I knew they were confused at what I could do. They never see me… they never caught me, I was merely a ghost. I liked to stay hidden, I knew that someday if I "impressed" the Avengers enough that I would show myself, someone worthy of my sin. I did random yet elevated crimes that I knew would gain attention, Stealing, killing it meant nothing to me. I have no one left that I love so I have no limits to what I will do. I have no one; family doesn't exist for me, friends… No one likes me.
Orphanages were supposed to help kids gain someone to love, but in truth they used the other children and I like slaves. Bullies didn't only exist in school, some of the kids were nice enough but most just pushed me around and asked me to do their work for them, lazy asses. Of course I complied to avoid the bruises, my already aching body managed to complete the tasks they gave me, but it didn't mean that I would like it. The manager of the Orphanage was no better, a fat ass who does nothing but sit down and order us to clean the already dirtless floors. Honestly I was scared to even think of what he does in his office all day, probably something perverted. I never felt bad for myself; I just wanted to be left alone… I never wanted to be seen or looked at. Why do these people attack me, I literally sit down and insults litter my conscience, I never talk, I never smile, and does that make me Goth of course not. They judge me and I take it in but in all fairness I just relish what I would do when I finally snap and end their useless excuses for lives.
Now that we have established my situation, let me show you what happens in the darkness.
Pain
Pity
Weakness
Sin
Scars
The End.
Still Anialise's P.O.V
I walked down the crowded hall with learned swiftness, my shiny black shoes made tiny repetitive taps as I rushed to my next class. My black oversized long sleeve shirt swayed limply as I kept lightly jogging, my books jumping up and down. The kids that passed me made sure to "accidently" bump into me, making my time go faster than I had hoped for. I groaned as I took in the last hit and rushed to my way to Pre-Algebra, which in my opinion was my best subject.
I finally made it to the door, the labyrinth of adolescent kids behind me dwindled to nothing more than 5 or more. I made my way in just to be shoved against a familiar wall, "Hello Wall, I see we meet again," I thought. "Move Freak," muttered a rather big 7th Grader as he trudged in casting me a withering glare. I merely scraped myself off of the white brick and walked to my seat.
"Ok class, time to get to work!" Mrs. Cooper said with a cheerful chirp. Her happy attitude made me sick to my stomach but she was a good teacher and that was all I really cared about. The lesson went by quickly, the equations and teasing words of the students simply faded into x and y's. I glanced at the clock, the constant click bursting through my ears; it was 9:43… 2 more minutes. I packed up my stuff into a plain black backpack.
"Ok Kids, remember! Homework is Pages 234 through 235 all! Have a lovely weekend!" Mrs. Cooper said. My mouth curled into a small smile, I was happy to get away from all the bullies watching my every move waiting for me to mess up. The bell rang and all the students were ushered out by the sound of slapping shoes on tile. I stood up slowly taking in the rare silence of a room; I left with the teacher's eyes following me out, as if she really cared what they did to me.
I walked out of the classroom and moved over quickly to my locker, I was playing with my long sleeves to pass the time. I put in the combo with bored movements, slow and steady. I reached in and grabbed my Pre-AP Earth Science book and binder, the papers in my binder were heavy enough but the book was just weighing my small body down. I heaved my book to my chest and was about to close my locker when I felt a strong push on my shoulder. My body flew into my locker easily, its frailness allowed me to enter the 6 Foot locker easily. My book still in hand at the time dropped to the floor of the locker but my binder left my grasp.
I heard the giggles as the door closed and I just sat there, pissed off beyond belief. I just waited for the footsteps to fade away to nothing before I escaped the metal trap. I softly placed my hand on the locker, the shadows of the locker slowly made their way to my hand. I pushed the excess shadows into the lock and grinned with satisfaction as I heard the small locks bounce up in submition and unlocked.
I pushed open the locker door with ease and stepped out. I dusted off my fading skirt and stretched to get rid of the claustrophobic feeling still evident in my muscles. I stood up strangely calmly, even for me, I was surprised that I was handling it this well. I grabbed my fallen book and binder and walked to class like nothing had happened. Before I entered the classroom I sighed and thought to myself, "This is getting old."
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