I've been walking this road of desire

I've been begging for blood on the wall

I don't care if I'm playing with fire

I'm aware I'm frozen inside

I have known all along

Sera -

I tried to numb my body without much success. This constant raging pain was annoying and put me on the edge. Why did I have to be like this? In so much pain? Why did they need a barrier? Why did I have to be found by them? By SHIELD? By Fury?

I had been found almost six years ago now when I was in university. I'd managed to kill seventy six people that day, including them. The blast I'd sent him especially had been so powerful his head had exploded which I thought was hilarious but SHIELD did not. Hence I got stuck at SHIELD. In the psych ward. The loony bin. The prison.

At an early age (I can't quite pinpoint when) I'd discovered I was different, but I can remember it had started off with an argument with my step-father. He'd ended up on the cold chequered kitchen floor, screaming in pain as I'd imagined only moments before. After that it grew and he grew in fear, leaving me always alone. I was different to other people. I wasn't afraid. I had nothing to lose. Or gain. It didn't matter to me who died, or how, or even why.

Fury had explained it to me when I'd arrived. I could control fire and as a result burn people's minds or heat up my own skin amongst other things. Invisible to the naked eye but deadly and an asset. That's the only reason I was alive, why he'd kept me alive. So I'd help them. I should have been tipped off by that. No one ever needed me. They usually only used me for their own gains. But I'd decided to believe his lies and go along with the beautiful fairytale he painted in my head.

So, here I was. In this cage. Oh, it may fool you, looking like a normal room would, with a bed and a chest of drawers with clothes in and a bookcase overflowing against the left wall with my things in, but the doors had magnetic locks and there were no windows. I was too valuable to let escape and too big a risk to let operate freely.

The fairytale had finally shattered a few months ago after being at SHIELD for three years, when I'd botched up a mission. It hadn't been that bad really – I'd killed the enemy rather than let Matthew's do it and as a result he'd blacklisted me. Hence I was here under quarantine with this stupid band in my head causing me constant migraines. Only called when SHIELD needed me and when there was no other option left to deploy. Locked in a cage with my once dangerous asset stripped to a minimum and no one. Back to where I'd started. Alone.

Fury came every so often. He'd apologised in his own silent not-saying-anything way for my imprisonment. I'd never found out why I was here exactly but I was sure it had to do with Matthew's pride and him playing on everyone's fears. He had probably talked about how he'd heroically saved the day or such nonsense. He was a big pig to be brutally honest and if I still had all my power I would have killed him right then and there. I wasn't too big on morals as such.

'Seraphina.'

I snapped out of my thoughts, jerking my head to the now open doorway where Fury stood leaning against the doorframe. I unfolded my legs and stood up off my bed.

As far as I knew he didn't have any superpowers like many of the agents here but he didn't seem to age and was f*cking strong! If he held you back, you couldn't do anything. He was tall – almost seven feet with dark brown skin and a black eye patch over his left eye. He never discussed what had taken it from him. He wore his usual black heavy leather jacket and trousers, with his usual useless guns probably hidden in all those layers somewhere. I was sure he somehow was genetically altered like Steve.

'Get up. You have a new assignment.'

I glared at him. Why the hell would he think I would help him? After all that had happened? He sighed at my lack of response.

'Seraphina. You're needed on this one. If you do well, I will let you out of here.'

What? I could get out of this prison? He was letting me out?

'I'll help with whatever it is you need me for but I want out of here, not put in another prison or cell and I want the band off.'

I spat the last words at him, sending a small wave of pain. The maximum I could muster at the moment. He flinched slightly as his eyes (or should I say eye) reflected he'd felt it. Brilliant.

'That band is for your protection Akeldama and the protection of everyone else in this facility.'

'I want it off! I'm not a frickin' danger! If I was, I would have killed you all months ago, when I first arrived.'

Try living in constant pain every day, you imbecile. He seemed to study me before continuing and reluctantly agreed. Fury always liked having firepower.

'Fine, but if you do anything –'

'I know. I know. It will be put straight back on. I know.'

I slowly walked over to him, unsure whether to trust him or not, but to be honest I just wanted this band off no matter what I had to do to get it off. I didn't really have any morale's parse. I just lived by one rule – I only killed who I deemed fit. Picky about how I killed - kind of a shrewd justice but mine none the less.

The corridors were silent as usual and getting information out of Fury was like taking the wings off a wasp. Impossible and you were bound to get stung! We seemed to be in a maze, the way he seemed to take random corridors all the time. Where were we really going? I had never been in this section before, even if I could not remember much since I'd been imprisoned for the last year.

The walls were eerily white and the corridors had a ghostly gleam to them. It screamed death with each step. Where were we really going? He paused outside a blue thick metal enforced door held in the wall suddenly. The wall here was scratched and clawed at, destroying the too perfect paint finish.

'Seraphina. Remember, if you do well as Agent Matthew's instructs we will let you out.'

Agent Matthew's? what? I nodded trying to remain calm as he unlocked the door, before closing it after me. He wasn't coming with me. I punched the wall in frustration. I had to deal with that idiot again. Alone. I stood in a small passageway that had more claw marks everywhere on every surface. What was I in for? The door in front of me loomed, becoming larger the longer I looked at it.

It swung open suddenly revealing Agent Matthew's disgruntled expression. Agent Matthew's was a tall man in his early forties. He had a forgettable face which worked well as an agent. It helped him blend into the background. His personality on the other hand was a different matter. Every time I saw him I just wanted to kill him.

'Seraphina.'

I nodded curtly. Oh, how I wished I could hurt this man, properly and painfully. I sent him a small wave of pain causing him to stumble backwards and snarl at me in pain. Fantastic.

I walked through the door into an enormous circular room. The walls buzzed in the background. Electrified was my guess. This was another prison cell but held no camera's. correction, it was a torture cell.

'Don't touch anything. It's meant to harm.'

I looked at Matthew's grinning expression at his own statement. Man, this guy was twisted.

There was only one occupant in this huge room, seated in the middle of it. He had his head down so I couldn't see his face and his thick grey SHIELD clothing had dried blood all over it giving nothing away. Some of the blood was still fresh and dripped down his clothing onto the grey lifeless floor. His dark hair was dishevelled and long, flowing to his shoulders. What were they doing to this man? What had he done? Who was he?

I looked back at Matthew's terrifying expression to try and get something out of him.

'The assignment?'

He focused on my face for a minute, before talking

'Torture.'

He seemed to think I should have already known the answer to what I was asking based on his expression.

'NO!'

There was no way I was going to harm a stranger like that when I had no idea who or what he had done and not when Matthew's asked me to do it. I only hurt who I deemed fit.

'No?'

He took a menacing step forward, grabbing my arm before throwing me into one of the walls. My scream was of surprise more than pain and only made him grin harder. I knew his game. Hurt me if I disobeyed to get me to use my power when I had no control over it. Use my safety reflex. Matthew's yelped in pain as the wave hit him but the prisoner didn't budge.

'You understand right? Hurt him or I shall hurt you.'