A/N- So, if you haven't, go and read my A/N from the chapter previous. If you have, well, then, welcome, and enjoy the story!

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Running. It was all I could remember. Not that that was saying much- I couldn't really remember anything, prior to three months ago, save my name and fleeting feelings of déjà vu.

But I do remember the darkness. The nightmares. I remember someone trying to save me from them, hide me from the horrors of the world. I remember refusing, knowing I would never be able to stand by while my family was in danger.

My family. But who were they? I needed to find them, but how do you find someone you don't even know?

For now, all I could do was run, and hope I could answer these questions, before it was too late.

I panted as I ran, using the shadows as my cover, trying to lose the jet that was tailing me. I had noticed them about two months ago, random people glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes, or suspicious planes and helicopters flying above. I knew they were after me, probably because of what I could do.

I could control shadows.

It was like they were a living entity, that would respond to my wills. It was one of the few things I remembered, knowing how to control the darkness. Like it was etched into my very being, as natural and essential as breathing.

But it wasn't normal. It wasn't human. Which was probably why these people were after me.

Lost in thought, I was barely able to slam to a stop before running headfirst into a man in a flying suit of red and gold armor. My eyes widened, and I spun on my heel, only to come face-to-face with a gun and an arrow pointed at my face. Looking past the weapons, I saw a man and a woman, both clad similarly in dark colors. To my left was a man in medieval-looking armor, complete with a red cape and a hammer covered in Norse runes. To my right was a man in a red, white, and blue suit, holding a shield with the same color scheme. I spun around, not sure who to keep an eye on, but whirled around to face the patriotic one when he spoke. "We don't want to hurt you. We just want to talk."

"Yeah, I can tell," I replied sarcastically, eyeing the multitude of weapons poised to strike. "All giant teddy bears, the lot of you."

"Just come peacefully, and no one gets hurt," he said.

I returned my glare to him. "And who's the one getting hurt?"

"Well, being as you're the only one here unarmed," the red and gold one cut in, "I'm going to assume it's you."

"Who said I was unarmed?" I asked, using the shadows to form two long, wicked-sharp swords.

"I suggest you put those down, Ms." Red-White-and-Blue commanded.

I bit my lip, not really liking my odds if I had to fight. Six against one? Not good. Besides, if I went with them, I might be able to stop running. I might find out who my family is. I might be able to answer some of my questions. Slowly, hesitantly, I lowered my swords, and let the shadows dissipate. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," the woman with the gun said, before handcuffing me, and leading me to their jet.

After about an hour of flight, we arrived at what appeared to be a flying aircraft carrier. The jet landed, and I was escorted inside to an interrogation room. There, I was seated and handcuffed to the table. The others all left, and a man wearing an eyepatch, covered in black leather from trenchcoat to military boots. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Arrgh, matey. Come to ask me to join ye crew of scallywags?"

Though he only had one eye, the glare he sent me had enough malice to compensate. "Who are you?"

I smirked. "Me and nobody else. Just a normal teenager, trying to live her life without getting abducted by freaks, weirdos, and spies."

"Normal teenagers don't have to worry about that," he pointed out. "Normal teenagers can't disappear into thin air. Normal teenagers can't evade the Avengers for two months. Normal teenagers can't conjure things out of the shadows. Normal teenagers have a background, a history, something to prove they do actually exist."

I leaned forward, smirk still present, as I whispered conspiringly to the man. "Maybe that's it, then. Maybe I don't exist." When he just glared at me, I sighed and sat back in my seat, growing serious. "Listen, I really don't know. I don't know who I am, or where I came from, or why I can do the things I can do. All I want is to remember, and find my family."

"Well, is there anything you do remember?" he asked.

I paused, before speaking quietly. "I remember my name." At his silent encouragement, I continued. "Nocte."

He hesitated. "Your name is Latin for 'night'?"

I nodded. "I don't know how I know this, or why I don't remember anything. But, what I do remember, I'm sure of."

"And you said you wanted to find your family?" he repeated from my earlier statement. Again, I nodded. "Do you know who they are?"

I shook my head. "No. But, I think something big is coming. I have this really bad feeling, and something is telling me they're in danger. That's why I want to find them."

"Do you know what is coming?" he asked.

"No," I told him. "Just… something bad. I don't know when, either."

He nodded, and stood, going to leave, but there were questions that I wanted answered first. "Wait!" He stopped, and turned to face me. "Who are you all? Where am I?"

"Your questions will be answered soon," he replied shortly. "Just stay here, and relax."

He left, and I deflated in my seat, grumbling to myself. "Kinda hard to relax when I was just kidnapped, interrogated, and left handcuffed to a table."

Isn't my life fantastic?

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