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Summary: Kat Evans is just a scared 15 year old girl wanting nothing more than to escape her life at the unground, or the T.U.G. but she doesn't know how. She has been beaten into submission for too long and now this is all she knows; but what happened when out in the field she is caught by two S.H.E.I.L.D. agents by the names of Clint and Natasha? Oh things are about to get interesting.
Loud, piercing, screams filled my ears; I recognized it as my mother's, her screams where swiftly followed by my father's loud cries. I struggled against my bonds, hissing slightly when they dug into my raw skin. Hours upon hours of their screams and cries; only to be replaced by mine. It was a terrible cycle. Just nothing but endless screaming and I couldn't take it anymore! So I finally caved, I finally did what they wanted.
"Ok stop! Stop it! Stop hurting them; I'll join! Just please stop it!" I shouted. Almost instantly their screams stopped, then for a long moment it was quite; the only sound was my heavy, labored breathing. All of a sudden the big heavy metal door in front of me swung open to reveal Mr. Vaughan and two guys behind him who were dragging my parents in to the room by their hair. Once they were inside the room the two lackeys forced them down onto their knees. They seemed to be drenched in water; it was dripping in a big puddle around them.
"Kat," My mother whispered in a frightened voice, a broken expression on her face.
"Kat sweetie, what have you done?" my father asked, finishing for my mother. I furrowed my brow in confusion. I didn't understand; I joined them so they would stop hurting them, I thought this was right! Why are they looking at me like that? The sound of a match being lit breaks me out of my thought. I stare at the match for a moment, then look down at my parents, then back up at the match again, then it clicks; I know what he is about to do. A look of horror and realization must have crossed over my face because Mr. Vaughan smiles darkly, and then dropped the match. The instant it hits the floor my parents go up in flames, their screams bouncing off the walls. As the flames effulged them they fall to the ground in a heap. I just stare in shock, my mouth a gap as their screams slowly die down. At this point one of the men that had brought them in pours a bucket of water on them causing smoke to go everywhere. I sat frozen in place, just staring at what's left of my parents bodies. When I'm finally able to tear my gaze away from them I direct it to Mr. Vaughan and his smirking face. I stared in complete shock; my mind just seems to freeze, I couldn't move and I felt terror well up in my chest.
"Don't take it personal sweetheart. Now that you work for me I can't have any lose ends now can I?" he asked casually," I look forward to doing business with you, Ms. Evans." he said in a deep voice. He took one final look at his handy work and then turned around and strolled out of the door, leaving my parents smoking bodies and I alone. When the door shut with a loud clang I found myself just sitting there for a moment In total shock at the events that had just occurred. Once the moment passed I felt white hot terror bubbling up in me. I let lose a loud, terrified, scream.
I shot up in my bed, getting tangled up in my bed sheets in the process, causing me to fall to the ground in heap. The ground is cold beneath me and brings me back to my senses. I look around in the dark, the only light coming from the hall way through the crack under the door. I rubbed my eyes with both hands trying to regain the rest of my bearings only to find that I am slightly trembling. Perfect.
"It was just a dream." I murmur to myself. I sat on the floor for a moment before using the side of the bed as support to pull myself up off the floor. "It was just a dream." I say again, a little louder this time. The only problem with that statement was that it wasn't just a dream; it was the moment I lost everything. I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind and threw on my work out clothes which consists of black yoga pants and a white tank top; no shoes though, I prefer to train barefoot.
Grabbing the brush off my dresser, I head over to the sink; running the brush through my nappy head. As I do so I stare at myself at the mirror, trying to avoid looking at that old photograph. I didn't need any more painful memories this morning. After I was sure I had gotten out all of the knots and tangles of my hair I threw it up in a high pony tail. I took one final look in the mirror, only glancing at the picture for a split second before heading out the door and to the gym.
The gym was a large room at the heart of the T.U.G. headquarters. There was a whole corner of the gym just for weight lifting. Then next to that, four huge sparring Matts, to the left of them in the middle of the gym was a track, In the middle of the track was a pool. To the left of the pool there was weapons training; which included a shooting range, an archery range, and a knife throwing range. Above everything was the gymnastic equipment which was all suspended in the air by wires, no net. So if you fell, you were done for; well you might survive if you were lucky enough to land in the pool.
After my work out, a quick hot shower, and a trip back to my room to get some clothes I headed down to the mess hall. Since I wasn't really that hungry I just grabbed an apple and headed to the small table in the corner of the mess hall where my friend Nathen and I ate together, well whenever one of us wasn't out on a mission of course. I hadn't seen him in almost a month due to conflicts in both of out schedules, so I was a bit excited and a bit nervous to see him because he could always tell when I hadn't slept; which is pretty much every night but that's beside the point. I spotted Nathen from across the hall, he was in the lunch line. Nathen was tall and wispy looking, but don't let appearance fool you he was one of the strongest agents here. He had a mop of messy black hair and bright green eyes, like me he had been here since childhood. Come to think of it he actually came in shortly after me, luckily he came in under different circumstances than I did, but that's a story for another time.
"Hey kit Kat." He chirped, using the nick name he had created for me when we were children.
"Nathen," I said quietly with a small smile. He was the only thing here that actually made me smile, even if it was only just a little. We played off each other well, he was the loud goofy badass and I was the quiet and reserved badass, we just worked.
"That's all I get?" He asked in mock hurt. " No I haven't seen you in forever Nathen come give me a hug? Or oh Nathen, you've gotten so much hotter since the last time I saw you?" He joked.
"Shut up you idiot." I laughed, shaking my head at hi as I went to get up and give him a hug. "You look like hell Nate." I say after getting a good look at him and sitting back down.
"You don't look much better princess." he informed me, with a smirk but a serious tone. "Still not sleeping well?" He asked but we both knew it was more of a statement. I averted my eyes and was silent for a moment.
"No," I said softly, "'m not."
"Nightmares?" he inquired, reaching out to put his hand on top of mine, making sure I saw the movement knowing I didn't like it when people touched me without my permission or took me by surprise.
"Always," I mumbled, "they just never go away, and it's killing me."
"Maybe you could ask to get your work load lightened?" he suggested, trying to cheer me up even though he knew they would never lighten my load; I am their best agent after all.
"Yea," I laughed, "because they will totally take my feelings into consideration."
"It was worth a try." He smirked, taking a bite of his breakfast.
"Hey, I have to go get ready for the mission briefing but how about when I get back we spar together then maybe play some cards?" I suggested knowing that he loves card games.
"Deal. I'm there as long as they don't send me off on another mission." He said, perking up a bit. Satisfied with his answer, I turned to leave. "Hey Kat!" He called.
"Yea?" I asked, turning around.
"Be careful." He said in a serious tone.
"Aren't I always?" I say, turning to go, "On second thought," I added, "Don't answer that." As I walk down the hall to prepare for the briefing I heard Nathen's loud laughing bouncing off the concrete walls and I smile to myself. Nathen may be two years older than me, but he was still a kid at heart; how he manages that in this kind of business still baffles me to this day. I just hope he stays that way. There's nothing more heart breaking than watching a good soul turn cynical and jaded; I should know, I watched it happen in the mirror. As I enter Mr. Vaughan's office for the briefing I once again mold my face into the cold emotionless expression that I have come to know so well.
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