A/N: hey, here we go. I am surprised that people are following this story. I wasn't happy at all how the first chapter went. This one's going to be better, I hope. Review!
Chapter Two
Pain is a Message, I can ignore that Message
Talia's pov:
"Kill you? Why would we kill you?" Coulson asked. I ignore him, like I am attempting to ignore the pounding headache I always get when I'm around new people. I hide a snarl. I hate people. Busybodies, meddling, nosy people. And SHEILD is the worst.
"Talia? Why did you ask if we were going to kill you?" This caught my attention.
"Don't." I snap.
"Don't what?"
"Call me Talia, only she does." Then I stare at the ground, watching little ants run around. Mindlessly obeying their queen's orders. Like these agents. Trust the system pops into my head. Of course.
"Then what do we call you?" It was Coulson. He seems to talk a lot. I stare up at him, and look into his eyes. I cock my head as I see.
"Tally." I respond. Then frown, Coulson is not supposed to be here.
"Ok Tally, who is she?" I try to stop the trembling in my hands that his words trigger. Oh, still handcuffed. I dig my nails into my palm, and the trembling stops. Coulson tries again.
"Is she agent Tiress?"
"Prowls and snarls. Then whispers poisoned words." Then May and Ward looked at me strangely. But I don't meet their eyes. I'm not the crazy one. Coulson takes a step and I involuntarily flinch. He stops, but kind eyes seek mine.
"Tally. You should let us help you, Tru-"
"Trust the system." I cut him off. Ward looked startled, but May remained impassive. Like always. "Why did you die?" That got a reaction. I thought they knew for how long, but they don't.
"Who told you that?" Now I know what he's doing.
"No one. I saw it. But why?" I was curious, I don't want to die. But he did.
"It was important. It was necessary." May and Ward share a look, and I read it. I laugh out loud. Funny.
"Maybe." I reply.
"Tally. Come back to the bus. And then Agent Tiress will leave." Then I felt fear crawling up my throat again.
"Nope, nope, nope." I shake my head, backing away. "Nope, nope, nope."
"Tally, please. Don't make this difficult." Coulson tried to cajole me, but I know. I know. He nods at Ward, "Tally, we aren't going to hurt you." Coulson again tries to reassure me with deceptions.
"Lies. Nope. Lies. Nope, NO!" I scream, as Ward as grabs my arms carefully. I twist trying to escape. "NO! NO!" Then, I see. What he would do. What I should do. I drive my knee into his stomach, and he groans. But I see that May is coming, I turn around and actually see her. Through my fear fueled adrenaline, I knew that she is the one that would beat me. Even if I can see. But that doesn't mean I won't try. "Go away! Leave me alone!" I see Ward recovering in ten seconds. Then it will be back to three against one. But I have ten seconds.
I dive forward. I know I won't escape, but I'll cause as much pain as I can. I duck under May's punch and try to drive my fist into her shoulder, but with a fluid twist she turns away. I see she is going to grab my arm. And before she can, I duck down and sweep my ankle under her feet. She starts to fall, but does a roll back to her feet. Then I see that Ward is up, and Coulson had drawn his gun. This time, much less carefully, I am taken back to the plane. But I fight, giving those two bruises for a life time. My head is aching from so many images that flash in their eyes. As we reach the plane, I see her. And she is livid. That gives me joy. I can see what she would do if she could in her eyes. But they won't let her. Her face is covered in blood, even though, I see, Simmons? Yes, I see again, Simmons bandaged her temple.
"Why you little freak! If you weren't under Agent Coulson's care, I would teach you lesson right there and now."
"Nope. Nope. Nope." I shake my head. "Wrong. You wouldn't. Nope." Her face distorts into hate, and she starts toward me. But Coulson stops her.
"Agent Tiress. You can go now." At his words, she smooth's her face out.
"Very well, but before I forget. Here." And then she pulls out a little sliver case out of her pocket. Coulson frowns, but takes it. I have no idea what's in it so to distract myself I look at… Skye. And almost smile. I like her. Fitz and Simmons are clever, but then fear into my heart as I see their lab, then I see Ward. Difficult. That's a good way to describe what I see. My head pounds in sharp bursts from seeing. Too many people. Ward let's go of my arm, and stares at me; but May holds tight. Again, my head pulse with pain, Why?
Soon their words drown out in a roar and I squeeze my eyes shut. Then I scream, and drop to my knees holding my head. It hurts. I clench my temples, afraid if I let go that pieces of my skull would break off. Agony coursed through my body as images flash at a dizzying speed. The bus in flames. A man in a suit. Me, in a hospital setting. Coulson dead. Skye drowning. With each new picture there is a starburst of pain. I scream again, dimly aware of shouting people and someone cradling my head. Tears roll down my checks. Moaning, I try to stop the vision, barely remembering how. In one final shout, I force the pain and vision away. Finally, and then I accept the darkness with a weary mind.