Mimic
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Chapter 2: Encounter
The train traveled fast through the mountains heading towards Italy. It was a long journey, so I sat comfortably reading a book. Almost a year since I last saw my dad. I truly hope he was doing well and not in trouble. From what he told people back home in my disappearance was that I went to South America for a private charity to help young children. Many people bought the lie yet my old college friends were furious.
A sound of the door opened.
Looking up, anticipating the train conductor. However, it wasn't the train conductor, claiming tickets instead it was a man in a suit. He appeared middle age. Something told me he was no ordinary man. Probably because there are other men in suits behind him?
Shit.
"Is this seat taken?"
I didn't answer as the man took a seat across from me.
"Hello Miss Reynolds, you are awfully in the wrong continents for helping native children." He said
"Who are you," I asked, closing my book.
"My name is Philp Coulson, I work for SHIELD"
"I'm not interested," I said
"You haven't heard my offer."
"Look…I watched the news and I don't want to be in that shit. Just because my parents were involved, I don't."
"Sadly this is not an option." He said. "We have sources saying Hydra is looking for those exposed to the serum."
I glared at. him.
I am not a weapon. I am a person with unique memory.
I don't turn into the Hulk. I am not immortal, not an alien or anything.
"Miss Reynolds, I assure you, you won't be on the front lines like the Avengers. First thing SHIELD wants is to do a check on where you are on your ability. I would like to offer you a position in my branch dedicated to finding others like you."
"You mean a witch hunt," I seethed.
"Not quite," he said.
No. I know there are people who have abilities either it being genetics, freak accident, experiment or other. They are watched, tested, documented, and treated as though they were weapons, not humans. Let's not forget the mutant crisis, where mutants were hunted down. Or the Worthington Labs developed an inoculation to suppress the X-gene that gives mutants their abilities and offer the "cure" to any mutant who wants it. Then there was the Fantastic 4, they were pressured to be heroes because of their public exposure. Me on the other hand, I don't want to be a hero. I just want to be me.
Suddenly the train came to a screeching halt. Coulson got up telling me to sit down while he and the other agents went to investigate the situation. Gazing out the window, noting we weren't far from the borders of Italy. Quickly I grabbed my pack and cautiously exit the compartment. There was a sound of gunfire. Now is definitely time to leave. Along with the escaping commotion of the other passenger, we rushed out of the train.
Once off, I ran to the nearest town. There were a helicopter and the law enforcement.
Sorry Mr. Coulson and SHIELD, but I'm not interested. Though when I looked back at the train, there was a man on the rood clad in black. A glint in his arm. Whoever he is, I need to stay away from him.
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Venezia
I awe at the sunrise as I arrived in Venice. The city of a hundred islands! The city of glass, mask, and most importantly history! Dad and I always go to Venice. It was one of the cities he and Mom went to during their younger years. It was beautiful, especially during Carnevale. I reached the hotel speaking to the clerk in Italian if there was a reservation under Reynolds. Luckily there was as she handed me the keys and told me the room.
"Grazie," I said going to the room.
It was a nice one-floor apartment that had two bedrooms with a conjoined living with that had a small open kitchen. Setting my pack down, I went to one of the rooms finding fresh clothes that had tags on them. I couldn't help but smile to know my dad went the extra mile in purchasing clothes. Not having a shower in a couple of days, I used the bathroom to pamper myself.
At the end of the show, I changed into the fresh clothes. When I entered the living room I found Dad going through my pack, all my clothes, electronics, and toiletries on the coffee table.
"It's rude to look into a woman's bag." I teased.
"Just checking if you need to restock," Dad said. "And apparently you do."
He lifted a small pink case.
"Dad," I protested, taking it out of his hand. I was on birth control that one of his connections gotten me. It was unsettling to travel with a heavy menstrual cycle and protections on one night stands.
Dad chuckled as he set a vanilla file that probably contains cash, medication, and other documents. Afterwards, I hugged my dad. It has been too long since we saw each other since London.
We talked about the year. Dad finally retired from the Military so we could be together. He had to transfer his finances to a Switz account and sold everything. He had a condo in Florida too. I informed him what happened on the train which he frowned immediately.
"That is not good," he said. "If SHIELD knows where you are then we need to go to the different continent. Asia, I heard Thailand is a good place."
I nodded; maybe going to Asia will be easy. Less surveillance unless we were in North Korea, China, and Russia. As politics is not a good place for an American. Especially when the American has military links or in my case a special ability.
Suddenly my stomach growled.
Dad chuckled as we grabbed our bag before heading out for dinner. We went to our favorite restaurant known for their famous risotto.
"How are your abilities?" He asked once we were seated.
"They are going well, I can remember all the languages I hear; memorize muscle movement from training, and such."
Dad nodded sadly. "I wish you didn't have to go through this."
I sighed, "I know."
The risotto arrived as we ate in peace. By the time we finished we headed to the tourist spot for Carnevale. Dad took pictures, as the views were wonderful and the locals celebrating happily. We were on a bridge watching gondolas passing under.
"So are you joining me for the entire journey or heading back?" I asked.
"For the entire journey, until my passport is full then I need to head back." He answered.
I nodded, "Like old times."
Dad nodded, "I remember you as a little girl in Germany."
I chuckled from those memories. How Dad would buy me these German dresses before going to Oktoberfest, skiing in the mountains, and so much more.
"Maybe we should go to Germany one more time," I suggested.
Before Dad could answer there a sound of gun discharge! My eyes widen as Dad's body tensed falling to the ground with a bullet in his upper chest. Immediately I knelt down adding pressure to the wound while people ran for their lives. He choked, blood seeping from his mouth as he took his hand from his pocket.
He handed me his wallet, "Take…it… go!"
"No, I'm not leaving you." I cried.
"GO!" he shouted.
There were men rushing in our direction with guns. Taking the wallet and camera, I got up to run. The moment I reach the bottom of the stairs, there was a collision of flesh and metal. The moment I looked up, fear consumed me in a paralyzed state.
Sorry for the long wait. Been busy family and college. Hopefully I be back to writing again.
So….who do you think she collided into?