Chapter One: The Escape

7 Years Later

"Run," I hear one of the scientist say over the intercom. I dash through the maze, hoping not to get electrocuted this time.

Right, left, left, straight, left, right, right, straight, I thought while running.

I take another right to see the end of the maze. I sprint towards it, desperately needing a break.

Once I dash through the exit, I collapse on the ground, exhaustion pulsing throughout my body. One of the scientists came up to give me a glass of water, which I downed in no time. That was the fifth maze I ran this hour.

"Alright, that's enough for today," the head scientist said. "She needs to be well rested for the procedure tomorrow.

Once he left I was dragged to my room by one of the guards. My room was a windowless, gray square with bars for a door. Its just like a prison expect I don't get three meals a day. Heck, I'm lucky enough to even get a meal each week. I lay down on my bed, trying to catch some sleep.

The next time I woke up, the hallways were dark. I walked up to my door to see who was on guard tonight. It was probably a new guy because I've never seen him before and he was slumped down in his chair snoring. I had my signature smirk on as I took out a bobby pin I took from one of the female scientists and picked the lock on my cell door.

I carefully stepped out of the door, not wanting to wake up the guard. I slowly waked down the hall, not wanting to set off any alarms. I had a ball of flames in my hand, not wanting to risk walking into any walls. I was walking for about 4 minutes before I heard someone walk up behind me.

"Isn't a little late to be taking a stroll?" the cold calculating voice that I learned to hate said. "I'd hate to see you end up with someone else."

I turned to face him, my face hard and a glare deep in my eyes. All the hated I built for him over the years caught up to me and I lost control. I felt a burning sensation all around me. I looked down to see myself on fire and myself not showing any restraint. I looked into my tormentor's eyes to see nothing but fear. Next thing I know I'm running through the halls, setting fire to everything.

Fire alarms blared throughout the halls as guards poured out to see what was happening. I ran through all the halls, up a flight of stairs, and out the main door. I extinguish the fire as I run through the woods surrounding the warehouse. I stayed in the shadows; looking at the place I lived in for years burn down.

Oh well, I thought. There can be other homes.

And with that, I walked away.

At S.H.E.I.L.D. Headquarters

WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP.

An alarm blared through the halls of S.H.E.I.L.D. Headquarters as agents frantically ran around, getting all the information about what just happened. Only two seemed to be calm. Agent Maria Hill walked up to Director Nick Fury, ready to brief him on what recently happened.

"Sir," she started, "There has been an escapee from Warehouse 402."

The Director turned to her and asked, "Which subject was it?"

"It was test subject 21346, Sir."

The Director rubbed his eyes in annoyance and exhaustion. "Keep tabs on her whereabouts," he said, looking her in her eyes. "We can't have her causing and collateral damage."

"That's somewhat late, Sir," Agent Hill said, Wondering what his reaction will be.

"What do you mean Hill?" he asked, more annoyed than he was before.

"She burnt down the warehouse during her escape."

Director Fury turned to Agent Hill with what almost seemed like and amused look in his one visible eye.

"She really did?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, that's one less problem we need to worry about," he said while walking to the door.

"Where are you going, Sir?" Agent Hill asked, honestly curious.

"I'm calling in the Avengers," he said over his shoulder. "I'm going to be needing them soon anyway."

The last part he said just to himself, hoping nobody heard him. Agent Hill nodded her head, but not thoroughly convinced.

Director Fury was still lost in his thoughts.

This won't be the end of Dr. Thorson, he thought, preparing to call the Avengers. Knowing him, he'll have something planning for a day like this. Lighting is not going to be safe for long.