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Chapter 3

Darkness.

That's all that could be seen for miles and miles around me.

There was nothing. There is nothing. Only darkness.

But then a voice calls out to me through the endless sea of black, its voice sounds familiar. Like a dream, or maybe a memory.

'Wake up... It's time to wake up...' But I don't want too, I like it here.

It's calm and quiet and there's no one here who can hurt me.

'Don't be a stupid little girl, everyone wants to hurt you, to make you suffer. The only person you have is me. I thought you would have learned that by now?' No, you're wrong.

There are people who don't want to hurt me, people who care about me. There has to be.

'Oh? And who would that be? Your mother? Who defaced you the moment you were born? Your father who locked you in the basement for the first 17 years of your life? Or maybe all the countless people who have tried to hurt you, hurt us, while we have been together?'

'The only person you have, you will ever have, is me. You know that everyone will leave you eventually. They will grow old and die, while you stay the same. We are bound. Remember that.'

But can't I just leave that life behind? Live in this peaceful abyss forever?

'Of course not, you are living for both of us remember? Now like I said before, it's time for you to WAKE UP.'

"Ghuahh!" I gasped loudly as I shot upright in the bed I was laying in, quickly whipping my head left and right, looking around the room and trying to remember what happened to me and where I was.

The room I was in resembled a large glass box, all of the walls were clear and lined with a bright silver metal to keep the glass together.

Looking around the room, all I could see was what appeared to be medical equipment, although it looked a lot different from what I remembered before I was captured by Hydra.

There were large cylindrical tubes, which could fit a person in, placed in the corner of the room, and a lot of medical tables with various other tools scattered around the hospital room.

"Agghh..." I groaned as I cradled my pounding head in my hands, the pain I assume came from my sudden awakening.

I have been waking up with headaches for a long time now, feeling like my head had been run over with a steam train.

I'm assuming it has something to do with my dreams, or lack of as it was.

I have been unable to remember my dreams for the longest time, but even without the memories of what happened in them, I knew that they were important.

This made the whole experience even more infuriating then before, knowing that the information was within my reach, but I was unable to grasp it.

After rubbing at my temples for a few seconds, hoping to relieve the headache I began to raise my hands further to push my hair back, but I felt a slight tug at the back of left hand.

I quickly snapped my head down to observe what caused the strange sensation, and what I saw scared me far more than it should have.

A small needle had been pressed into the vein in the back of my hand, attached to the needle was a tube leading up to a clear plastic bag suspended by a metal pole with a clear liquid inside of it.

The liquid was slowly being feed into my body by a dripper, which made an awful and skin chilling noise in the silent hospital room.

Feeling my skin blanch and my stomach lurch I quickly pulled the needle from the back of my hand, feeling a pinch and a small sting afterwards from my abrasive method.

Throwing the needle to the side, I then began the long process of removing all of the tiny pads and wires that had been stuck to me, making quick work of them due to my slight hysteria.

I've hated needles for my whole life, my past was definitely a 'troubled' one, but out of all my past fears, needles have been one of the fears to stay with me.

Only when I threw my legs over the side of the bed and began to get out of it did I hear a familiar voice.

"It has been suggested that you stay in bed until the doctors get the results back from the tests they ran on you while unconscious." Came the familiar, calm voice of Ignotus from the corner of the room.

For some reason hearing his voice made me feel as if I was forgetting something important, something I had just been told.

Like the feeling you get when you wake up from a dream and you know it's important, but try as you might you can't remember what the dream was about.

I had been experiencing that feeling a lot recently, it always happened right after I woke up, like something in my dream had been important and I needed to remember it.

I looked over to see him standing with his arms crossed in the corner of the room, almost like a guard on patrol.

I suppose in a way that is rather accurate, this is his body he's protecting too.

"Why did you let them do this?" I questioned, "You know me, you've known me for an eternity. Why would you allow them to do this to me?" I gestured my hands around wildly to encompass the surrounding room, getting straight to the point.

Not only was I angry at his negligence, but also at his blatant disregard for my fears and my previous orders.

"This" he said mimicking my previous action and sweeping his hand across the room, "is for your own good. Our time in that facility had weakened your body, the doctors stressed that they would not harm you and that they were doing this to save your life."

"And you believed them?" I questioned raising my voice slightly, crawling out of the hospital bed and slowly making my way over to stand in front of him.

I crossed my arms and looked up into his flaming eyes, "are you not the one who is always telling me not to trust anyone?" I probed further, wanting to understand his motives, and knowing that he would simply evade the question if I asked outright.

"Yes I am, but I am also the one who is always telling you about self-preservation, it appears even after all these years you haven't learnt the simple lesson of using others to further yourself." He said reaching his hand up to hold it against my cheek.

The fire of his hand brought a calming heat to my cool skin, it didn't burn me though, no fire has hurt me in a long time.

The heat brought a sense of comfort as he brushed his thumb over the long, jagged scar which resided on the left side of my face.

"This act of violence should be a constant reminder to you about why we should care about ourselves over other." He spoke gently as his thumb travelled the expanse of the scar, reaching from around the centre of my forehead, over my left eye and trailing down to stop an inch away from the bottom of my left ear.

Where the scar crossed over my eye had left it sliced, the colour mutating from its original black to a clear white.

I was incredibly lucky that I didn't go blind in that eye, the only problem was that my eyes looked even worse than they did before.

"This act of violence is proof of the stupidity of the past and you know it. If I had been born only 30 years later, my eyes would have been considered normal, rather than a sign of the devil." I said brashly, flicking his hand away from my face and taking a step back.

"Your family was one built on religion, your heterochromia made them think that the devil had possessed you and they did what they thought was the right thing to free you from his entrapment" Ignotus explained for the thousandth time, most likely finding the same level of humour in my family's stupidity as the day he found out about the event.

"I'm well aware of that Ignotus, and we have discussed this topic many times. Sometimes I think you might actually be defending them for what they did to me." I accused with a harsh snarl on my face.

"You and I both know that that is not true, I would never defend them. But I do thank them, were it not for their actions, you and I would never have met. You would be long dead, and I would be incredibly bored without you."

I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms in front of my chest "Oh please! If I were not there I am sure you would have found another vessel to inhabit to keep you occupied. Honestly, sometime you act like a perpetual child."

"Perhaps, perhaps not" was the only response Ignotus made, his flippant and nonchalant nature only served to anger me more.

"Where am I and what has happened in the time I have been unconscious?" I questioned, walking back over to the hospital cot and perching myself on the edge of the bed, looking down at myself in the process.

I was dressed in a very similar attire to what I wore at Hydra, a tie up hospital gown with short sleeves which reached down to just above my knees.

There were a few difference between the attire, for example the gown I was currently dressed in was white rather than the offset grey one they dressed me in at the facility.

The material also appeared to be different as it didn't irritate my skin every time I moved, which was extremely good as this one clung a bit tighter to my body, obviously more suited to my body shape than the large billowy ones Hydra had been shoving me in.

The only downfall to this new outfit was that it felt a lot more exposed now that the material showed more of my body, the way it dipped and curved in certain places, or rather lack of curves.

My body shape left much to be desired, the only real curvature I had were my hips, my breasts were so small that my chest appeared flat.

The newly exposed skin also showed where scalpels, knives and other equipment, both surgical and not, had been taken to my skin in my younger years before Ignotus and I met.

I naturally began to hunch over more, using my long hair to hide some of the more grotesque scars, crossing my arms tightly in front of my chest and throwing a blanket over my legs to cover them.

I looked though my long dingy and scraggly hair to watch Ignotus as he uncrossed his arms, knowing that he was watching me just the same.

He walked over to kneel in front of me on the bed, picking up a strand of my hair with his pointer finger and thumb, rubbing it between the two until it started to singe slightly.

That was the thing with my hair, the rest of my body was impervious to Ignotus' fire, or any fire for that matter, due to use being linked and me sharing his fire.

But for some reason my hair remained slightly flammable.

Sure it took a few seconds for my hair to start to burn with my flames, rather than other humans hair which would be gone the instant it came into contact with either mine or Ignotus' flames.

"This will have to go" he said in a stern voice, watching as I nodded my head in agreement, I did hate having long hair.

When I was first placed in Hydra they shaved my head, but it wasn't too much of a change considering my hair was quite short anyway.

But looking at its length now, it really made me question just how long we had been locked up in that facility.

Ignotus and I both whipped our heads round to face the glass door as it slammed open revealing four people who strode into the room and stood a few feet from the end of the bed.

"Step away from each other" said the Captain, flickering his eyes back and forth between us.

I looked to Ignotus and gave him a look, telling him to comply with the Captains wishes.

Ignotus stood up from his crouched position by the bed and waked over to the corner of the room he had been in previously, keeping a calm face, but I knew that he was silently fuming at being told what to do by outsiders.

Looking back to the Captain I noticed that one of his eyes was slightly bruised and his nose looked no better, having a bandage over the bridge of it.

"We are going to ask you some questions, if you act out, we will sedate you again. If you refuse, we will have one of our own force the answers out of you." Said the Captain gesturing his hand to the woman whose hands I burnt when explaining that the answers would be forced out of me.

"You and I both know that the answers cannot be 'forced out of me' as you say, by anyone. However I will answer as many questions as I can to help you. I can assure that I mean no harm."

My words were spoken as message of peace and good will, but one of the people in the room didn't take it like that.

The man standing behind the telepath suddenly pushed himself forward, advancing on my position in the bed.

"Oh? You think burning my sister's hands is a sign of good will? That you mean no harm? Why should we trust you?!" He preached, though I was not sure who he was directing the questions at.

His voice sounded different, he very clearly had an accent but I was unable to place it, it sounded a bit like Russian, but I doubt that it actually was.

"Look at your sisters hands now, there are no burns" I said calmly, gesturing my hands over to the woman in question, knowing that I had at least healed most of the burns on her hands.

The man with shocking blonde hair turned around to face his sister, giving her an imploring look.

"Wanda?..." He questioned, backing up to stand next to her.

The psychic, now known as Wanda hesitantly lifted her hands up to face the rest of the group.

Her hands were fine.

I knew they would be, but upon closer inspection, there appeared to be a small burn on the palm of Wanda's left hands.

"Oh dear, it appears I have missed a spot. Come here and let me fix that" I spoke quietly, gesturing my hands in a come hither motion to the woman.

"Wait a minute! How do we know that you won't just burn her alive huh?! How can we trust you?!" Yelled Wanda's brother, thrusting his arm out to keep Wanda from coming any closer to me.

He feared for her safety, I wonder how that felt? To know that there was someone who will always look out for you no matter what.

I looked over to Ignotus for a split second. No, it's not the same.

"Because If I wanted to hurt Wanda, I would not have healed the burns Ignotus gave her" I said calmly, placing my hands on my lap.

"Who's Ignotus? You were the one to give her theses burns, we all saw it!" Damn, this guy really has it out for me.

"This" I said getting up from the bed and waking over to the corner, "is Ignotus" I finished with my hands held to the side to indicate who I was talking about.

"He was the one to burn Wanda's hands, because she was trying to invade my mind. Ignotus dealt with the threat as he saw fit" I reasoned keeping my arms by my side, hoping to appear unthreatening.

I would not condemn Ignotus' actions, nor would I support them, I know that he did what he thought was best.

"It's true" spoke Wanda shocking everyone and coming to stand next to her brother, placing her hand on his shoulder in a sign of reassurance.

"Pietro, when she healed my hands, I looked in her eyes and I saw regret, pain and fear. She fears us, more than we fear her. I know that she never meant to hurt me."

Wanda looked up at me and took her hand from Pietro's shoulder and made her way over to stand in front of me with a look of sincerity.

I held out my hands in front of me for Wanda to place hers into my outstretched palm. I quickly wrapped her left hand with both of mine and focused on reversing the burns Ignotus gave her.

I released her hands after a few seconds held her hands in my own looking up at her with eyes that I hoped conveyed just how much her trust meant to me.

Wanda looked down at her now healed hands and backed up to stand back next to Pietro, giving his hand a squeeze to assure him that she was alright.

I looked back to the other two people in the room who had been incredibly silent through the whole ordeal.

The Captain was scrutinising me with his arms crossed and his eyes focused on me, I imagine that he still wasn't happy with me for hurting him.

Tony was looking at me with a mixture of fascination and intent, if I had to guess what he was thinking, I would say the exact same thing that people have been thinking for years.

'How can I harness this power?' It's exactly what Hydra had thought before they captured me, and what countless others have thought before them.

The Captain unfolded his arms and placed his hands on his belt buckle. "Explain." He said in a commanding tone, leaving no room for argument.

I looked back to Ignotus who stood behind me, also noticing that he had been quiet while Wanda, Pietro and I had been talking, or rather arguing.

Ignotus looked down at me and gave me an indecipherable look, which I took as his signal to do what I thought best in the situation.

I turned back to the group, "it's a long story" I said looking at the Captain, assuming he was the leader of this little organisation.

The Captain gave a small smile, gesturing to the hospital bed. "We've got time. Talk"

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