Chapter 4

Kiana stood on a hill overlooking a compound that looked lot like a vamped up warehouse, which it probably was.

Her prey was in there, she knew.

Though this wasn't actually confirmed (cause Nix wouldn't pick up her damn phone! She was going to kill her!), since this was Avengers secret hideout fortress, it was a safe bet he was in there.

And probably a whole lot of creatures, not to mention humans, that wouldn't mind killing her at worst or capturing her at best.

"Good luck with that, bitches!", she thought and strolled casually up to the fence and the guard there.

"Excuse me."she said in her best syrupy sweet voice and striking a pose. He looked her up and down like he had never seen a woman like her ( Which he most likely hadn't) as she asked, "Can you help me find my orgasm?"

Before he could blink, she punched him in the throat.

The next second, she leapt over the fence, landing effortlessly on the other side.

"Didn't think so." She muttered, hearing him sputtering on the other side.

And that's when the alarms went off.

She took off across the lawn at blinding speed.

She was halfway to the building when then her ear twitched and something flew at her. She ducked and swiped at the large winged thing with her claws, taking out one of the holsters around his torso. As he hit the ground, she recognized him as the guy who had been with Miss America yesterday.

Seeing that this mortal was bleeding sufficiently not to be much of a threat, not that he would be, anyway, she grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, ignoring his groans of pain.

"Where is he, tweety bird?" she demanded, claws flared near his throat.

"You again?" he gasped, clutching his side where she had grazed him. "How did you?" but got a weird look on his face before saying, "He's escaping?" and touching his earpiece.

Kiana didn't waste any time and, giving him a hiss for good measure, sprinted the rest of the way toward the building.

The guards there received a good head bashing for trying to stop her, as did everyone else who got in her way.

But, it was too late, she found out.

He was already gone.

After reeking a lot of destruction.

Kiana was confused by this, but didn't have much time to wonder why the man she had met, who hadn't seemed cruel or violent, seemed to have suddenly snapped. This tendency could explain why she had been sent to kill him, though.

The mortals weren't much help in her hunt, though. All they could tell her as that he almost killed a bunch of people before taking off in a helicopter.

Without his backpack.

Holding a fairly important-looking mortal up by his throat, she asked for what seemed like the hundreth time, "Where's the backpack?"

"What backpack?" he choked out.

She turned and gave a warning hiss at the red head trying to sneak up behind her before saying, "The mortal who just escaped. He had a backpack. Where is it?"

The mortal woman behind her foolishly tried to kick her and Kiana swiped at her with her claws.

Wide eyed, the woman looked at the claw marks on her leg, then back at Kiana.

That was when Kiana noticed the hand marks around the mortal woman's throat and dropped the male. Wit a shriek, she tackled the mortal female, instead, taking her to the ground before she could even blink.

"You tangled with my prey." she observed as she held her sword at the woman's throat. "Tell me where the backpack is."

"Why do you want to know?" the mortal dared ask.

Kiana tilted her head at her as a predator would it's prey.

This one would have made a good Valkyrie, she thought.

"I'm a hunter who's after her prey. Tell me and you get to live, black widow woman."

So she did.

Scanning the shelves of items in the 'storage room', or where these mortals kept the pilfered items of their enemies, unguarded (Stupid mortals! Was that Loki's staff? Wait, is that the missing armband that made it's wearer feel overwhelming sexual desire? Best take it, too. After all, Valkyrie not only protected humans other good Loreans from vampires and other baddies, they also protected amulets and other powerful artifacts, too.), she finally spotted what she was looking for.

Her prey's backpack.

Stuffing the bracelet in her boot (No way was she puting it on. She was already having enough trouble in that area as it was.), she grabbed the backpack and set it on a table.

Unzipping it, she looked inside. She had been expecting to find what anyone would normally find in a bug-out bag; water, food, a map with a big X on it giving directions to their destination. Instead, she was surprised to find reams & reams of notebooks, filled with the bold, slightly off kilter, but confident penmanship of a male.

Just then, though, her ear twitched and, looking up, she spotted armored, heavily weaponed mortals coming down the hallway. Right towards her.

She hastily strapped on the backpack and buckled it in front to secure it.

Grabbing her sword and a hoodie she found, she donned it and exited the room, pulling the hood up, looking like any other mortal milling about. Or, so she hoped.

She could easily take them, she knew. But why engage them, waisting time, when she had gotten what she had come for.

Or, almost.

Hopefully, these notebooks would give her some clue where her prey had disappeared to.

And there was only one place to go when you wanted to catch up on your reading.