A/N: Well it's Friday night and I have nothing to do. Yes. This is my life, and I wanted to start another fanfic, but I felt bad not updating this one. So here you go. I updated. Aren't you proud? Do review, is this something you want to read or am I ruining it. I need to know. Thanks. And its incentive to update sooner *wink wink*
Chapter Eight
Stubborn
I shouldn't be alive. By all standards, I should have drowned. But somehow I didn't and I don't know how. And I really don't like not knowing things, ironically considering that I hate seeing. My head hurts, as usual and my wounds burn. I swear if their infected I'll rip out Voss' spine and beat him with it. I am talented.
"Hello Talia." I knew that voice. I know that voice.
"I'm an idiot." I groan.
"I agree with you there. You're stubborn too; I must admit you have a better stomach than I thought." Agent Tiress purred studying her perfect nails. I attempt to look her in the eyes, get some info but she was wearing big black glasses.
"Ah ah. I have a few tricks up my sleeve." She replied tapping her sunglasses.
"Or you're a vampire." Her smooth calm face slipped for a moment but she wrestled control of her emotions and smiled tightly.
"Funny. Talia you seem different. I preferred you when you were crazy."
"Still am. I really really want to clean this room, and organize everything in pairs of two. I might need my head shrunk." In reality I was buying time; trying to keep her from calling Voss in as long as possible. I was tempted to know what happened to Seth, but I didn't care that much. He helped get me here; I don't need to worry about his cold feet. With a loud crack! I felt blood burst in my mouth.
"I've had tone from you. SHEILD isn't here and I can do whatever I want with you again." I spit a glob onto the floor and stare stonily ahead. Nope, nope, nope. I should stop talking. Or thinking. Bullet in her brain, she how she likes it. Bet she won't come back like Coulson. Tiress.
"So where should we start first. We still need you to be able to talk, so that means no pulling teeth or cutting out tongue. But we could break your feet. That would stop you from troubling us too." Nope, nope, nope, nope.
"Or maybe cut off fingers. I don't know, what would you like to try first?"
"A gun." Tiress smiled and wagged her fingers.
"Now, now Talia. That's not a choice." Wrong. I laugh. Wrong.
"No. A gun." And with a bang, she fell with a cry; clutching her right shoulder.
"Good shot. But you missed her head." I tell Ward.
"Yeah, well I wasn't aiming for her head Tally." Ward said hurriedly as he rushes forward. A flash.
"Behind you!" He ducks and a bullet whizzes over his head. Voss stood in the doorway, eyes glinting with cold fury. Ward launches himself at Voss and I feel like screaming. Untie me first. I can… shoot people! Now I can't see what's happening. I roll my eyes.
"Ward you better win!" No reply, only the sounds of a tussle.
"Hello. If you win untie me." Yet again. I am ignored.
"Fine. I don't want to talk to you either." Finally someone approaches. Ah. Good. Coulson is still alive.
"You're not dead." He gave me a half grin as he undid my bonds.
"Yes, well possibly not for long." My hands and head free and I reached towards my feet wincing; ow.
"You should help Ward. Oh and give me a gun!" But Coulson gives me a look before leaving. I undid my feet and swing to upright. I can ignore pain. So I will. Standing I stagger over to the door. There was Voss bloodied on the floor. What a lovely sight. Ward was nursing a shiner but he'll survive. I did. Coulson was returning fire to Tiress traitors. She was getting away! In a flash I grab Voss gun and start to fire, with somewhat perfect aim. It was easy, point in a general direction and pull the trigger. Simple.
"Tally! What are you doing."
"Shooting. Did you hurt your eyes Ward?"
"What? No, why do you have a gun?!"
"Not a good time to argue. Sure you didn't hit your head or something." Voss stirred. I panicked. I whirled around and placed the barrel to his temple. I am suddenly aware of a hand on my arm.
"What?" I snap. They need to make up their minds. Shoot people, or not shoot people.
"Tally, don't pull that trigger. You don't want to do this." Ward cautioned, his dark eyes wide.
"Oh. Yes I do. Coulson, Ward needs medical attention. He's hit his head really hard."
"NO Tally. Shooting Voss won't change anything."
"Make me feel a lot better." I argue. Blithering dithering idiots. And I pull the trigger. Then throw the gun away, disgusted.
"Quick, its empty give me another." But my strength was already leaving me. And more men were arriving.
"No time. Leave him we got to go." I was infuriated. Livid. Angry. But he was right. So I let Ward hustle me away as Coulson kept foreign. We were going the wrong way.
"Left."
"What?" Coulson asked.
"We need to go left. You're going the wrong way." I point out.
"Are you sure?" Ward asked, his eyes scanning behind us. I raise my eyebrows.
"You're asking someone who can see the future?"
"Err, right. Fine. Let's go." I nod satisfied. Now we can go to the bus. Assuming its still, not a fire ball.
"Hey! You're all not burning corpses right now. How?" I pant. I hate being weak.
"Is this really a good time."
"I would say yes, but I see that's wrong. So yesno."
"What?"
"Yesno."
"Tally that's not a word."
"I'm crazy, they let me get away with anything." Suddenly we burst through the door, and out into bright sunlight. Where the bus was sitting pretty as you please. Odd.
"But how."
"No time, let's go!" Coulson shouted and I lurched after them, tasting sweet freedom.
