"Why couldn't you of just told us?!"
"Do you have any idea how many lives could've been saved?!"
"This is a vital key to save humanity and you thought it was best to hide it all this time?!"
"You're selfish. I pity you."
I thought we were comrades. No, not just that but friends! Why?!"
"Fury, say something!"
"Fury?"
"Fury!"
Part I
Memory
She awoke with a deep gasp, her breathing hard and fast. Eyes wide with guilt. This was what Fury had to go through most nights. It's no wonder she suffers from subconscious paranoia. If the truth ever got out, any of it, she feared what she dreamed of in her nightmares would become her reality.
She clutched her chest as her anxiety was causing pain.
Stirring in the bed above her, Fury snapped herself out of it. "Are you okay…?" Spoke a young girl's voice. Voice groggy from probably being woken up by Fury's initial panic.
"Yeah… Just a dream…" Fury responded, looking up. "Go back to sleep, Isabel."
"You don't need to tell me twice…" Isabel muttered, putting her head back to her pillow to drift back off.
Fury too then laid back on her bed, her head turned so that she could gaze out of the small window in their room. Looking out at the stars seemed to always calm her, but this guilt she has had to bear for years is now starting to catch up with her.
How long has it been now?
Fury isn't the type to show much emotion, especially when it came to care. She rarely smiled, no one has seen her even laugh. She has mastered emotional illusion. Looking like she was always okay, not a worry in sight, when in reality she's a mess inside and her subconscious sometimes begs itself for help. Fury somewhat blamed Levi for that. After all, she's been around him for so long, she's absorbed a lot of his emotional habits when it comes to not giving a damn about most things. But Fury wasn't always like this. There was time when she was weak, emotional and scared. And her face showed it every day.
A time where she believed people could be better, if given the chance. But being around the bad for so long, that belief became something of the past too.
"Stop…" She muttered to herself, curling up into a ball. It was still early. About 3 to 4am in the morning. "Stop thinking about… him."
Him. She couldn't even bring herself to utter the man's name. He may of taught her how to defend herself before he up and left, but he did more than just train her and she's wanted to forget those days for years now. Yeah, he took her away from undesirable men who used pretty much anyone to maintain their turf, but this man himself was no better than the rest of them.
"Little Fury…" She muttered again, frowning. "You called me that so many times, I barely remember my real name. Deciding to remain as Fury, you've also remained a hold over me. I know you're still alive. You may not be within these walls but I've learned to listen to my instinct. I know you're alive. I can't let you control me anymore."
Above her, Isabel still listened, one eye open and an expression of concern for her friend. She looks up to Fury, like a big sister. The person she accidentally
called Furry when they first met.
A joke to them all now.
More and more, Fury woke in a startled manner most nights. And each time, she would tell Isabel it was just a bad dream. It worried her. A lot of things worried Isabel.
But they haven't been here that long. Still getting used to seeing real clouds in the sky that had stars there too. They had all finally made it to the surface, just as they all wished for.
