Hey guys, sorry if it sucks so far. This is my first fanfic, so I'm still trying to get my life together. Also, sorry if my editing sucks. I have terrible grammar in person and I've been studying for finals.

Anyways, as usual happy reading. Any questions, comments, or concerns please feel free to contact me.

HopeWarlockSummers

The banging continues to get louder with every step I take. I remind myself to keep my breathing steady, while wondering what could be in the basement of the Industrial building, in the middle of the night.

Lovely, a break in on my first night, I am going to be fired.

Finally, I reach the bottom of the stairs. I open the heavy steel door as I turn on my light to shine into the pure darkness. Time to be a security guard I guess. I slowly and quietly walk into the darkness, closing the door behind me. Once again, the banging continues, this time it seems more frantic.

"Hello?" I shout into the darkness, making my voice as deep as it can go.

"Uhh hello? Hello hello?" I ask again. I hear rustling in the darkness just beyond my light. I step forward.

"Who's there?!" My voice cracks "Show yourself!" I hear running.

I see someone running towards me, very fast. I think it's a man, broad shoulders and very tall.

I take up a defensive position. Just as I get knocked over.

I groan and get back up grab my light. The thief is heading towards the door. I have to stop him. 'Stay calm, stay calm. Keep your wits and stay alive.' I think to myself.

"Stop!" I shout as he attempts to open the door, only to find it locked.

'How is it locked?' I think to myself, 'I didn't lock it...unless,' two can play at this game.

"Drop what you're holding, or I will shoot." I say as I pull out a little gun I found in the office when I first arrived.

The person looks at me. I can't correctly see him because of the light. He's wearing black everything, including a mask covering every facial feature except his eyes. "How about you just open this door," he slurs through the mask. I roll my eyes.

It makes sense now. The continuous banging, the door locking itself, the phone call and the gun, it makes sense. You might be a renaissance man Mr. Stark, but you can't fool a 145 year old.

'Give it all you got," I think to myself as I take up a defensive position once again, this time with my fists closed. The man laughs at my move, and runs at me.

I run at him, bone claws ripping through my hands. The pain is unbearable, I scream as I run forward.

The both of us clash against each other, knocking both of us to the sides of the room. I land on a desk and the man lands into shelving. I stand up and lunge at him. He's smart as he picks up a knife and thrusts it into the air. It embeds itself in my gut. I choke in a breath.

His eyes widen as I step backward a few feet, my eyes never leaving my gut. It's hard to breath, and stand. I fall to my knees. I grip the handle with my left hand and try to pull it out. Useless.

He walks over to me, "game over." Not today it's not.

I grin to myself and rip the blade out and drop it on the floor. Immediately, the wound begins to heal itself. I stand up, fists

I lunge at him and uppercut him square in the jaw. He's too stunned to do anything. Here's my advantage.

I punch. He fights back; I swerve to miss his fist. I hang low and slice his knees a bit with my claws. This goes on for around 1 minute. Until I pin him to the desk I landed on earlier.

"Well played." I say to him as the lights come on. I let him off the desk as we hear walking coming towards us. I quickly look down to see my shirt covered in blood, with a hole in the centre of my gut. Now all there is left is a scar across my stomach. I undo my braid, letting my dark blonde hair fall into my face, hiding my green eyes just a bit.

"Are you Raven?" A voice asks me. I raise my head to see Howard Stark, my employer walking towards me. I breathe deeply, knowing what to expect.

"Congratulations!" He states as he shakes my hand, "you passed my security test."

I nod, smiling to myself, "thank you Mr. Stark. It wasn't that challenging." I say. He looks at me in shock.

"Wasn't challenging, the man you fought was at least twice your height and body weight! Plus he has military training."

'So do I!' A voice in my head screams, I shrug, "really? Oh well then..."

"Yes Raven, congratulations. However, I must ask you something."

Oh boy, here we go, "yes?"

"How did you do the claws?"

I sigh, "I've always had them."

"Yes but what about the knife. Victor here stabbed you. I saw it."

'Victor?' I think to myself. Could the person I fought be my brother?

"Um, I don't know," is my answer to his question. He steps closer to me, removing my hair from my face. He steps back at the sight of my neon green eyes. They're not that scary.

"What are you?" He asks.

I shrug, "a government freak show."