Torn Roads
Ghosts and Sparks
I was back in that stupid prison they'd locked me in. There were whisper's of throwing me to the dogs, whisper's of execution. It didn't mean anything to me, I was so empty. So painfully hopeless. I sat in solitary, looking wistfully at the light that shown on my face. I was so still, even I couldn't hear my own breath. Nothing mattered to me. I had nothing on but grey layered rags. My hair was longer, tangled and stained with grey dirt. I couldn't remember the last time I'd spoken to anyone.
The door to solitary opened, and someone strode in, their footsteps even. I waited patiently for a beating. It was much harder to escape this prison on the mountain, so I didn't bother trying to fight back. I only fought them when they ticked me off, or if boredom was getting to me. They all would mutter at me in foreign languages, all of them calling me the same thing. Ghost. Phantom.
"What a disgusting place." A sneering voice said, causing me to turn to see a pale dark haired man. It was the Rich Boy from the bar. Why was I dreaming about him?
"Then why did you come here?" I asked, voice flat and raspy from lack of use. At least my dreams had continuity in that aspect. He frowned at me, literally looking down his nose at me.
"I don't have to tell such an insignificant Midgardian anything." I turned back to the light, leaning back against the cold wall.
"You're a mutant, aren't you? There is no way I would dream of you; if anything, I should be having nightmares of Creed murdering me right now, you're in my head." I said again, my voice detached as I stared out longingly to the light outside. So close, and yet so far away. The man walked closer, looking up at the light.
"I wield much stronger magic than you're puny mutations." He boasted pale eyes hostile as he tried to stare me down. I didn't respond, just staring out at that tempting light, ignoring the pasty faced man completely.
"Why are you here?" He asked, after moments of silence.
"The same reason everyone else is here. I broke the law." I answered simply. "I'm surprised though. The Lord of this place is a much more inventive and cruel man than I expected."
The man looked confused. "How is this cruel?"
I raised my arm slowly, pointing towards they light that I couldn't hope to reach. "He poisons my mind with hope. I sit here, day after day, no one to talk to, and I'm forced to look at what I can't have. Even when I'm out of solitary, this prison is virtually impossible to break out of." I explained softly, my eyes never leaving the light of day.
"You have displayed amazing fighting skill, it should be easy for you to leave this place." The rich-boy scoffed. I turned to him, slinging my leg's over the bench I was sitting on.
"We're on the side of the mountain, there is no summer here. No food or water for miles. Even if I escape, I'll either freeze or starve to death. What's the point in leaving?" I explained, looking back at the light. "You should leave. Nothing here is very exciting, unless you like watching me murder some guards." I finished, and his bright eyes snapped to me.
"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice perfectly tailored. I jerked my head to the locked door.
"I remember this day. It was the day I broke out, they're going to come to kill me in about five minutes. Then I'll murder them, all twenty three guards, before escaping into the mountains."
"But you just said you'd die." He started, and I grinned, standing as I heard the guards coming.
"They don't call me Ghost for nothing." I said, my voice alive with anticipation. I glanced back at the man. "You might not want to watch this part." I warned as the door burst open with the guards. They surrounded me, their guns loaded and pointed at me. I cracked my neck.
"Prisoner V," One began in his broken English. "Our Lord has decreed that you are to be executed."
I exploded into action, darting between men and bullets grabbing one's gun. They shot at me and I jumped on one man's shoulders, shooting him through the top of the head. He began to crumple and I leaped off, my back arching as I flipped through the air, landing on my hands. Another seven rushed me, and I spun on one hand, my other reaching for the points on their bodies that would make their leg's unusable. My legs flashed over my head and I crouched, landing again on my feet. I paralyzed them before shooting them all.
Warm blood splattered over my grey clothes as I went on, gouging out eyes with a knife I found on a dead body when I ran out of bullets. I danced around the remaining guards, tricking them into shooting each other while I slit their throats. I stood tall after it was over, a hollow feeling washing over me as the elation faded. I frowned, my grin long gone.
I dropped the knife smiled again. "They don't call me Ghost for nothing boy's." I said, walking out the open door and past the prisoners, my frown back in place. Rich-boy walked beside me.
"That was gruesome." He admitted, looking at me with bright eyes brimming with disgust. I shrugged.
"No. That was survival." I corrected, my voice again empty as I moved around the dead bodies and towards the door. "I don't know what kind of illusion you've got about murder. Killing is all the same. Some get kicks from it, but I don't. It just makes me feel empty. People like to glorify it, make excuses. It's all the same for me." I said softly as the prisoner's around me silence their tortured cries as I walked past.
"La Fantôme." One whispered, and I glared at him darkly, daring him to go on. He backed off, falling to the floor. I kept walking.
"Your companion liked killing." The rich boy commented, and I frowned.
"Creed always liked killing. Killing, fighting, rape, the list goes on. He's a monster that should have never been let loose on the world. Now that I've pissed him off, I really hope our paths don't cross. God knows what may happen to me. Not that you'd care, rich-boy. Not your neck on the line." I scoffed, drawing my rag's closer to me.
"Why do you think that, puny Midgardian? I will be your king, and I will care for all my subjects." He shot back, not sounding at all pissed. Man, this guy was really delusional.
"I meant, that you wouldn't understand." I corrected, anger seeping into my voice. We reached the door and I smiled genuinely, happiness dancing in my black eyes. I placed my hand on the cold handle and looked at the annoying man.
"You'll never understand the relief of knowing you're free. You'll never understand what it's like having to fight for your life every second. Never know what's it's like to know that you'll die and nobody will care. No one will know, will mourn, or even acknowledge that you're gone. I know I'm insignificant, no one will miss me if I die. I don't have family. I'll never have a family. I don't even have any friends. But then again, I never did."
I opened the door and my smile grew cruel. "You'll never understand me, even if you picked me apart secret by secret. You're just a stupid, spoiled rich boy." I finished, the wind blowing my hair back. My eyes softened as I looked out on the barren landscape. The man beside me was furious.
"My name, you insipid girl, is Loki and as your future God-!" Loki hissed, but I was out the door into the bright light, the door slamming closed behind me.
I still got the last word in before the door closed. "I don't really give a fuck rich-boy." I smirked.
I opened my eyes, seeing that we had landed. I walked out, keeping my eyes all around me. Creed couldn't have tracked me this quickly, but it was always better to be safe.
I easily gathered up some money. I walked past a poster, there was a museum gala tonight. Very formal. I smiled. Lot's of rich people.
I went into the nearest store and bought a grey dress. It was pretty enough, classy, and it would easily blend in to the background. Thankfully, I knew German, and was able to count out the right amount of money to get the dress, heavy perfume, make-up and temporary hair dye. I went, got a shitty hotel room, and took a shower, piling on the heavy smelling soaps. I dumped the yellow dye into my hair, and put on the makeup, then the dress. It was tight, but I could deal with it. I managed to curl my hair, using it to cover my face some.
Now, to act like the type of people I hate. Spoiled and conceited.
I huffed, not bothering to put on any shoe's. My feet were covered by the long dress anyway. I walked out on the street, and was stopped by a street kid. He was about as tall as I was, with sandy blond hair.
I looked into his green eyes blankly, ripping my arm out of his grasp. He looked about 15, give or take.
"You're like me." He said in English. He lifted his hand and a blue flame danced between his fingers. My eyes widened, and I grabbed him, yanking him into the alleyway.
"You should know not to do that in public kid. These aren't good times." I whispered, looking him in the eye. He nodded.
"I'm like you, I've got abilities." I answered, looking at his dirty form. "Do you need food kid?" I asked, looking at him. He looked homeless. He blushed and looked down.
"I need help, I can't do this on my own. My ability is getting out of control. I sensed your power…that's why I grabbed you. I need your help, I'm desperate, please." He burst, eyes burning with such humanity and sincerity. I listened, my face blank. I handed him my room key, giving him directions.
"Wait for me there, don't let anyone in but me. If a scary, savage looking man show's up, burn the place down. Don't run. Don't bother hiding. Don't make any noise or moves to engage him. I'll be back there in a few hours to help you." I said, walking out of an alley and to a limo. Could Creed have tracked me that soon? I'm not sure, but I'm sure as hell not going to be taking any chances.
"I'm V." I finished, and he smiled. "I'm Adeluf." He replied.
I fell, dramatically, and the passenger, a man in his late forties, got out to help me. I struck him quickly on the neck, knocking him out and pushing us both into the car. Luckily the man was going to the museum and had his ticket and money in his jacket pocket's. Jack-pot mother fucker!
I climbed out the car, and walked into the museum. Everyone was in black, but thankfully, the grey blended into the tiles and most of the people were blond, so I didn't stick out.
The museum was beautiful, I guess. Some men came over and I was polite. It was hard, but I managed it all the same. I was wandering around scrounging up some money when there was a crack, and a smash next to me. I turned to see rich boy, his face arrogant to the last pore, grabbed the old man and slung him on the Nordic statue.
He whipped out a strange device and pressed it to the man's eyes. I was struck for a moment, before people screamed and ran. I ripped my dress, making it shorter and easier for me to maneuver in, and ran at him.
The man's groans had stopped, and Loki straightened. He turned to see me a second too soon, and I was thrown back. I flipped in the air, and landed on my feet, skidding to a stop.
He had changed into his armor, his boom boom stick growing longer. Rich-boy walked outside, double ganger's of himself appearing. They all cornered the crowd.
"Kneel before me." Loki said, like he was entitled to rule over these people. I laughed out loud. Man, the bastard was not doing a good job at all.
People were screaming.
"I said," He continued, his voice stronger and holding more anger. "Kneel!" He roared, and the people silenced, falling on their knee's as the glow stick glowed brighter.
Oh, this was getting ugly. I needed to get out of here fast. I ran, my hair coming undone as I ran behind the original and down the street, past the wreckage. Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I was not going to sit here, and be forced to listen to yet another tyrant go on about how people should listen to him. Then I stopped, and turned to him, catching his eye.
"You," He snarled, and I waggled my finger's sarcastically.
"Lovely to see you too. You do of course realize that you're whole speech was in English, and these people only speak German?" I snarked sarcastically. "Besides, this country is all too familiar of tyrants taking their freedom. They won't bow to you on a mass scale. Seems you're shit out of luck, aren't you Rich-Boy?" I continued walking towards the original.
"You need not kneel like sheep before a slaughter! Who was it, the last time, that asked you to kneel and give up your freedom? Have you learned from your mistakes?! Are you going to be cowed by some pretty words and some harmless light?! He's just one man people." I bellowed in German, looking towards the crowd.
I raised my fist, Loki looking murderously at me. "Who will stand up with me?!" I yelled.
Everyone was silent, their eyes downcast. Then, one man. An old man stood up glaring at Loki. "I will not bow. Not to men like you," He said in English, looking at me.
"There are no men like me," Loki said and I grinned.
"There are always men like you," The old man replied, sadly.
Loki's boom boom stick glowed brighter, as he pointed at me, then the old man. I raised a brow, daring him to do something. I wasn't afraid of this spoiled brat.
"Look to your elder people. Let him be an example." He said before firing. I flipped over the people, landing in front of Rich-boy and jabbing him hard in the throat. I heard the energy connect, and it flew back at me while Loki fell to the ground. I whirled, letting it connect with my open palm before letting it surge through me and out my other hand, deflecting it harmlessly into the sky.
There was a man in blue. I blinked, and moved away from Loki. After all, he wasn't my mess to clean up. "The last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing." The man said, before looking at me. "Thank you ma'am."
"No problem. I'm a merc though, so my service wasn't free. You owe me at least twenty bucks next time we meet." I said.
"V!" I heard someone scream, and I whirled. Adeluf was in the crowd standing. I scoffed.
"Get down kid, you're attracting too much attention." I yelled.
"Loki, get down." A voice said, as a jet dropped down between the buildings. The man in blue was kicked over, and Loki pressed his scepter to his head. I shot over, quickly ducking under his arm and jabbing my finger's into his inner elbow. He jerked back, and I rolled to the side, Adeluf by my side.
"What now?" He asked, and I frowned.
"Now, we just watch until the man in blue starts to lose. Then we get involved again." I answered simply. There was a crack as the man in blue kicked Rich-boy in the face.
"Why?" He asked, looking at me curiously. I looked back, frowning.
"Because of who we are, it's best not to get involved too deeply. Rich-boy in his armor over there is a bad-guy, but it's not our fight. So we stay out of it unless we're needed. It's safer that way."
The blue man was tossed in front of us. I launched myself into a roll, standing directly in front of Rich-boy. I smirked, dodging his blow's easily while striking toward the weak part of his arms. I wasn't passing the electric current through the points, so he wasn't paralyzed. All in all, I was just up in his face, fucking with him until the blue man could get up again.
"Don't make me hurt you Rich-boy." I said, pricking him in the arm when he started to try and fight dirty. His arm hung by his side, useless while I grinned.
"V! The man in blue's out cold!" Adeluf yelled to me.
"Puny man," Loki scoffed, and I sighed.
"Looks like I'm going to have to get serious now." I said, my voice mocking. He sneered, stabbing me. I back flipped, landing on my feet and facing him.
"You couldn't possibly hope to defeat a God-!" He growled, going to stab me again. I jumped, landing on his spear before kicking my leg up and catching him under the jaw. My hand flashed out at his throat, and I quickly paralyzed him, leaving him to drop on the ground.
"What were you saying again?" I sneered, rubbing it in his face. His eyes burned before something raced towards us, and landed in front of me. It was Iron Man, sarcastic hero extraordinaire. Oh the joy I felt. Not.
"Looks like someone beat me to the punch. Literally," He said dryly, looking down at Loki. I smiled. "Don't move reindeer games," He added, looking at Loki, who shifted back to his normal clothes.
"I can't." Rich-boy spat furiously, glaring at me. I looked down, unimpressed. After all, he was the least of my worries.
"Mr. Stark." The man in blue said, panting.
"Captain." Iron Man returned, eyes on me, the kid, and Loki.
"We've got a problem. I don't know who she is, but-" The Captain started, and Iron man interrupted.
"It's easy, we take her to Fury." He said simply. I frowned, and the kid moved beside me.
"We're not going anywhere. I did you a favor, and let's just leave it at that." I said, my voice controlled and snippy.
"Fury's going to want to know about you. Sorry ma'am." Captain said, reaching for my arm. I snarled.
"Don't fucking ma'am me, I'm not going anywhere, and you can't make me. Unless you wanna end up on the ground next to rich boy." I snarled between my teeth.
"That would be most unpleasant," Loki said smoothly, and I turned, flipping him off. I'd had just enough of life giving me this bullshit. I was finally free, and I decided to give someone a hand and look what fucking happens. THIS!
"Look at it this way Miss, I can pay you back that twenty dollars." Captain offered and I frowned. I needed that money. I stared at him hard, my black eyes boring into his.
"Fine." I said, and the jet landed. Iron Man and Captain hauled Loki into the jet. I sat across from him while the other's talked.
I glanced over at the other's. "You know German kid?" I whispered. Loki's eyes locked onto mine and I glared back.
Adeluf caught the glance. "Yeah, it's my first language." He whispered back in German. I smiled and turned to him folding my legs.
"Good. Sorry about that, but seeing as all of them except for Rich Boy is even paying attention we can work with your mutation now. What's the problem?" I asked, reverting back to German.
"I get bad night terror's..and when I do, I just burn stuff down around me. Even when I'm awake, if I get angry or scared, I can't control it." He said.
"Let me guess, you haven't played around with your ability have you?" I asked, and he shook his head. My lips thinned.
"When we get out of this shit, I'll help you more." I whispered as lightning crackled down. Loki looked at me accusingly, and I lifted my hands in surrender.
"Not me Rich-boy."
"What's the matter, scared of a little lightning?" Captain asked, when Loki started shifting around.
"I'm not overly fond of what follows'." He replied dryly, and my head snapped to look at him. He's afraid of thunder?
My eyes widened and I sprung up as something landed on the roof. The kid started to fiddle with his seat belt securing it on.
Iron Man put on his helmet and opened the back and some man in robes and scale armor walked in. Iron Man strode past me, lifting his hand to blast the man, when the armored man shoved his hammer at Stark, throwing him back.
I looked at Adeluf. "What are you sitting there for? Get the damn seatbelt off so we can blow this joint!" I snapped, over the wind. Lightning was kind of like fire. I could use it to keep me afloat by calling it to me until I got safely on the ground. I grabbed Ade by his arm and hauled him out. He stared at me, completely appalled.
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" He bellowed in English. I smiled.
"Yup." And then we leaped out of the plane. I drew the lightning towards us, floating us down to the ground when Iron Man zoomed past us. Ade accidentally burn me, and I yelped accidentally dropping him.
He fell to earth frighteningly fast and screamed. I dropped the lightning to get him. I raced towards him, my face set. I grabbed him and he held onto me, his grip tight. I raised my hand, blue lightning cracking around it as I looked to the stormy sky. Lightning cracked down from the sky, clinging to my arm like a rope. You know how magnets work, right? Well, the same principal applies here. I call up lightning that's got a different charge than natural lightning, and I can use it to pull the other lightning to me, using it to lift me or drop me.
Iron Man flew towards us, grabbing us both.
"Can't get away that easy Sparky." He said, and I grinned humorlessly.
"Had to try, didn't I?" I said, catching Ade's eye. He looked regretful. We were dumped in the plane, and we sat there.
"So, you can fly?" Ade asked me. My dark eyes rolled over to him.
"Sorta. You could actually fly better than me with your fire when you learn to control it better." I explained.
Things were quiet, some red headed lady chatting up in the front. From the rain in the clouds, my makeup had washed off and my hair dye was gone. Ade was staring.
"You look like…" He began.
"Like what?" I asked, looking over at him again.
"A ghost."
"I prefer Sparky better." I remarked dryly.
Okay, I hoped you liked it. If not, that's okay. I admit that my writing's not wonderful or perfect and some people may dislike it.
But enough of that; sooo I really love writing romances. But I don't know who to pair V with. So, if you could please kindly review or p.m me, that would be great! Because I want to have her be with Loki, but I'm not so sure... I was thinking maybe Steve? I don't know though, she seems a little evil for him...
Anyway, if you would kindly review any likes and/or dislikes about this, I would love to hear your opinion. And if you wasted your time reading this when you didn't like it at all, then I apologize. Please forgive me.