I return to the tower hours later to get my dagger. I'm still weak, too weak to be able to phase enough times to kill them all in several forms. I might have to go human for a while. I use the walls as support, slowly walking to the elevator. It rises to the main floor. The doors open, revealing a dark, empty room. My hair sticking to my forehead, my movements slow and jerky, I manage to move to my room. Avoiding looking at my bed, I open my wall safe and take out my dagger, along with a pistol. Gazing at the three syringes filled with adrenaline, I take one and shove it in my pocket. I close the safe after taking a second one out. Leaning against the wall, I take the small plastic cover off of the needle.
Taking a breath, I gaze at the inch long needle that's going to be embedded into my chest. Shaking my head, I don't let myself think as I thrust it into my chest. I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. Pushing the plunger down, I wrench it back out, gasping for air. I'll never get used to that; having to shove a syringe needle into my own chest. I stand tall after a few seconds, my senses coming back. Dropping the syringe, I just now notice the overwhelming smell of ice. I shudder a few times as the adrenaline kicks in. Sighing, I sprint from the room. Not able to handle riding the elevator, I go down the stairs.
Making it outside, I hail a taxi and throw money at them. Sliding to the end, I reach over and close the door after nearly a minute. The scent of ice is right beside me. I force myself to stay still, fiddling with the syringe in my pocket. I shut my eyes, leaning my head back. When the Taxi jerks to a stop, I fumble with the handle and throw myself out. Nearly stumbling, I catch my balance and travel towards the warehouse, barely in view.
I pause at the end of the treeline, seeing them push a line of girls into the warehouse, sneering insults and lude comments. Bristling, I sneak towards a broken, dirty window and peek inside. A crowd of young girls are pressed together, a few being led forcefully away. I growl lowly, dropping into a crouch as I phase into a black bear. Lumbering around, I let out a loud roar and break through the metal doors. Girls scream but stay huddled together, clothes torn and bloodied. I raise onto my back legs, batting away a man that came at me with a knife.
Phasing back into myself, I bend away from a blade that nearly sliced my face and punch them in the stomach. Noises surround me. My ears start to throb. My nose is assaulted with scents. My vision is sharp. My body hums with adrenaline. My heart beats furiously. I grin. Spinning, I roundhouse kick one man. I get grabbed from behind. Throwing my head back, I smirk at the crack. I kick up and back, my aim true. The man falls onto his side, holding his crotch. Grabbing my dagger, I shove it back. A man screams, falling. Several more surround me. I glance at the large group of girls that stare at me in terror and horror. My heart drops.
"Close your eyes." I command them. They all obey. Black mist spreads across the floor, the lights flickering before staying dark. I make a shield surround the girls. Men holler in alarm, trying to find me. Phasing into Lady Wulf, I grin. I can see them all. Letting my blade slip to the floor, I stalk towards them. At the sound of metal scraping along the cement floor, they all pause. And then;
"What the hell is that?" One exclaims.
I swing the five foot long blade. His head drops to the floor. His body follows. Screams echo in the warehouse. Nearly fifty men swarming around me, lost in the black mist that sticks to them. I walk to a small group, the metal blade dragging on the cement antagonizing them. I swing with a sharp whistling sound. They have no time to scream. They only see a glint of silver. I can feel my adrenaline fading quickly, this form taking more energy than others do.
Shifting back into myself, I take my dagger and begin to sneak behind them. The mist starts receding into nothing. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of emerald green. More people are dead than who I killed. The scents of blood and ice mingle in the air, the two strongest scents aside from sweat and fear. Mashed together, the scents are revolting. I spring up, slitting a mans neck. He gurgles, alerting the close-by companions. I growl when they turn. Bending my knees, I lower into a fighting stance. They lunge for me. I spin, kicking one in the pelvis while I elbow the other in the nose. They both groan, but don't relent. They both aim hits for me.
Slicing one of the arm, I headbutt the other. He groans, stumbling back. Turning my attention to the wounded one, I step forward and stab the blade into their neck. I yank it out, nearly gagging at the blood that sprays me. The man drops to the ground. I spin, only to find at least seven circling me. I smirk. They all pounce at one. One hits me jaw with a solid punch. I let out a grunt, spinning the blade in my hands. Mustering the strength, I force myself to change back into my Lady Wulf, though I'm too weak to summon mist. I swing the blade, going through many of them. None die. Severed legs drop with the rest of the bodies. Intestines flop onto the floor.
Dizzy, I stumble back when more attack. Reverting back, I grasp the syringe. Biting the cap off, I continue to step back, plunging the needle into my chest. Pressing the plunger down, I shudder after a few seconds. The adrenaline does it's job, my nerves going berserk. My whole body suddenly goes rigid, the strength surging through my veins. Hardly a blur, I kill the rest of the men without remorse, blood painting me. By this time, I must look like a monster to the girls.
Lowering the force-field that was taking most of my power, I pant and wobble in place. The women all screams, crawling away from me. I ignore the hurt that stabs into my heart and point to the doors. "You're free. I saved you." I say, keeping my face hidden from view, my violet hair painted with red, making it look nearly brown. They run passed me, looking at me with terror and disgust as they do. None come near me. None thank me.
I sigh, staring down at my hands when the last girl disappears through the doors. Blood drips onto the floor steadily. I blink slowly, before looking directly where the strongest scent of ice is. "You know, it's not nice trying to hide from people." I start. "I've known you came with Thor since he got here. Are you a friend of his?" I ask. Standing upright, I pop my back and try to blink away the tiredness that makes my eyes burn. At the silence, I shrug.
Shoving my dagger into my back pocket, I let the blade go through the pocket and stick through, though the handle keeps it from falling out as I turn and make my way out, having given the girls long enough to get a comfortable distance away from me. The smell of ice recedes the more I go, but eventually it reappears beside me. I walk until I make it to the tower, having seen no Taxi's. Stumbling through the door, I glance at the sky. It's still nearly pitch black.
Sighing, I walk into the elevator and nearly collapse onto the bottom with a groan. I sit up, pressing the button for my floor. I lean against the wall, not doing anything when I feel a presence beside me, their shoulder brushing against mine. "I don't bite." I say, but smirk as I remember Thor. "Unless you fight me, and then I do..." I add sleepily. The doors open with a ding, and I open my eyes to see Cap. I jerk, rising into a stand.
"Oh shit." I exclaim, glancing down at myself. He stares at me silently, eyes wide. "Uh, Cap, can you keep a secret?" I ask, trying to smile at him. It turns into a grimace.
"Um. Sure, Violet. Good night." He answers, turning around and walking down the hall. Sighing in relief, I let out a breath and stride down the hall to my room. Opening the door, I glance down at my clothes. Too tired to bother changing or even lock the door, I collapse onto my bed.
"Ms. Stark?" JARVIS asks. I groan is response, burrowing my head further under the pillow. "Mr. Stark is approaching your room." He adds with his British accent. It takes a second for the words to settle in. I jerk up, falling off of my bed in panic. I sprint into the bathroom. Locking the door after I close it, I turn the shower on full blast, also turning up my music that I always keep playing.
"Violet?" I hear Tony ask, knocking on the door. I stay silent, turning the music up even louder. Tony sighs, barely audible over the loud music of Set It Off. I don't pay attention to the smell of ice in the room, knowing they followed me in. After a while, Tony finally gives up and leaves. I wait several more minutes before opening the door.
"JARVIS."
"Yes, Ms. Stark?"
"Make sure Tony can't get in here, lock the windows and door. I don't want to speak to him. Make sure to wake me up when he gets near, too. Please, JARVIS." I add.
"Yes, Ms. Stark. You're welcome." The AI responds. I turn off the shower, walking out and collapsing back on my bed. Within seconds I fall asleep. I make sure to stay a little bit awake, having perfected it years ago at 'Camp'. Remembering the 'camp' my eyes snap open. I know I won't be able to fall asleep again anytime soon, so I crawl from the warm blankets and lean against the wall, my legs straight out in front of me as I gaze blankly at the door as the room slowly brightens, the sun crawling over the buildings. The cold, intoxicating scent of ice stays nearby through the whole night.
Even hours after noon, the smell stays beside me. I ignore the knocks and calls at my door. Chuckling dryly, I turn my head to look at the scent of ice right beside me, feeling their shoulder brush against mine occasionally. "Being the youngest is horrible, you know. Always in the shadow. When out parents were alive, he was their favorite. Tony this, Tony that. 'Tony is better than you at that, leave it to him'. 'Put that down, Tony is going to fix it'. You know, I was better than him at a lot of things.
"Half of the time I was the one who did the business papers. When I was expected to be cleaning or doing whatever my mother wanted me to be doing, I was helping him. I got in so much damn trouble. All for my damn older brother." I stand, throwing my fist into the wall. "And look at where it got me. I'm fucking tested on by my own brother. I've nearly died so fucking many times to save his arrogant ass." At this point I'm shredding the room with pure fury. I throw my bed, making it hit the damn wall. "And what does he do for me? What has he ever fucking done for me back? He buys me jewelry I fucking hate. He never actually hugs me like a normal person.
"Hell, Thor shows more damn affection than he ever has! Fuck." I bellow, breading the mahogany headboard. I throw the bed frame at the window, shattering it. I grip onto the frame before it falls out, throwing it at the door. Phasing into an Albatross, I dive from the window. I brush the ground as I arch up, fleeing the tower. After that betrayal, I'm not sure when I'll be back. I've never been this furious. I'm always the trickster that gets in trouble,the one that explodes into an anger fit. That was usually Tony. I don't glance at the tower as I flee, throwing myself in the ocean miles out, phasing at the last second.
'oops'.