CHAPTER 3

I sat in the car. We sped along the roads. It was quiet a distance from the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters to home. The scenes outside flashed before the window. It was nighttime already. This was the first time i have been in New York at night. It was beautiful, seeing the lights and all the people passing. We lived an hour and a half away from the city, in the countryside. My 'parents' owned a farm there, with several cows and vegetable patches. The nearest supermarket was quiet a while away from our place, so the farm was our main source of groceries. Slowly,outside the windows, the countryside was fading into sight. I put on my earphones and started listening to Taylor Swift's Wildest dreams. Today has been such a crazy day with S.H.I.E.L.D and Loki and all those memories. All i wanted to do now was get home and just be with my parents. Although they're not my birth-parents but they treated me like their own. They say sentiment is a chemical defect but still, I'd hate to admit it but i love them.

I was still deep in thought when they pulled up in front of my house. That was when i realized something was not right. There was a crowd of firemen near our house. I quickly ran out of the car, slamming the door behind me. And in front of me was our house on blazing fire. Everything was in flames. Burning. Spark of wood ashes were flying in the air. Sirens and lights flashing everywhere and people attempting to stop the burning. "Mom! Dad!" i screamed running towards the house. That's when i saw the ambulance. All the noise and flames and people where really starting to scare me and panic was rising in me. I stumbled towards the ambulance, which was surrounded with several nurses. I'd hate to see what i think would be there in the ambulance, lying on that bed. Slowly i walked towards it, sniffing and trying hard to restrain my tears and stop them from falling down. I've always hated ambulances. I saw one when i was 6. it was my best friend's grandmother. She died in the end, despite all that work they put into saving her. Life is so weird sometimes if you think about it. So fragile, so short. Elena then moved away to New Jersey to live with her uncle, and we never contacted each other again after she left.

Slowly i reached to the ambulance. My parents were there. Lying, lifelessly, unconscious. "excuse me?" i weakly asked, grabbing a passing nurse by the shoulder. "they're my parents. What happened?"

" they were in the house when it was burning. They have inhaled too much smoke, but they got out soon enough so they're probably going to be okay, although he got hit by a falling beam."

"they'll be okay? Thank god, oh my god i was getting so scared." i cried burying my face in my hands. They're going to be okay. Everything will be fine.

The nurse then walked away and carried on with whatever they were working on. It was as if a stone got lifted off my heart. But one question still haunted me. The firemen were here, so were the ambulance. So where's the police? I set one particularly annoying boy's farm's barn on fire when i was 8. the police was there for that. Surely they should've been alerted of this by now. What were they doing, having a cup of tea while this place got burnt down to ashes? "shouldn't the police be here too?" i asked the driver who was still with me.

"They said all of the regional police were on this big case on the other side of this town, ma'am." he answered professionally. A bit too professionally, it sounded as if he had this script.

"Do you know what the cause of fire was?"

"no, ma'am, but i can go and ask if you would like me to."

"yes please, that would be most pleasant." i said as i watched him walking towards a nearby fireman. I heard mutters about fire and something that sounded like lightning.

"Ma'am, they said it was struck by a lightning several hours ago."

"Lightning?" i laughed , looking up at the stary night-sky. It was absolutely clear as it was earlier in the day. Seriously?lightning? I thought as i walked towards the housein this typer of weather? "Are you sure you heard correctly?" as i got closer, a strong stench of petrol filled my nostrils. "cos for some reason i seem to be able to smell petrol."

"may be it was leaked out in the flames?"

"no, it doesn't smell like this. I know it. I'm OCD." i said turning around. He remained silent this time. So someone was trying to kill my parents? Or was this revenge from the group of girls that ran away earlier today? Is this about me?

"would you like a lift? I can take you back to the headquarters while your parents are in hospital." asked the driver, who was called john. I was pulled out of my thoughts again.

"umm, actually can you take me to the hospital that they'll probably take my parents to? The ambulance's already left."

"no problem, Miss."

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