Author's note:Hello! my first fic in english, sorry for my mistakes... I'm spanish! I made this fic in spanish and people told me that was good enough to try and translate it, so here I am... Let's try!
Copyright's are from Marvel, bla,bla... the only character that is mine is Yami Invers. :)
My name is Yami Invers and I am 26 years old, I love singing, playing piano and playing violin. I love listening music, especially rock and metal, going to cinema and going walking. Normal stuff. I also kill vampires and lycans and those kind of creatures that like to fuck up with our race. That's not normal, I think. Ah, I almost forgot, I can sense other people intentions (It's not like I'm telepath or something, I just know if they think bad things).
A couple of weeks after escaping from Vigo (the police caught me killing some lycans, what happens to them when they die? Well, they stay dead in their human form… suckers!) I received an anonymous track that leaded me to Stuttgart, the track was for kill some rich guy that was very pale and I bet that his favorite drink wasn't wine. I didn't want to get directly in his radar. I wanted to play cat and mouse a little bit.
I was on a museum, that night they were celebrating some sort of rich party, to my surprise it wasn't difficult for me to enter there. There were a lot of people talking inside, they were in small groups chating, smiling and flirting. I was busy searching my target, I was so focused that I hit someone.
I looked up to see the face of the person I had hit, it was a 6'2" man with raven black hair and the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. It took me a second to react.
- "¡Oh! ¡Sorry! ¡Forgive my clumsiness!".- I said embarrassed. He said nothing, only nodded his head sharply and left. '¡Bah! ¡Cocky!'.- I thought, shrugging.
I camouflaged among a group of people watching the bull of Crete that were on display at the museum, a few steps behind me was a doctor who kept touting their findings but did not say anything interesting and, in front of me, I had the leech: Joseph Gallagher.
I heard a blow behind me, I turned and saw the man I had hit before, he has a kind of scepter in his hand, he struck the doctor and dragged him toward the bull. Now that I noticed, that man gave me a very bad feeling, a sort of mental humming; suddenly, he placed the doctor above the bull, pulled out a device and he was about to encrust it into the doctor's eye.
- "Hey, what the hell are you doing?".- I shout to him, getting closer.
The man looked at me and I stop dead on my feet, his green eyes were cold and calculating, he smiled sadistically and encrusted the strange device directly into the doctor's eye, causing him to convulse and emit groans of pain. I looked to Joseph, but he was gone.
When he was finished with the doctor, he aimed me with the scepter and I dodged a energy ball that was about to hit me in the chest. I hid behind column, heard two more shots of energy to other directions and I poke out; the man's back was in front of me so I took my gun, I aimed and I was about to shoot when his appearance changed: his suit was now a green and golden battle armor, the scepter became a spear and now he has a horned helmet.
- 'Where the fuck did this guy come from?'.- I asked myself mentally.
- 'From your worst nightmares'.- answered a voice in my mind,a voice that seemed to be having so much fun. Noting that electric intrusion in my mind, I quickly raised my mental walls until the voice disappeared.
He stopped walking, his smile grew even wider and, in one movement, he shot me again with the spear. Fortunately I left the path and only some debris fell over me.
- "You're agile and very curious, human. This can be fun".- he said with his cool, soft and silky voice. A shiver ran down my spine when I recognize that voice as the same I had heard in my head seconds before.
He aimed again and, this time, the blast sent me out of the building to the square where the rest of people invited were and we were surrounded by 3 men like him (better say 3 him). He got out of the building and entered the square ordering us to kneel, everyone did. I was on the floor 'cause the blast and the falling had hurt my right leg.
- "Is not this simpler?".- he said walking past my side.- "Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity: that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes for your life's joy in a mad scramble for power and identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."
- 'What is this demented talking about?'.- I wondered, getting up with difficulty and pointing the gun at his back.
- "Am I wrong?".- he turned slowly to me with a half smile.
- "Yes, you are wrong. I don´t like to be dominated, I won't kneel and less to someone as arrogant as you".- I said raising my chin proudly, still pointing the gun at him. 'If he moves, shot him in the head, like a ghoul'.-I said to myself.
I felt like he wanted to re-enter my mind, felt like those cold tentacles of power were hitting my mental walls and breaking them. I gasped with the effort to maintain concentration and dropped the gun to hold my head.
- "Leave the woman in peace Loki!".- a man dressed like the USA flag showed up with a round shield, he was in the middle of us.
- "Wait!".- I said to this new man, or to his back.- "Did you just said Loki? Like the fucking Norse God? And who the hell are you, Sailor moon?".- I asked as I bent down to pick up the gun, my right kneel cracked and, from the pain, I lost my concentration. My mental walls were vanished and I looked at Loki, who was smiling evilly at me.
- 'I am that Loki, poor and sweet creature'.- he said mentally. Another shiver ran down my spine.
- "Sailor Moon? Ma'am, I'm Captain America! Your savior!".- he answered solemnly, without taking his eyes off Loki.
I was so focused on them, that I had not even realized that most people had managed to escape, and I was now alone with these two men. This was not a joke, I was in a square with a fucking Norse God of Mischief, Chaos and Evil; apart from a guy in a tacky suit who called himself Captain America, the Savior.
They started fighting and Captain America was having pretty bad issues to stop the attacks and bangs that Loki was throwing without mercy. At one point, the captain lost his shield and Loki gave him such a blow that sent him flying several meters away, leaving him knocked out. Loki turned to me, smiling victoriously, I got up and shot, but didn't hit him in the head.
- "Do you seriously believe that you can harm me with that human weapon?".- he said narrowing his green eyes with a prideful expression on his sharp features.
I took a step backward, stumbled upon the shield of Captain America and fell, making more damage in the knee. Loki was getting closer and, without thinking, I took the shield with tears of pain and threw it back to Captain America, who was recovering consciousness.
At that time, the eyes of Loki went to the shield and the shield to me. If looks could kill, the look that Loki gave me then would have killed me and all my reincarnations.
- 'It's a shame it has to be so'.-he said aiming me with the spear but a noise filled the air and a Quinjet appeared out of nowhere pointing to Loki. A female voice said to him threateningly:
- ''Loki, drop the weapon and stand down''.
Loki turned around and shot the Quinjet who managed to dodge the blow, recovering a precarious balance in the air and Iron Man appeared (a character whom I knew because of the excess of his appearances in newspapers and media), he threw two repulsor rays to Loki that threw him several feet backwards and Iron Man landed pointing Loki with all his arsenal.
- ''Make your move, Reindeer names''.- said Iron Man to Loki, provoking him.
Loki slowly raised his hands and his clothes changed again, his armor disappeared and now he was wearing rather strange robes of emerald green and gold.
The Quinjet landed in the square and came a red-haired girl (her hair color was much darker than mine, she was more mahogany tone color as my hair is fiery red, inherited from my mother) with the tighter suit I've ever seen. She wore a pair of handcuffs in his hands, threw them Captain America and he put them on Loki.
She approached me and she smiled.
- ''Hello, I'm Natasha Romanov''.- she extended her hand to help me up and I recognized her voice as the one that had threatened Loki before. - ''Are you okay?''
I nodded and took her hand, with a little effort I managed to stand but my knee was hurting baddly.
- ''I'm Yami Invers, thank you very much for the help''. - I said.
She became serious, I could see that mentally she was thinking of me as the hunter of beasts, but pulled herself together quickly and smiled again.
- 'This is getting exciting, huh?'.- Loki's voice echoed in my head rejoicing.
- ''Hey Yami, how about if you come with us and we heal your leg?''.- Natasha asked innocently.
- 'Come on!Surely you do not dare, you fear them?'.- The soft voice of Loki was trying to provoke me and encourage me.- 'Or is it me who you fear?'.- I could feel his smile without looking at him.
- 'I'm not afraid of you, horns'.- I looked at Loki with ill-tempered face, he raised his eyebrows and chuckled at my comment.
- ''Of course! Why not?''.- I said to Natasha.- ''If you have a fucking Quinjet, sure that you have a decent medical team''.- I smiled.
We went up to Quinjet and we took off, they bound Loki with 3 seat belts and he has the handcuffs on, I laid on seats in front of him, Natasha was sitting at the controls, Iron Man and Captain America tried to interrogate Loki but he remained silent, at least physically.
- 'Don't you think that humans are a stupid and self-destructive race?'.- Loki was asking me continually and I was making everything possible to not answer him and ignore it but it was like having a nest of snakes in the head.
- 'Come on, you're not answering me?'.- he was reproaching me with mock hurt voice. - 'Not even looking at me?'
I noticed as he stirred a little in the seat and trying to get a bit closer but he stayed perfectly still when we heard some thunder above us. I looked at him sideways; he was staring at the ceiling of the plane with a serious expression on his face, a mixture of fear and nervousness.
- ''What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?''.- asked him Steve Rogers (that was Captain America's name) as he saw Loki's expression.
- ''I'm not overly fond of what follows''.- answered Loki enigmatically with a half-smile.
A knock at the plane's ceiling made us all lift our eyes and Stark opened the loading door, revealing a tall, blond man with an armor and a hammer who sent him back to the cockpit. He took Loki away, ripping belts and jumped out the damper, the two disappeared from view. Immediately afterwards, Iron Man came behind them and Captain America was a parachute to follow them as well.
- ''Now what do we do?''. – I asked nervously to Natasha.
- ''We go directly to the Helicarrier, I believe that men can make it without us''. - She turned slightly in her seat and winked. - ''Now you better sleep a while, okay?''
- ''Agreed''.- I said without much conviction.
Maybe it was the hum of the turbines of the Quinjet or the mental silence I was now, but the truth is I fell asleep within seconds.
Author's: Well, here you have... first chapter... Must I continue or should I quit? XD I expect reviews, good reviews, bad reviews... Let's see if I translate another chapter!
Greetings humans.