The Black Angel

Chapter Three: The Truth

Darkness.

Everything around me is black. There are no shapes, or shades. Only black.

I can't tell if I'm awake, If I'm conscious or if I'm still dreaming. I never can. It's as if two dimensions are slowly becoming one. I try to speak, but nothing comes from my mouth. I try to scream, but my throat is dry. I feel depression crawling up my spine, placing darkness into my veins, despondency proceeding its way into my heart. I take a deep breath and feel the hollowness of my stomach.

"Relcium" I whisper. I feel my eyes float with darkness as I focus on what I want to see.

The future.

Waves crash upon the sand, refusing to permanently leave. I see a clip of a man with dark hair. Than one with blond. I see my hand laced with the muscular hand but as I lift my head up to see who's Body it belongs to, there are two faces- no, not faces, personalities, a head split in half, one side with darkness, and another with light.

I'm jolted awake by the sound of controversy around me. I sit up, and am attached to countless cords and wires. I see Natasha run over and place a hand on my left leg.

"You saved us" She marveled "How'd you kill them all? Every single one of them? how'd you do it."

I take a deep breath. "Uhm, I just kind of did it." I replied

I look over and see Steve sitting on a beige leather chair with his head in his hands. Obviously contemplating something.

"What the hell are you" He demands "I-You" He breathes "You didn't even touch them. It was black. It felt wrong. We should have questioned them. Should have-" He places his hands in his lap again. I focus on him. Breathing him in. Trying to perceive his thoughts.

"We should have worked together." He thinks. "She made me look weak. She needs to go to her cell so she doesn't danger us. So she doesn't kill us. God, what the hell is she."

Suddenly, I'm filled with absolute irascibility.

"You want to put me in a cell?" I scream. "To lock me where I can't hurt anybody?".

Suddenly, Bruce kicks in "We just want any physical damage to occur. We barely know you Angel".

"My name is Black Angel. Don't refer to me with your petty nicknames. I wont hurt any of you physically." I smirk. "But that doesn't mean I wont hurt you mentally."

"What?" They question in complete unison.

"Temore" I scream, as black magic floats from my pores and surrounds them all: Bruce, Natasha and Steve.

"I am not a caged animal" I demand "I refuse to stay in a cell and be your prisoner. I'm not afraid of you. And you may not be afraid of me. But I know exactly what you're afraid of."

All three of them;, Steve, Natasha, and Bruce instantly fall to the ground. I don't bother to catch them. Not a tinge of guilt flows throughout my body as I step out of the room I was staying in and am face to face with Nicholas Fury, who instantly shoots me in the stomach, not with a bullet. With something...Something...Sharp...I instantly fall asleep. Unaware of where I will be when I wake up. All I do know is that those who tried to make me suffer; Are currently suffering.

*Natasha's Point of View*

I'm shaking. freezing. Unsure of where I am.

"Natasha" I hear Clint yell "Natasha, hurry, come!" I hear him cry, his voice laced with pain.

I sprint over and run to a broken down shack. I see him laying on a hay bail. His stomach is red, wet with blood.

"Clint!" I quake "Clint, what the hell happened?"