Chapter 54

A/N

I hope book 2 has been satisfying enough for you guys. If you made it this far and somehow didn't stop reading, congratz!

I love you to the moon and back and wish you forlorn for the journey ahead.

P.S. What are you're hopes for my character?

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I've been a prisoner before its no secret.

I've been beaten and broken down in many ways possible that I lost track of time whenever it happened.

But never, and I mean never, did I have to go through being a prisoner with the rest of my friends that were caught up in my brother's and Steve's feud.

I felt sick just watching them as the guards put them in chains and dragged us all to hell.

We saved Earth from being invaded and now this was the reward they gave us.

It was a deadly truth to anyone really.

The Government will always try to find control over things they can't.

And if they can't control it, they simply get rid of it.

Its there motto, I know.

Because I was the person they'd turn to, to get rid of their little problems.

Assassin has never been my regular name but at one point it was until I became the Dark Witch.

When I was the Government's lapdog, they could do anything they wanted with me.

I was disposable.

Just a simple matter that could be extinguished if it ever arised.

But now the rules were different.

Ever since Fury released me to Tony after the battle of New York, they couldn't contain me so they deemed me a threat.

I've always known they'd find some way back to bite me in the ass.

They were pesky rats that just don't know when to die.

"Watch it," Clint growled from in front of us, his jaw snapping at the guard who pulled us all a little too roughly by the chain.

We were all filing in a single line through the barred hallway with chains wrapped around our hands and legs.

Wanda and I were a bit more unpredictable, they let the metal clasp remain on my neck and pinned my hands cross against my waist, clicking metal locks that kept them there.

Wanda was shoved in a straight jacket with belts that pulled her hands together.

A winding metal clasp was also installed on her neck and I know it had the same qualities as mine did considering we mirrored each other powers.

The others all had basic chains but if anyone were to look at me and Wanda its clear the two of us was the most dangerous.

Clint was the very first on the single line, followed by Sam, Scott-who I just learned-Wanda, then me.

Each metal gate we pass through took some time to open and by the time we entered a split in the narrowed path, I counted five doors.

A couple guards approach us all and began to unlock the chains that interlock us together, making us disperse from our places.

I didn't have the heart to face my former teammates as they watch me with a mixture of pity and remorse.

They knew now why I decided not to choose.

It doesn't end well on both sides.

But they've realized this too late.

Because now all of us were trapped.

There's a collective silence as I watch the guards rotate around, checking and rechecking everything.

My eyes were guarded as they did this and I can't help but narrowed my expression.

All my teammates wore blue uniforms after having changed but I remained in my slightly torn suit.

It took everything to force them not to change me out as I didn't want a risk of them seeing the blue burnt veins.

In the end they gave up because I was causing to much fuss and let me through, not before scanning my attire for any hidden daggers.

They found none.

"Alright, split them up!"

We were all caught off guard because they began to shove us apart mercilessly without a care in the world, making us knocked into each other and metal panels.

I lost track of Wanda and I desperately searched for her, feeling her panic through the bond.

"Wanda!" I shout, trying to get her attention.

My teammates shouted their outraged but was forced down another hallway, grunts and protest flying everywhere.

How could they treat us like this?

Like we were nothing but animals?

One guard held onto my wrist and I hissed, feeling the veins burn.

"Let me go." I growled, trying to get him to stop as he forcefully dragged me away.

Loud angry screams began to vertebrae through the metal walls and my heart nearly drops at the sounds coming from Wanda.

"Wanda?!" I shout, struggling with all my might as another few more guards began to encircle me, caging me in.

Clint somehow managed to get in front of me because he too, was fighting against his own army of guards.

"Get your hands off her!"

The two of us were trying to get to Wanda.

It was rowdy and you can hear the tension increasing as Wanda's screams persisted.

Raising my struggling head, I looked desperately around for a familiar brunette and saw her struggling near the wall with her eyes, tightly screwed shut and her teeth gritting against each other in pain.

Stop. Make it stop. Please.

Her words come forth in my mind and I stumbled on my feet, hearing the pain that came out of those words.

The guard was pressing onto the metal clasp that only gave her agony.

"Let her go, you bastards!" I elbowed my way through, hearing my team shouting for them to stop hurting Wanda.

One guard electrified a baton and hit me in the gut, knocking me to one knee.

Biting my lip, I coughed, the electricity burning my body alive.

"Wanda!" I yell desperately still trying to rise.

Another baton hit me on my back and I face planted, my cheek hitting the cool floor.

I felt a fresh cut leak above my eyebrow and winced in pain.

Blinking my eyes open, I felt exhausted and worn out at the effect of everything happening around me.

My blurry eyes found Wanda where I was, she had placed her head down on the ground, exactly like how I did it, only her eyes were motionless.

Like she had nothing else to give.

My heart felt like it was going to burst apart and I felt my hands that were trapped against my side began to cool.

It wasn't the pleasant cooling either, it was the sickening damp, musty feeling that leeched out of moldy walls.

Staring down at my hands that were trapped, black began to leak out, pooling through the tiny cracks.

Lorelie...

Wanda's whisper for help is all it took for me to come apart.

A hurricane of black exploded the room, drawing my energy and decimating the guards to their feet.

A flurry of ashy mist began to flow downwards and I drag myself up, limping towards Wanda's weak form.

It didn't matter if my powers were failing all on their own now, or the fact that I was using it in large quantities that could kill me quicker.

Wanda needed me and I came.

When I exploded the room, the chains and metal that kept me still had turned to dust, leaving me free of all entrapment.

Even then, I still did nothing to hurt those who did.

"I'm here..." I tell her, gently lifting her to my lap.

My brown hair fell over my shoulder and I watch as Wanda helplessly cry onto my lap like a child.

"I'm here." I repeated, rocking her back and forth and ignoring how the guards were now slowly rising to their feet, having recovered from the massive outage I hit them with.

My team were the only ones who were not affected and they stared around the room, confused and slightly fearful.

Clint is the one who mirrored me, kneeling beside Wanda and stroking her brown hair in a calm soothing matter.

"You're alright Kid, don't worry." He tells her and she could only nod shakily.

Leaning my head on the metal wall behind me, I shut my eyes and let my weak body sunk even more.

Everything felt like it was spinning and my hands that held Wanda loosen, unable to hold up their weight.

Sam and Scott stood protectively around us, forming a ring of protection around us all.

It was the guards against us and you can tell from the change in atmosphere that there was no way the guards could hit one without getting punched by the rest of the team.

Blinking one eye open, I stared at them with an unreadable expression.

"We're all the same." I say, tone quiet and dark. "We bleed like the rest of you."

;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;

There's this tiny crack in the wall from where I sat, with my back against the glass wall behind me.

I dragged my eyes over the little spiderweb style, my mind going back to the Kid, Tony recruited.

I wondered if he was okay.

I'm sure he was.

Clint's constant raggedy pacing pokes my already out of control mind, followed by Scott's anxious sighs.

Sam's heart is thudding like a humming bird and I could feel all three of their emotions circle back to me like a sponge.

One had a family he left behind.

One had a little girl to go back too.

One had lost all his friends.

They don't need to say it, I can feel it. Their little thoughts and emotions.

"Lorelie?" Sam quiet voice speaks to me through the tiny bars of the glass wall that trapped us all in.

In the end, Wanda was separated from us and my weak bond with the Maximoff was the only relief I had, to know the girl was okay.

She was tired and afraid but that didn't put out the fire that was still burning in her.

The rest of us were placed in cells that looked to be more like a psych ward then an actual prison cell.

The cells all cloned together in a large conjoining circle so you could see where everyone is located.

"Mmhm?" I murmured, not moving from my position since I got here which was probably 4 hours ago.

The burn on my side and the scratches on my chest were really the only physical pain that reminded me I was still human.

That, and the two new bruises sporting on my back and upper hip.

Sam shuffles along the glass, hands across his chest in a concerning matter.

"Are you doing okay?"

I tilt my head slightly and shrugged, not wanting to move to much as my body was in much deeper agony then what I left out.

The veins glow had returned and with no serum I was already dead.

Right now I was watching the blue veins crawl up my neck at a snail's pace.

They'd reach their mark its only a matter of time.

"The man I love just shot my heart out and my brother handed me over like nothing."

The room goes dead quiet and I release a quiet scoff, seeing from my peripheral vision how Sam goes slack.

"So yes Sam. I'm okay."

It was mean, but when you're dying, I think you're allowed to do whatever the hell you want.

"Why didn't you catch him in time?"

Tony words lash at me like a whip and I wince, expecting a slap that was non-existent.

I wondered how Rhodey was doing? Was he alive? Did I save him in time?

Did my Protector made it?

And Natasha? Steve? Tony?

Sighing tiredly, I leaned my head back on the glass and shut my eyes, a tired sigh escaping me.

My long brown hair was loosely falling over my shoulder and my hands were free.

The only thing they replaced on me was the metal clasp other then that, nothing new.

"Sometimes I think I'm a killer..." I hummed, my tone taking a sad edge as the song; Killer + The Sound, encased me whole.

"Scared you in your house, even scared myself by talking, about Dahmer on your couch..."

Silent tears leak down my cheeks and I sniffled, feeling the sadness envelope me whole.

My teammates shuffle to their beds and I felt them sit down, leaning their heads back as they listened to me sing the last of my many songs.

"But I can't sleep next to a body, even harmless in death. Plus I'm pretty sure I'd miss you. Faking sleep to count your breath."

Wiping away the fallen tears, the lyrics began to run through my brain and I stopped momentarily after everything became too much.

"Can the killer in me, tame the fire in you? Is there nothing left to do for us?"

The weight of Tony's betrayal.

The heartache of Steve's love.

You don't have to be me to know the pain that flowed out of my heart and onto the ground.

"Nothing ever comes, ever comes if you call it."

My tone cracked but I continued on. "Choking like a dog, like a dog on a collar... Open up your mouth, your mouth if you want it... Listen for the sound, the sound, the sound is coming down..."

I let the words fade away and the world around me bleed into nothingness as a buzzing electrified my ears.

Its almost time.

But I'm not ready to go yet.

Then again, when are you ever ready?

Death comes anytime and when it hits, its brutal and sweet.