I walk to the cold table surrounded by lonely faces. Bags under their
.heir eyes cigaret smoke fils the air. They walk me in arm locked with mine as they stand in there uniforms. There police uniforms that is. They don't know who I am or what I'm cable of they think I'm a stranger and weak. The Garda who clearly have brawled and cried with the images take my past the corridors to the questioning center. The walls that surround us are are icy cold as the subsided harts that lies with in these people's minds. Not only the I,ages though but the officers who have faced death themselfs in there own minds. We start to walk faster but the cuffs on me restricted my from walking because the pain is so unbearable. The big lights above the endless maetle hall blind me as my hazel eyes reflect the blood stained walls that have to tears of satin written all over them. Well I gusse its what I deserve. But the only thing they don't know is that I'm supposed to be saving them. The inmates hoot and hollar in there orange jumpers as the trap the Metal bars with there tattooed arms and reach for me. I gusse its been a long time since they saw a girl here. But I'm not like the other girls busted for drugs smoking and fighting. I'm here for helping the police well at least I thought saving lives was worth this. Hey pretty lady one in,ate called. His balled head was coverd by a flesh torn scar. His yellow teeth matched his blood shot eyes. I made contact because of I wanted to these guards that are hanging on tightly as we scoots along the hall would be on the ground begging for mercy. Oh and befor I get ahead of myself. Let me tell you who I am. I'm a superhero I gusse as they say not. Like the comic book characters but a girl who has been training for this since she was 8 self trainingg . A bow and arrow and sword but I prefer my sword so I can kill quicker. I'm the blue hawk. And I don't kill for the hell of it. I fight for those who can not defend themselfs. But also there are others and those others don't know who I am yet but I'm sure they will find out. I hate the avengers. There the they the others. Tony stark or iron man thinks he's a big shot but behind that mantle suit he is nothing but an avrage man and a cowerd. Hawk eye. It's just like the tip idle stories him and the black widow yes because we all need that right? I think that's just for show. And the black widow? A prebiotic a ignorant girl who think that a gun and a badge can save her. I could easily fight her. An then the hulk. Ya he gets angry then turned into a green dinosaur but I'm sure I can slit his throat. And then captin America. The broken solider mr. Goody too shoes if you ask me but then agin he's the most down to earth. Finally Thor the Demi god. He just wants to love and for his family to be whole. Aww how sweet but unlike him I don't buy into that I'm tougher then I look thick brown hair in a bun to the side. My spandex blue suit hugs by mucle big boned body. My hazel eyes kept you locked on me so I could read your true emotions I'm good at that makeing people happy sad mad and angry with my eyes. I'm not the tallest 5.2 I gusse I'm almost avrage for my age. Oh and befor I forget I'm 13. Ya I'm 13 but if I wanted to could hurt anyone that hurts those who can not defend thems selfs. I've just been noticed though I've lived in the shawdows hiding waiting of r,y time to shine. I know what happend last year with the underworld coming to earth and all and the avengers saving us but what the don't know I was saving those ont eh streets bleeding and dieting. I have a scar across my cheek. Some moron came at me with a knife and well he got what he was harden for. He was beating up a home guy for 3 penny's. but I'm glad I got a smile out of the hobo myself. My parents know who I am what I do they are scared ill die but I reassure them befor I die a thousand traders will fall apron death in the shawdow and I think that got them to Realize they should never question my hart. The guards take we further into darkness as I smirk at how tough they think they are. Just because they have a badge and gun they think their really something speacil. We stopped at a big steel door. In here one of the gaurds spoke. They opend the door handle as it clicked open to reveal a older man with bags und his eyes just like the rest of them here. His Cotten shirt was stained with a inch of old blood. Oh so he thinks he's good. Sit done the man spoke wavering his hand to the seat in front. The guards brought me and pushed my arms down so I fell on the ice cold chair. I looked up at them and twitched my eyes trying to make them feel uncomfortable. I knew they were getting anxious. The closed the door and I could tell of the heavy clicked out side they went to there post out side the doors. The man turned the lights all they way on so it wasn't dim anymore. I saw who he is his gray hair gave it away. Hello mr. Cunning. I said as he took the cuffs of and Chenin my hands to the table. Ok I thought, he knows I could get out if I wanted to. Hello blue hawk. He spoke back his breath smelled like cigaret smoke. " do you know why your here?" He asked . "No, actually I think I should be out there right now saving those who apparently you people you call heros don't give a crap about." I sat back on the chair . My voice sounding deep and strong as I grew so much more angry. But yet agin I'm always angry. "We'll miss we would be able to do that but we do have a city to run" he got closer to my face and leaned on the table. His blood shot eyes were ferice. This guy was intimidating . But I bet I can do better. " apparently not since a 13 year old is basically running it." I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. My suit was urging my body tightly. I'm glad because they keep these questioning rooms about 30 degrees. " he put his hands on the blank steel table and pushed himself up. He ran a hand threw his gray hair and fixed his tie. Mr. Cunning walked to the corner of the small room. And pulled out my sword. I wish I could move I thought. My hands still chained to the table. All I could do is cross my arms. He took the sword from the small table in the corner it was draped apon. And stroked the blade. The dried blood on it rubbed off on his hands. He walked back to the table his red eyes still glued to sword as he dropped the heavy peice of meatless on the table. The sound vibrated of the room and walls. The echoing sound reminded me of the sound it made when it ripped threw the air back when I would train in my back hard with my spear cutting down heavy branches on the dead trees for my father. I snapped put of thought when he sat back in the chair. My blood stained sword in the middle of us. As he scooted himself in the Chiat etched the gray panel floor. I looked at the sword refusing to make eye contact. " what's wrong girl?" He spoke this sarcastically. " are you wondering why your here?" He continued his mocking ways. " I know why I'm here. " I quickly shot back befor he could say anything els. He smirked and inched his arms on the table. He just stared at my sword. My sword. The shinny gray blade with a blue dragon scale imprinted on the blade. The handle had twists and crosses on the upper part. And it was plain below. I got that sword when I met nick fury. Yes nick fury the avengers co.op he's almost like their manager. But if ask me a big shot with a eye patch and a back story almost like most of us but apparently he's something speacil. I think I'm jealous that they get the fame and glory for fighting the robots and not saving lives like I was. It is almost in a metaphoric term a undeniable hate that lingers in the back of mind that fills with jealousy each day they get an action figure or poster the jealousy and hate just burns deeper. Because after all if I wanted to they would easily be dead.
TO BE CONNINTEUED IN PART TWO. Part two will be published tonight.
I looked down at my feet that were coverd by my blue and white cleats. The blades on those things could slash any flesh or thing in a second. " then I'll let you tell me " he smirked still leaning on the table. I didn't think he could hold this on me forever. It wasn't my fault I didn't know who he was. I didn't. I thought back into my memories of that night. That night. Well I start at the begging. The rain drifted off of the black streets in NYC the lonely streets distressed atmosphere lingers on my skin. As I ran across the streets looking for what ever they talking about on the police app I have on my I pad. My I pad was a Christmas present I gusse that's an advantage to being an only child. NYC was always seemed distant from the outside world. I didn't live here though just each month I would come here. After my parents realizeing this is who I am and what I'm going to do for the rest of life my dad and mom bought a small apartment they rent for a few months while my mother stays at our house while my father looks after me while I try to do my new adopted job as protector. Each night when the app that was designed only for the avengers but luckily for me I found out how to tap into there softwear being captin America's great niece. Ya I am but he knows that I only found that out from my great grandmother befor she died. He dosent care though he's a big shot he thinks just because I'm a kid I can't fight. Ya being sice he's just someone who can throw a punch yes so truly amazeing. But as the night fell apon the lonely people who came out drunk at night I heard on the app that let me in on names numbers addresses and other info, that someone is on the move.who I didn't know. But as I searched down each ally ways and my hart raced I grabbed my sword. My sword is retractable they had this sword only for a main purpose of protecting and I gusse they saw that firery passion burning deep in side my eyes and hart. Lucky for them they didn't get burned like EVREYONE els I push away because of what danger they could get in from knowing me. So I tend to be a loner. But Pulled it out from my belt and fligned it open as I saw what the ranting was about. I began to become scared and cry a little. There. There. An officer there lays down in the water ways of the street coverd red in i his own blood. His face skin was masked blood as his hands showed the struggle he must of been threw to try and escape his hell of a death. I ran falling to my knees crying blood tears. The officers eyes were still shot open and so was his moulth from shock of his murder right befor his eyes and death. In his blood and rain filled hand was a picture. I pried it from his cold dead blooded fingers and looked at it to get a closer look. Yes he was a father. To a butiful little gilt that looked about 2 with sweet little innocent eyes and curls and holding her was her mother. His wife the butiful women with chestnut highlighted blond hair and grey eyes. This little girl just lost her daddy. And the wife lost her best friend. As I cried blood over his dead body I was wondering who would tell her that she is now a widow and who would explain it to this. Little girl that her daddy is dead and never coming back. She will never feel his hug or get tucked in a a kiss from her daddy and night right befor she slips into a deep dark sleep. Well she will have to now because that' s all she has left now useless memories that she will eventuallyy forget on day. I glanced at where his hart is as I put the picture in my pocket as the blood remover from the pic true to my blue spandex suit. A dagger. It stood bereft lay up right for his hart and blood masked the edge of the blad. My frown turned into a angry grin. I know who did this. The blade is so fimillar. " we'll aren't we sad to night blue hawk" . I knew who this was. It was the county deputy. But he wasent in his usuall uniform
He wore a black ski mask and all dark clothing. But I could tell it was him. This isn't the first time we met. Once other. Because after all he is my uncle. Yes my uncle. My cousins uncle but if you use technically speaking yes he is my uncle. " deputy lann. " I said as I still stared at the dagger linger into the officers hart. " I knew you did this." I could tell it was his dagger. He did have a dark side because after all I knew why he killed the officer. It was the guy his wife was havering an afair with. That's a good reason to kill. But to kill someone that had a family? " come on hawk you think your better then the avengerS? I'd like to see you kill me. I know you can't your nothing but a little useless girl." Now I was highly ticked off. I mad a face and grabbed my sword quickly cutting his cheek. To revele flesh and blood. He winched in pain and held his cheek while he stumbled back. " ha ya lucky shot my turn." H charge back with a pocket nife cutting my arm. I let out a small scream that came out in a word. A word. " go" I said. " go? Are you letting me ill you.? " he shot back in a question. " no I said " I stood back hands on m knees watching the blood come from the cut on my arm. He dropped the nife and trapped my throat chocking me and pinning me to a wall. He almost killed me. Letting me go when I was blue. I crawled to the dead officer. As he yelled. " what now huh?" I knew he was drunk. But not drunk enough to kill agin. I grabbed the nife and cut my legg trying to aim for my hart. I tripped him as I lay on the ground flung ,y legg around and as he fll he turned around. I grabbed the nife from the dead mans hart and plunged it into deputy lanns hart. And as he chocked out blood he said one last word " forgive" I did not know what that meant. But I knew I killed him. I winced at pain and watched as blood from my legg and arm became part off the rain just like when the officer was murderd. " hawk"? Mr. Cunning asked. I snapped out of my memory and watched him wave his hand in front of my face. " I killed the deputy" I shot back. " yes" he said " I know why you did it I know who he killed you won't be in prison and you are free to go I just wanted to let you know that great power---- " I cut him off " ya ya I know comes with great responsibility. " he was quoteing those superhero movies. Classic old man I gusse. " right" he said as he stood up and unlocked the chins that attached my arms to the table. And let me go. But as I scooted the chir back with put saying a word. The whole blind shook and a blast broke the wall of the room we were in and crumbled it to peceis. I turned around grabbing my sword and as the walls and degree settled down. Me with blood on my face saw what it was or who it was. The hulk.
Oh are serious I thought. I just got a warning for killing a deputy after he killed his wife's lover and this green monster just probaly crushed mr. Cunning and won't because after all he's an avenger. More like a glorified green ape. I fligned my sword opend listening to the sword cut and scrape the air. I knew why he's here. I got a letter a few weeks ago from stony stark. He wanted to up hold a bond to his company for all of the worlds heros. Well I know why he did this . Because he dosent care about the worlds safety. No he just cares about mony fame fortune and love. Moron I thought as I chuckled to my self.i gusse they ment it was serious. Ya send the hulk because I'm so scared. I ran at the green dinosaur and slit his arm. He let out a roar. O yes I was clearly shoeing. Ha. Ok enough of fooling around. I charged at him with my sword trying to plunge it into his hart bit instead I got his legg. He fell back wards with in the rubble of the crumbled wall he appeared out of. Ha see. I won. " is all ya got" I yelled? Throwing my arms into the air as if they are all around me watching me too. All of a sudden I felta pain in my back. The last thing I rememberd was watching the hulk bleed and trying to kill him eagerly. But then.
Evreything just blacked out.
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