Avenge me

-Chapter 1-

Irina's pov:

I usually don't feel alone. I have always had someone by my side. These past few days have been the most lonesome I have ever experienced. I mean they just left me here. What am I supposed to do now? I should have never said yes to that fucking offer. That was the biggest mistake ever. I wish I could just go back to the apartment with Nat, and never EVER leave. 

A few months earlier... 

"Hey Nat?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you come help me with this question?"

"No Ivory, I am in the middle of something. Is it important?"

Ugh Ivory seriously. She's called me Ivory for a while now. When I was little I used to carry around this little piece of ivory that our mother gave me, when she and my father came back from a trip to Ghana, I had it in a necklace. I never took it off, until the day they were murdered. Ever since our parents died, Nat has been a bit weird. First of all she disappeared for about 4 years. I was 5 at the time. Then out of the blue she was on the doorstep of our aunt's asking for me. Tbh I was so happy to see her, but the anger I felt when I saw her can't be described. It has taken me years to get over. Now that I know where she has been I guess I get why she wasn't here. 

What she told me was that she has been trying to find out who killed our parents. They were killed on their way home from a business trip with their company. She was trying to get revenge. She tells me that she didn't find them, but I can tell that she is lying to me. I can see it in her eyes. She told me that she has been kept in a hostility where they train assassins and agents, but mostly assassins for the mafia. When she told me this I thought she was lying. I mean seriously, my Nat, my gentle Nat whom would never hurt a soul, in a assassins program. That just sounds like insanity to me. But sure enough, she then showed me her skills, and took the head of a dummy from 30 feet distance in the use of a hand bag. My hand bag btw, which she broke. 

But basically she has never been the same. She is still my caring Nat that looks after me, but I think something might have happened to her. She is more strict and more closed off. I never hear about her work or what she is doing at those odd hours. I was sure for a few months that she was a hooker, but it doesn't seem like it anymore. I am not allowed a phone, computer, tv or any kind of device where I can interact with the internet. 

When I was at my aunt's the rules were totally different. I had a phone, computer and a tv. Now I have nothing. I have no friends and I am not allowed to leave without her. I get that she is trying to protect me but this is just too much. The only other people I interact with are uncle Clint and his family. We aren't related but I still love them as my family. I just wish that she... that she would give me a little freedom and let me be the 18 year old that I am. All I know about is the invasions that has been happening. And tbh I am a bit happy that I don't have to leave. Just the thought of seeing an alien. No thank you. 

Where were we? right!

"Seriously with the Ivory? You know I hate it" And I did. I truly did.

"It is the last thing you got from our mother Irina! At least let me have that"

"Sorry, I'll just wait" That was a typical conversation between me and my sister. We bust heads all the time, and it always seems as if I am doing something wrong every time I try to talk to her. The only times we are not busting heads, is on weekends and before she leaves for work. When she comes home she is just as irritated as our mother was when she came home from their trip's. 

I suddenly feel this extreme pain. "Oh for Christ's sake, not again" I have been getting this excruciating pain for a few months now. Nat took me to doctor Stark who gave me pills. They don't always work but, mostly they take almost all the pain away. Tbh the pain kind of fells deserved. I don't really know how to explain it, but I feel some kind of punishment, like I did something horrible and now I am paying the prize. I have been feeling this guilt for a while now. I really don't understand where it's coming from.

A few hours later...

"Uhh Nat, what is for dinner?" No answer. I walk downstairs and I simply can't believe my eyes. She has left. Again. It is not like she promised me that we would have dinner together, no. How typical. You know what, I think to myself. I am so done with this behavior. She has been lying to me for years. I can see it in her eyes.  In that moment, I realized that I couldn't bare it anymore. I needed my freedom. I quickly forced on my shoes, ripped my coat of the creak, that has been hanging there for years. I sprung out the door, and admired the staircase. The fresh air from the large front door, rushed into my lungs. Swinging, almost falling, down the stairs and I was out. Free at last. I haven't seen the streets in years, but even though it still feels like I never left them. This was my favorite place to be. I adored it. With the garden and the small and insignificant playground, where all the kids used to run around and bring joy to everybody around them. 

"I've missed this" I say to myself. Suddenly in the corner off my eye, I spot a boy. He looks a bit older than me. Maybe in his twenties. He is facing towards the gate to the garden. It almost looks like he is admiring it. 

"Excuse me?" He turns around. Looks quit startled at my approach. It has been years since I've talked to anybody around my age.  

"Well hello" His deep and drenching voice spoke, and it was almost like a little butterfly went mad in my stomach. 

"I am Irina" I say with a big smile on my face. But when I look at him, I see no smile. I see... I see... Tbh I don't know what I see. He almost looks careless, and dead.

"Good for you" He says with no emotion, and walks off. I have never had anyone speak to me that way, and it infuriated me. Who does he think he is. 

"Jerk" I say underneath my breath. 

I carry on to the main road. The things I remember are slim, but I do remember the place where they made the most amazing vanilla pound. Never in my life have I tasted a better dessert. I haven't had it in so long, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to go pay a visit. As I walk in my eyes shut open. It is so different from how I remember it. It is not as friendly as it used to be. I walk up to the cashier. 

"Good evening sir, may I speak with miss Posey?" He looks down at me, and laughs.

"I think you might be lost little girl. There is no miss Posey here. She died years ago" My heart. What did he mean she died. No that can't be. She was such an energetic person. I mean yeah she was a bit old, but she never seemed to have it as trouble.

"Are you sure?" I ask with a concern on my face. 

"Look kid, she died. There is nothing more to say" I storm out. This was not what I had imagined. Tears run down my face. She was such a kind person, with the biggest heart. I rush back home and hurry up the stairs. Tears still covering my devastated face. I was just about to turn the key when my stomach kind of wrenched. Suddenly I was overflown with this uneasy feeling that something was wrong. I take out the key slowly and pull on the handle. The door is open. Did I forget to lock it? No, I remember turning the key before leaving. I slowly open the door and walk in. It is quiet for about two seconds. They the lights turn on, and a black figure appears. That is the only thing I see before the figures knocks me out.