Playing With Fire

Chapter Two

Enya opened her eyes to bright white lights shining from above her. It took a few seconds to adjust to the brightness before she was able to open her eyes fully. Slowly, she sat up, her head slightly dizzy. The room around her was unusual, Enya did not recognise a single thing. There wasn't exactly anything to recognise anyways - there was only a singular bed in the corner of the room that Enya had now sat sat on the edge of. 

All of a sudden, the memories came flooding back. The fire, the explosion, her parents. I was enough to make anyone break down, especially a young girl. However, Enya tried her best to compose herself. She was in an unfamiliar room and she needed to be prepared for anything. The only thing that she let out was a small tremor all throughout her body.

Her gaze raised towards the door as she heard it open and a man walked in. He was tall and wore a long, dark coat. He also had an eyepatch across one of his eyes. Enya thought that was peculiar. 

The door closed behind him as he stood across the room from where Enya was sat. Anxiety flushed over her. What was she meant to do? She didn't know where she was, she didn't know who was stood across the room from her.

"Enya Bren Miller," he started. "You are quite a peculiar person."

"Thank you?" Enya replied suspiciously. "Where am I? And who are you?"

"You are in New York City, at the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. And I am Directory Fury."

"New York? What? No! I can't be! I was at my parents house and then- and then..."

"Your accident. Unfortunately, your parents did not make it. I'm sorry."

This news broke Enya. It was not what she had wanted to hear. She knew that she had gone out of control, without any idea of what had happened. Her parents were gone, dead. Enya loved them dearly, even if they were a bit weird. 

"W-why am I here?"

"Your little spectacle caught our eye so we decided to investigate. What we found was a young girl, crushed under rubble, and somehow still very alive. And also the cause of the blaze."

"I have no idea what happened..." Enya said quietly. 

"Well we will get into that later. First, we need to make sure that you are not a threat."

"A threat? I'm not a threat."

"You did set a house on fire, killing two civilians."

"I did not mean for that to happen!" she raised her voice as she quickly stood up, standing up to the man across from her who did not seem startled at all at her sudden outburst. As her fists clenched at her sides, small balls of amber flames curled around them. Fury gazed at this, almost surprised at this seemingly magical event, but not showing any change of emotion on his face.

Once Enya realised what she was doing, she unclenched her fists and stared down at her palms in shock.

"What is happening to me?" She asked, a shake in her voice. She sat back down on the edge of the bed, resting her head in her hands and allowing her hair to fall in front of her. This was when she noticed something that she should have before. Her hair was a different colour. It had always been a deep chestnut colour, but now it was red and orange - the fame colour as the flames that erupted from her.

"We are going to run some tests and hope to figure this out. Then, you will have to train to learn to control yourself and your abilities, and once you have, we will see what we will do. Understand?"

Enya did not say anything, she just nodded. 

"You have nothing to worry about, we will move you out of this containment room and I will assign you to one of my most trusted agents who will help to guide and train you and also understand how to control your abilities in a safe environment. I will send an agent down soon to escort you to your new room and you will start training promptly tomorrow."

"Alright, thank you."

Fury gave a quick nod before he turned around and left the room. Enya leant back against the wall, still taking in everything that had happened. She sighed to herself, taking the minuets she had left alone in the empty room to prepare herself for her new life. One that was surely going to be a crazy one.

It was not long before an agent came to take Enya to her new room. She finally had a decent room that wasn't made to hold her captive. Sitting down on the bed, she started to run all of the previous events in her head, desperately wanting to figure out what has been happening. Her thoughts became very strong and she just couldn't take it any more. Finally, she broke down, silently crying as not to draw attention to her room. Everything had been so overwhelming, she had no idea what to do - or how her life will change. All she did know, was that it was never going to be the same.