•{Condemned}•
/kənˈdɛmd/
/Adjective/
Sentenced to a particular punishment.
She has a home. She has a family. But what happens when a ghost from her past returns? Will she throw it all away for him? Can she find it in her to forgive him?
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{30} •The Titan•
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HYDRA HAD taught her to never underestimate an opponent. But she had been out of Hydra a long time. Maybe that is why she sends a quick stream of blue at the creature above Wanda, almost turning away from her passively.
Or maybe the teen is just tired.
Either way, it is a mistake. And as soon as the creature flicks its wrist toward her, she realises this.
Having deflected her own dart of blue, it grazes her shoulder and she cries out, growling a curse as she sized it up. The creature edges away from Wanda, its head tilting patronisingly. "I sense its presence," it mumbles in fascination. The teen's expression contorts in disgust as it takes another step forward. "You know not of the power you hold."
El blinks, unconsciously allowing the energy to weaken at her fingertips. She swallows. "And you do?"
The corner of its mouth twitches upwards in what El assumed to be an attempt at a smirk. "It is miraculous that you have survived as its host."
Host?
"Its presence should have killed a human, especially a child."
"I'm not a child," El interrupts, cursing the curiosity that bubbles within her.
"You are gifted with unimaginable power, a foreign power," it rambles.
"I consider it more of a curse," El responds evenly.
"Join us. You have yet to understand his visions, once you do, you will see your fight is wrong. This one," it waves a hand in Wanda's direction. "Is more powerful than any of us can imagine but she has allowed love to decide her fate. Do not be so foolish."
"Jesus Christ. Put a sock in it." She brings both hands up but she isn't fast enough.
Two tree roots emerge from the ground, her eyes spotting one before it can clutch her arm. She twists around, sending a quick shard to slice it in half. She turns again but the next root is already wrapped around her arm. She grits her teeth, launching her body weight forward but its grip doesn't falter.
A grip latches around her other arm and then her neck. She gasps dryly, her muscles straining to be freed to no avail. She clenches her jaw, her vision becoming spotted with black.
"It's a waste," it murmurs. "You will die alone, as will she."
El manages to glance to Wanda who is slowly awakening from her unconscious state.
"They're not alone," Natasha smirks, standing beside Okoye.
Both women attack the creature, causing the roots to loosen enough for El to tug her right arm from its grasp. She slashed a shard of blue across the others, falling to her knees, blindly coughing and gasping for air. She can't clear her vision to see what killed her, just feels the blood spatter on her face.
