Power Within Her

Shadows Are Crawling

I am currently in France and walking down the street in front of the Eiffel Tower. The man I am watching, Pierre DeBois, stops and turns around to look over his shoulder; he is carrying a briefcase with weapons that could level a small town if used a certain way.

I walk close to him, and then I walk into a nearby shop,

"Bonjour!" A little French lady says to me from behind the counter while smiling sweetly.

A grin makes its way onto my lips, and I reply, "Bonjour, ca va?"

"Ca va Bien, etui?"

"Bien, merci." Pierre walks into the store and stands in the corner of the room; the lady tries to ask him if he needs any help or wants anything, Pierre ignores her, and she shakes her head and turns to me and whispers how rude he is to me in French. I chuckle while nodding and continue looking at the things she has on the counter.

I know a big, burly man as Mateo Lopez walks in and walks up to the man; they shake hands, look over at the lady and me; nodd, andd walk out of the store. The lady and I look "confused" at each other, and I shrug and buy a little souvenir and ring. I tell her a thank you and walk out of the store; I pretend to be looking through my bag when the two men look over at me. Pierre hands the briefcase to Mateo, and Mateo pulls out a duffle bag and shows a large sum of money inside it.

They make the exchange, and I run over and tackle Mateo and Pierre at the same time, they both pull out a gun, and I pull out my dagger from the waistband of my pants. Mateo fires at me, and I move my head out of the way at the last second, the bullet sliding across my cheekbone; I feel the bullet tear through the skin, and blood begins to pour out. I run at Mateo and kick him into the wall with my left leg; as I fight Mateo, I see Pierre trying to gather the bag of money and the weapons. I throw a dagger that pierces the middle of his hand; he falls to the ground holding his hand in agony.

Mateo gets up from where he fell and charges at me; he tackles me to the ground, and we slide across the field, the gravel cutting into my back and legs. I bring my legs up and wrap them around Mateo's neck, extend them out, and as I bring them back at a rapid pace, my elbow makes contact with Mateo's head. After the fifth hit, he slumps down and loses his conscience; I push him aside and run over Pierre, who is still writhing in pain. As I go to lift him, he stabs my thigh and drags it upward, I let out a short scream of pain, and I pull out the knife that is stuck right about everything, my hip bone out. I toss it to the side, and I walk toward him,

"My turn!" I say in a very dark, sinister tone. I see him shiver in fear and start to scramble away from me.

"Wait! They are looking for you! THE SHADOW! they want their Shadow back." He says, and I stumble in my stride,

"Them? Who is THEM?" I interrogate while standing over him.

"HYDRA!" My blood runs cold, and my body stiffens. My blood continues to run down my leg from where I got stabbed, but I ignore it.
Why is HYDRA looking for me?

"How do you know this? What do they want with me?"

"Word gets around. They want their star killer back; after all, you can never break. You are a diamond. Trying to play a hero. Please, everyone knows you are a killer, and that is all you will ever be."

"You're right. I am a killer. I was raised to be a killer. I kill anyone who could ever be CONSIDERED a threat to me or to what I deem mine. Unfortunately for you, you fall into that category." A sinister smile crosses my face, and I see Pierre's face turn as pale as a sheet. I lunge forward, a knife in my hand, slicing his neck, and his blood sprays me in the face. He falls dead at my feet, and his blood starts to pool around his body.