Needle of Poison

Spirit Expedition

HEBRA POV

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My mind floats backwards in time when I had my sister Hollyn, my foster family, and my emotions. At this time, my choice had suspended my physical state, and I animated Hollyn and my old self. I was in an alternate universe, where time moved more slowly. I still remember me reciting my poem to Hollyn: " My Primary Journey, I've come to the end of my journey now, We'll end the year with a bow, But I want to thank all of my teachers, You've helped me learn all the English and Maths features, All my friends have helped me loads, Helping me crack the codes. Years 1, 2, and 3,4 have all been so fun, I Skipped five and leapt towards the sun, and I've enjoyed this whole experience. I've never been talked to so serious. Music and English I have loved. Felicity Fliplflops is so beloved. Is there any better place to grow? I think my answer is a firm NO! I love my school-sweet-school, I'll leave primary feeling cool, Make sure all my friends do too, and Secondary Life we'll pursue. Whenever I let my writing ideas flow, I feel calm and buried under snow. My friends have increased my creativity; My brain is humming with activity," 

"Hebra!" My little sister's soft, tinkling voice sounded feeble and weak, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see her gruesome, lifeless body on the floor. But then, I heard the slap on her head, and I knew my time of emotions was over. I knew it would be impossible to save Hollyn, only avenging her. So instead of straight-up killing the murderer, I froze him with a spell and kicked him into a dark hole of repeated death. I wasn't in my old environment. Instead, I was in a rushing loop of parts happiness and pain in the growth of plants I had dreamt up. 

I made each death more painful than the last. Finally, I left it to keep going after fashioning it well enough. It was time to use my telepathy to have some fun. I checked Wanda Maximoff's mind first. I could feel her overwhelming despair as she cried during Hollyn's funeral. Hollyn also died in the present because I reanimated her, but nothing could beat death. While I could quickly resurrect her again, I decided not to live through the pain again. In her head, I saw the Redhead cuddling Captain America. I immediately withdrew myself. I knew what I wanted to do.

I run through the garden, the plants turning to ash as I run further through the green, trying to find the exit. I finally see a dark, ominous hole and the second I step into the hole, my appearance immediately changes. I look exactly like the Redhead, and her memories directly flow into my mind. The Redhead would have only a portion of her memories, look exactly like me, and be trapped in my garden growth until she found the exit. I was in a house, and Steve, my husband, walked down the stairs with a sorrowful expression.

My objective was not to steal his love. I couldn't live a happy life if Hollyn died, but I could ruin everyone else's. If the Redhead ever escaped, Steve would hate her. 

"Steve, I was thinking about filing for divorce because, to be honest, I hate you. You're a horrible person. But, I believe I deserve better than a guy that's only known for being fit," Steve's expression turned into a mix of anger, despair and, well, mostly anger. 

"Whatever you want, stay happy. I'll file it," His voice cracked with sadness, and he looked away. It had worked perfectly. His innocent and clueless ass didn't suspect a thing, and I would add insult to injury.

"I expect you to file and handle it, be a gentleman. No wonder Peggy had children with someone else instead of you. This house is mine, by the way, and you can't rebel against my command. You won't have the willpower to," A tear falls onto the carpet, and he walks out the door. I laugh, revelling in the ability not to feel pain. I was pretty much immune to it. 

I opened the portal again. I stepped inside, permitting the Redhead to live in her ruined world. The Redhead steps out, normal again, and when I step inside, I look around, and I'm five years old again, and I see Hollyn, just born, and as I look at her innocent face, I decide that I'll save her, and she'll change the world forever.

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(A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER)

I'm at the scene, which will be the future murder place of, Hollyn, but today I was going to change that. But there would still be one murder that would occur. This is for Hollyn. 

I stepped forward, waiting for the knife to pierce my chest, not realising I couldn't feel anything. Instead, the murderer looked at me in shock as he collapsed with the knife in his chest. I smirked. See, I knew that no one couldn't kill me like that because my body had a rebounding feature—the perk of being the only successful experiment by a lab-rat-creating group of scientists.

I ran away then, catching up to Hollyn and steering her away from the alley. I walked her to Turqiouse meadow through another shortcut for her 14th birthday. We saw the ballons set up, and I knew my happiness would be soaring more than ever. Our friends from the orphanage were smiling, and a giant cake stood in the middle of a table with snacks. 

"HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, HOLLYN!" Everyone, including me, was screaming and destroying my little sister's ears. Everyone ate and played games, and I didn't give a shit about anything, except that loads of things might have changed, but I don't, and I fell asleep happy. I wonder how Redhead is doing now that I ruined her life, but she deserves better than that ass.

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I won't be updating so often, as I have my exams. I'll try to update once a week, but I need to study, revise and do my exams. I want to be clear that this is a timeless story. This story can be set anytime, but before endgame, when Tony died :(.