Memories of Home

𝚡𝚟. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎

In the absence of light, there is the absence of recognition. You can't see the path in front of you, or behind you.

You start to wonder if there was anything that ever existed beyond just what you are in that moment.

When you stop wondering, you accept that you are nothing but the absence of light. The absence of light is nothing but darkness.

In that darkness, what she felt was vengeance. In this moment, she had no history of growing up in a broken home, no feelings of loneliness... no memories of a friend always there to pull her through, or the boy who flew with her in the stars, and one that danced with her in the same darkness...she was no one's friend, no one's anything.

Nothing ...but a monster full of bloodlust.

Whatever coursed in her blood, it tightened her muscles, as they flexed and unflexed with new power. Even her heart beat differently, her neurons fired with new intention.

She knew she had one purpose, and that was to become a weapon.

MJ was gone.

It was the Black Dahlia who opened up her new eyes to the faces in the room.

She heard the way they held their breaths, the pulses of hearts racing.

One heart in particular raced harder than the rest, and it happened to be the person who she was currently being held by.

She tilted her head at him curiously, glaring at him as she shifted out of his arms.

"MJ..." He cautioned.

She glared deeper at the attachment of his tone. She belonged to no one.

"Let go." She demanded with her new voice.

She heard his blood pumping full of adrelenaline as it rushed to his head with emotion- fear, anger...it was all the same. None of those emotions affected her, she was stronger than that now.

Her head whipped to the booming laughing voice in the back of the room, a satisfied sneer stretching across the large man's face as he took in the girl who's eyes now glowed an almost sinister purple.

"Come to me now, girl."

At his command, something in her body twitched, before she could control herself she stepped towards him.

Peter moved towards her as Harry cursed.

As Peter's hands reached towards her, she moved super humanly fast out of his grasp, and kept walking towards Fisk. Slipping through his fingers more and more by the second. Something inside of him was cracking.

Harry's heart hammered in his chest as he watched his friend mindlessly walking towards his supposed partner. No one was going to get the better of them. No one was going to their future away again.

"What the fuck is this Fisk. We were supposed to be partners." He snapped.

The man laughed at the boy's unruliness.

"We were - until it was apparent you were getting distracted and it was making you less useful. This girl almost blew our cover! And then the next thing I know you're waltzing into OUR club with her."

The Kingpin scoffed as MJ stood steadily by his side, her stare burning into Harry, analyzing him as well.

"Less useful? You've used all my family's money. You said you would help me now that my father was gone. This had nothing to do with her. What more do you want? Take it from me. You already have."  Harry pleaded desperately.