FalconX: The Wretched (Book One)

Chapter 17 (final chapter)

I awoke with a sense of danger.

            I was in a dark, square room, and light was emanating from the door on the right side of the room. My shoulder hurt where I got shot, and it hurt so much that I didn’t want to move it in fear of making it worse. The tips of my fingers brushed against the wounded area, but instead of feeling the hole there I felt cloth.

            This was strange. I was supposed to be dead, because I couldn’t have survived that without the help of people; god knows Silver couldn’t have saved me. But, what about the other mutants? Surely one of them could have healing powers, or I wouldn’t have survived.

            I took the blankets off of my body and sat up; my back ached like everywhere in my body, but it hurt especially badly. My bare feet touched the soft carpet on the ground and I began to walk towards the light escaping the door, I began to feel up the door until I found the cold door knob. It twisted open from my hand and light flooded my eyes.

            This room was at the end of a long and familiar hallway, and pictures were on the pale purple walls. I stopped and stared at the pictures; a man with light brown hair was holding a baby, he had light blue eyes that looked just like mine, and he was quite short for his gender. Then, I saw him and a little girl with long brunette hair and light blue eyes: it was me.

            Oh hell no, Silver did not bring me to my dad’s house. I was going to kill him, like seriously kill him.

            I walked down the wooden stairs into the living room, and I saw everyone sitting in our black furniture; I mean everyone: Silver, Dad, Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Wanda Maximoff, Magneto, and Logan. Once I had made it down the stairs Logan jumped up from his seat on the couch and hugged me tightly, my head was in his chest, and I could hear his heart beating loudly.

            “Don’t you EVER scare me like that ever again,” He said nearly to the brink of tears, and he kept hugging me tightly. Logan let me go and then my dad came up to me, disappointment was in his eyes, but he hugged me anyway.

            “We thought you weren’t going to make it,” Dad huffed, and I wrapped my arms around his torso. He let go of me, and everyone started to get up and talk to me. Magneto shook my hand and thanked me for saving his son, and Wanda thanked me as well.

            I guess that a lot of people are happy that I finally saved some one’s life instead of ending it, and it kind of feels good; but, it never holds a candle than the rush of taking someone’s life away from them—I could never forget that, EVER.

            Logan helped me over to the couch, because my legs were very weak. Once I reached the black, leather couch I plopped down in between Natasha and Silver, and Silver immediately wrapped his arms around my shoulders and rested his head on my unharmed  shoulder. Dad stared at us like he didn’t know what was going on, so I guess that Silver never told him about us—oops.

            “Um,” Dad asked, “who is this?” Oh crap, and then I was sure that he didn’t know.

            Silver released me from his hug and he looked at my dad with a dumb-struck look on his face; he asked me in a dumb-struck way, “You mean that you didn’t tell him?”

            “No,” I said shyly, “and this is, um, my boyfriend—Pietro Maximoff.”

            Dad looked at me like I had just kicked a puppy, and then he asked me in a sort of angry way, “So, how long have you had him?”

            “About six months,” I said shyly, because I knew that I was going to get it.

            Dad rolled his eyes, and asked Silver, “Pietro, can you come with me to the kitchen for a moment?”

            “Call me Silver, sir,” Silver said shyly and he got up and walked with Dad to the kitchen, the room was silent to hear what they were talking about.

            After what seemed like ten minutes in silence I heard Dad ask Silver, “So, you truly love her?”

            “With all my heart,” Silver said. I awed at that sentence.

            They came out of the kitchen, and Silver was smiling from ear to ear. He sat down next to me on the couch, and while everyone was chatting with each other I looked at Silver and asked bleakly, “Would you like to go outside?”

            “Sure,” He said while standing up and he helped me lift off of the black couch.

We barely walked three feet towards the front door when Dad asked us, “Where are you going?”

I huffed and looked back at him, “Just going to sit on the porch.” And we continued to walk to the front door. Silver opened the door, and the sun was brightly shining down upon us. By the windows was a wicker couch, so we decided to sit down on it.

Silver put his arm around me, and I just stared at the cars that were passing by on the road. “How many people did I kill? You know, when the place exploded,” I asked solemnly.

“Every single person that was in there, which was nearly three-hundred people, but they all deserved it,” Silver responded. Then he pecked me on the cheek.

A large, black, bullet proof van rolled up to the front of our house, and on the door of it was the S.H.E.I.L.D. logo—great, this had to be good. Stepping out of it was agent Phil Coulson of S.H.E.I.L.D.

“Get the hell away Coulson, I’m in no mood to see you,” I growled at him, but he didn’t stop, so he walked up to me and looked down at me.

“Now, I understand you—Mara—are a serial killer that has had a rough past,” Phil said while looking at me, and then he looked at Silver and said, “and you two are a wonderful team that would be lovely to have working at S.H.E.I.L.D., so would you like to work for us?”

I glared at him, but Silver jumped the gun and said, “Sure.”

Phil turned to me and asked, “So Miss Barton, would you like to follow in your father’s footsteps?”

I thought long and hard about this decision, but this would give me an opportunity to get away from the Xavier Institute and to find out where the hell Abi went. “Yes,” I replied.