RIGAMORTIS ✷ Nick Fury

00.

✷ doomstadt,
latveria

"I will make you whole again." Cold, metallic fingers gripped her jaw, holding it in place as Jude Mehta could only struggle as she often did.

     There was always a puppeteer, a master behind the curtain. But, she had bitten the hand that fed her and paid dearly for it.

Now someone new held her leash.

Strings of dark hair hung in her face as she struggled, shielding deep, blistering eyes. They held all her rage but were also the extent of it.

     She was cast onto the cold stone floor, that same, unforgiving hand seizing her by the throat. The metal was like ice on her skin, squeezing...like it was trying to get at something more, something that couldn't be touched.

"I-I'm not broken," she choked, fingers clawing against the man who held her.

Or, maybe he was a monster.

Because when the moonlight caught him, he hardly seemed human. Features hidden behind a mask, emerald cloak on his shoulders. Every bit of him was covered in armor, locked away...all but an inch of skin around the eyes.

They were furious like hers.

The laugh that followed rattled her chest like a drum beat. "...All those who have been cast aside have said the same. Do not worry, I know what it is to be doomed."

[an] very short prologue.
i'm probably going to opt
for 750-1k length chapters on
this fic, but don't quote me

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