An Angel in The Dark (Under editing)

A big black room

~Falia P.O.V~

I awoke to a cold surface below me. The room was pitch black, not like darkness black but the walls where literally black. There was a hole in the ceiling letting light in but it was to small for me to squeeze through. I sat in a corner and found a journal. It was cold and damp and just plain scary. Something fell from the hole in the ceiling. Slowly I made my way over to it. It looked like a food container. I opened it and it had a bottle of water and a sandwich that smelled weird. I just drank the water afraid of the food.

I opened the journal finding a pencil inside. Slowly and carefully I made my way into the light and started writing.

'I don't know how I got here or why. All I remember was getting a drink of water last night. Please someone rescue me I can't take much more of this.'

~Journal entry number 3

'Dear reader, it's my second night here so far. I've been sprayed with a very powerful hose. It hurt, a lot. Now I'm cold and wet. I real hope Phil comes to get me. Even Nick or the Avengers would work.'

~Journal entry number 369

'Dear who ever will eventually read this. I was electrocuted and sprayed... again. I can't remember much anymore, I think it has something to do with the food. I don't know anymore. I do remember Phil and Nick and Bruce but that's fading. I don't wanna forget. I need someone to come get me now. '

~Journal entry 1477

Yay me i'm fourteen. So today's daily torture was, drum roll, Sliced, sprayed, and they shot me in the leg. That's new. Lets see what do I remember? Phil? I don't know but he seemed important. The food here has gotten worse too. Anyways see you again tomorrow.

~Journal entry 4487

I'm surprised I haven't run out of paper, well I mean it's a really thick journal and all and I put more than one entry on a page but still! 12 years in one journal! SO today I wasn't tortured but I did hear some gun shots. Maybe someone will rescue me! Oh and the food has stopped coming and I can't remember a thing about my past life. I look back at the other entries and see the names but can't remember them.

~Journal entry 5111

So no food every two days now. No more torture. Some one get me out I'm scared.

I cried in the corner as more gunshots rang out. Today I was burned, sprayed and whipped. The big door opened, the one people came through. A man with brown hair, and a suit came in. I pushed myself deeper into the corner even though that wouldn't help. I kept my face down as he came over. "Falia?" He asked lowering himself to my level and putting away the gun. "H-How do you know my name?!" I cried. No one ever said my name around here. "Who are you?" I cried again. He looked saddened and disappointed. "It's me, Phil." He said. I remember writing about him but nothing else. "Falia we're here to rescue you come on." Phil grabbed my arm carefully. I shook my head. They've done this before, tricked me into thinking it's safe. "Come on." He said again worriedly. Again I refused, tears streaming down my face. "Your only gonna hurt me again. "What did they do to you Falia?" He asked.

"I found Falia but she's been compromised. Launch protocol 5078 ALPHA." He said even more worried than before. Why was he so scared and worried. I didn't know him did I? I pulled my legs to my chest thinking. "We've found another prisoner." I heard through the com link. Phil grabbed a different gun that had a blue line on it. "I'm sorry Falia." He said looking away and shooting. I tried to shield myself but I blacked out.