When you Awoke{Romanogers}

Ch 122

A/N: I think it's fairly obvious I like Caravan Palace now.... sometimes I like to listen to music when I write, and I forget to remove the video :3 but this has a nice beat and I like it.
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The keys rattled and the voices looked up, red eyes faintly glowing at their captor.
"I don't know if you're in there, but you have a job to do," Mordo's voice rang into Natasha's conscious, and she couldn't tell if he was talking to her or them.
"And what is the job you want to make us do?" The voices responded, slime and hatred dripped off every syllable.
Mordo smiled, and gripped the chain that tethered her body to the floor, and safely unlocking the chains, led the voices outside. Natasha had a sneaking suspicion of what was about to happen, but as Mordo waved his hand, and a shattered looking glass portal opened, she lost her train of thought.
"The remaining Zealots and Sorcerers like to stay in the Glass Dimension, where they meddle in their own business. I need to know that business. I need to know where Strange is, since, in your current state, you won't tell me." His eyes wandered over to where a group of young looking people were walking around the dimension, despite the buildings shaking and moving around. "Attack me, and you die."
Natasha felt the voices nod her head, and the chain dropped, sending a monster at these poor people. She jumped and opened her wings, holding out her claws and smashing the nearest sorcerer. Whipping around, she slashed the throat of the second one, a girl with striking blue eyes and blond hair. She had stared at Natasha with fear in her eyes as they died out. Natasha forced her head to look away as the first sorcerer, the one she smashed, sent a blazing ball of fire at her. The voices made her body sidestep out of the way. The boy kept throwing more and more, until the voices launched her body around the last fireball he sent out, twisting her snake-like body to avoid the heat licking at her wings. When she landed, Natasha let out a primal growl. The hatred in the boy's eyes turned to fear, like the girls before death came to their doorstep.
The voices launched her at him, having those deadly claws of hers latch herself onto him and smash him once more into the hazing building below them. When it gave way, the voices let go of the boy, letting the bloody and bruised body drop to the bottom of the dimension, which ended with a sickening crack of bones snapping. She felt the voices taking the magic, sucking it in with its grabby claws. And...she liked the power. She didn't want to, but she too wanted to feel strong. This new body of hers was powerful, but Natasha knew it was temporary, unless Stephan never found her. She was so lost in her conscious that she didn't realize the voices were still moving her body, if snaking towards the third sorcerer, another boy, who was mourning over the death of the girl. He looked the strongest out of all of them, and the voices wanted a challenge. Standing up slowly, even though he had an angry demon charging at them, he summoned a energy whip. Drool and blood hung from her mouth as the voices thought themselves they had an easy prey. Suddenly, the boy lashed the whip out, grabbing Natasha by the ankles and flipping  her up into the air. Opening her wings, the voices flapped hard, taking the boy up into the air. The boy was not faltering as he summoned another one and shot it at the apartment nearby, grabbing the railing of the building, and shook the whip that was grabbing her ankles and pulled her down. Natasha's wings where careening for balance, but they were vaulting her fast towards the rails. As her body landed on the rails heavily, and the whip burned her ankles, she told the voices to lay down and wait for him to grow confident. And for once, they listened and let her control. So she stayed still, and a couple of heartbeats later, the boy landed and unsummoned both whips in favor of a knife he had in the belt of his clothes. When he got close to her face is when Natasha sprang up and wrapped those legs of hers around the neck of the unsuspecting boy and did the unimaginable to her.
She snapped his neck.
Natasha didn't know the power her new body had, and as she stood up and looked around at the dimension, then held up her claws to her face, blood dripping from them. Then, a chain was thrown around her neck and she was pulled pack, the strength she had felt being sucked up by Mordo, as he often did. She couldn't run away, no matter how hard she tired. She roared as the voices forced her back down into her own conscious, then she went deathly silent. Mordo said nothing as he opened the portal back and shoved her back into the cage after he had her bound and tethered. The voices growled, too, for they as well didn't like it.
Natasha had cried in her conscious that night, rendering the rush and the thrill of the hunt. She didn't want to feel like that no more. It hurt every fiber of her being.
~X~
She was only 12 when she made her first kill, and back then she liked the power held in her hands as they easily pulled the trigger.
Russia, in the Red Room, only a couple years before graduation. They sent her out on her first convert ops in the south to deal with some suspicious behavior from one of her friends, who had fled the Red Room.
By the time the trail had gone stale, the house her friend was staying at was found. Natasha snuck into the building that day, with a couple of matches in her pocket and a gun in her hand.
She was told the room her friend was staying in long ago, 2b31, and she came in through the window and pointed the gun to her friends head. She didn't even open her eyes as she pulled the trigger and smiled as the blood was sprayed across her, the ground, and stained the walls. Taking out one match, she lit it up, then threw it to the ground and dumped the rest on the ground. From there she retraced her steps and silently made her way out the building before it entirely was eaten by the fire.
~X~
She remembered it clearly, that was the first time she wanted power, and she craved it since then. Now it was a burning hunger she kept sequestering so pointless kills could stop happening. But with Mordo and the voices, she couldn't help the thought of just letting go.
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A/N: well this was fun to write

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