Nightmare [ Avengers Fanfic ]

| Prologue |

I stared into the almost never ending sight of darkness. This is all I’ve ever seen. Light hasn’t touch my eyes in what feels like ages but only appears to be years. I sighed, closing my eyes to see no difference in my vision, only more darkness. It fell silent. I felt at peace. As if nothing can ever go wrong. As if nothing had ever gone wrong.

But my feelings didn't change the past. I was still a monster. A cruel, untamed beast waiting to kill its next innocent victim. Waiting to feed off of the intoxicating fear radiating from their very soul.

Why did I have to be born with such a horrible burden to carry? Why me?

Sometimes I feel like I’m a wretched demon, accidentally released from the pit of hell to wreak havoc on innocent lives. Why does my strength know no good? I have destroyed countless lives. Ones of no importance to me and ones that meant the world to me. I was the killer of my own family.

No, I didn't mean to kill them. Caught up in the moment, my emotions went wild. Then, the next thing I knew, my house was destroyed with them laying in the middle of it. . .dead.

I let my emotions get the best of me and my power took over. And now I pay the price for taking the lives of those I held dearly to me. But I know that that price can never be high enough for the amount of pain I caused. I deserve this.

Why am I like this? Why can't I be normal? Then again, my race knows nothing of normal.

After the incident with my family, I was taken by force to a laboratory for testing. No one knew what I was or where I could've possibly came from. I was the first to be found of my find. I felt no reason to live after what I had done. But they kept me in a cell under surveillance. That night I had a nightmare about me killing my family again. The horrible memory of blazing fire cascading around me flooded into the cloud of my dream.

And then. .

I woke up from it, only to find that my whole body was engulfed in flames along with my whole room which lead to the whole building. I killed everyone in that building that night.

I was later moved to a different location, once again to be tested on. I remained there and continued to be a lab experiment. But I had no problem with being locked up in a containment center. I had no meaning in life. All I did was destroy and kill. There was no reason for me to live. Why would there be…

. . .I’m a monster. . .