Thievery, Murder and Mischeif (Avengers Fan Fiction)

I Start at the End

I suppose it was only natural - ironic, even - that my story should start with death. My death, to be precise. "When you die, nothing but death follows," was my old friend's saying, though he never realized how true those words would become for me. I don't even remember his name anymore. I don't suppose he forgot me though. People remember the name of a dead girl.

I was seventeen, I think, though I lost count. I was living in Bristol, a city in England near the coast. It was often described as a beautiful city though I never saw it's beauty. To me it was home, safe home. Now I can saw the filth writhing beneath the flowers.

My last moments were spent in the harsh white light of a hospital ward and complete silence. My vision had blurred and it all looked black to me. I had been very ill for so long by that point I'd preyed to every god that I knew of to give me death. Even Hades.

But death never came, and I waited for what felt like months for it to come.

When it came, it was over before it even began.