"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars"- Kahlil Gibran
Emma's P.O.V.
Everyday is the same. I'm taken from my dank, dirty, small cell and placed into an average sized room; But this room is anything but average. Hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room are two chains with shackles at the end. There are shackles on the floor as well. In the corner of the room is a table full of torture tools such as; Crowbars, Matches, whips, knifes, drugs, hammers, all sorts.
I'm left to hang from the ceiling for hours on end before Elijah actually makes his appearance. Nothing happens until he turns up. When he does show up all he does is sit next to the 'torture table' whilst his lackeys do all the dirty work. From dusk till dawn I'm exposed to excruciating pain and it's all for one thing. Elijah's enjoyment, well that and information on the two worlds.
Elijah had just turned up for today's daily interrogation. My arms are chained above my head and my ankles chained to the ground. I have no strength, not even enough to hold my head up. My head is resting against my arm as Todays interrogator began speaking
"Where's the secret base for the Young hero devison" i looked up at him and replied
"Emma Rogers, Badge number 586-229-380-656" today's interrogator didn't like that so he punched me hard a few times in the stomach. He wrapped his hand around my neck and said
"Want to rethink your answer"
"Emma Rogers, Badge number 586-229-380-656". He tightened his grip on my neck restricting my air intake but i managed to say
"Emma Rogers, Badge number 586-229-380-656"". He let me go and as I was gasping for air he picked up a crowbar from the table.
He spun it around his hand a couple of times before lifting it up. However before he hit me with it Elijah clicked his fingers. His deep voice then rumbled through the room
"Leave us" i watched as Elijah's henchmen put the crowbar back on the table and head for the door. When the large metal door slammed shut behind him.
For at least 10 minutes Elijah did nothing but tap his fingers on the arm of his chair. He let out a large sigh before getting up from the chair and taking off his jacket. As he rolled his sleeves up he said
"We've been doing the same routine for two years now Emma. just let it go"
"No"
"What do you have left to hold onto... Your family gave up looking for you when you first disappeared, your team replaced you as leader with your best friend, your boyfriend didn't find you, they all left you behind" HE casually strolled over to me, lifted my chin and said
"So please tell me what your holding onto?" I took in a deep breath and replied
"If I give into you, i turn me back on everything my parents believed in, I turn my back on what they died for"
He let my chin go and as my head fell forward he let out a small chuckle and said
"I knew you thought they were alive. That's what kept you going all these years, what's kept you fighting an unwinnable war" I mustered up all the strength I had left and spoke
"Winning? Is that what you think it's about?" he threw his hands up and said
"Wll what else could it be about, Emma!"
"I'm not trying to win. I'm not doing this because I want to beat someone, or because I hate someone, or because I want to blame someone... It's not because it's fun. God knows it's not because it's easy. It's not even because it works because it hardly ever does.. I DO WHAT I DO BECAUSE IT'S RIGHT!..." He shook his head as i continued
"... Because it's decent! And above all, it's kind! It's just that.. Just kind. If I give up today, good people will die. Because I'm just one big distraction to you, so if I keep fighting, some of them might live. Maybe not many, maybe not for long" I lifted my head and said
"But hey, you know, maybe there's no point to any of this at all. But it's the best I can do. So I'm going to do it. And I will stand here doing it until it kills me. And you're going to die too! Someday.. And how will that be? Have you thought about it? What would you die for? Who I am is where I stand.. Where I stand is where I fall"
The room fell silent for a moment before Elijah started laughing and sarcastically clapping.
"Bravo little one Bravo!" he stopped clapping and said
"Such an inspirational speech and such a shame i'll be the only one to ever hear it. You see Emma these last 2 years have been leading up to this exact moment, I see it in your eyes. That speech wasn't for me... it was for you. SHIELDs little golden girl, so dedicated to live up to the promise you made your dead parents- keep the world safe" he stood right in front of me and said
"Do you want to hear a secret, Emma" i just stayed quiet.
"Your so called family know who murdered your parents" my head snapped up as i said
"No they would have told me"
"All those classified files that you couldn't get into, they were all about me..."
"No"
"I was under your nose this entire time and you couldn't see through me"
"You bastard"
"I killed your parents, Emma..."
My head fell forward as tears sprung to my eyes and as my breathing became irregular.
"No... You're lying. They would have told me" I didn't look up as Elijah walked over. He crouched down and looked at my face. He wiped a tear away and said
"How does it feel, Little one. That feeling that your family let your parents murder train you, spend every day with you teaching you, that feeling of betrayal. How does it feel?" I didn't respond, I just closed my eyes. He then said
"There it is. It's taken 2 years but I finally did it. I've broken the famous Emma Rogers"
I heard him stand up before he lifted my head up. I opened my eyes to see an evil smile across his face. He once again wiped a tear away before saying
"Time for phase two...
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Everything's changed
Fanfiction(Book 2 in the Miss America series) It's been 2 years since two worlds became one. Many things have changed but a lot of things have stayed the same. It took awhile but SHIELD, the Avengers and the Justice league agreed to work together. New younger...
