𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒.

𝘷. 𝘮𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦

i flew backwards, and slammed into a wall. my vision became overwhelmingly bright. the colors of the room changed rapidly, never ceasing. this was obviously not good. but what the hell was this? if only i could lay in eye-candy's arms for the rest of the night instead of dealing with whatever new evil fucker decided to walk into my life.

"that did not feel good," i muttered to myself, pressing a hand to the back of my head. my hair was sticky with warm blood, and i winced when my fingers brushed against the injury.

the pain from my prediction subsided, but it was replaced with a new and equally as bad sensation. i hit my head pretty damn hard. taking in my surroundings, i noticed there was a man floating into the now trashed living room through a hole in the wall. that must've been what exploded.

honestly, our attacker wasn't bad looking. maybe it's just the appeal of a man who can put me out of my misery. sue me.

he had long, curly brown hair that complemented his sparkling eyes. his face was covered in scars, and so was the rest of his ripped body. the toned muscles underneath his tan skin rippled as he rolled his shoulders. he wore something that resembled a tunic, but it only covered half of him— leaving his abs and chest bare.

despite his gorgeous, yet rugged bad-boy appearance, something was very off about him. maybe it was his aura; his personality. whatever it was— it was bad.

now, i'm the master at all things evil. i got a little evil in me, as well as the fact that predicting danger is literally my thing. not sure if you know this, but danger and evil usually go hand in hand. but, this man was something different. something that sent shivers down my spine. he was dark, deadly, and although i hate to admit it, goddamn handsome, too.

damnit. why do the pretty ones always have to be evil?

"hello, earth. i see you silly mortals still haven't figured out how to build a proper building. honestly, it's so easy to smash into."

his voice was thick with an accent, one i couldn't quite pinpoint. he glanced around the room, until his eyes settled on me. the man's deep brown eyes narrowed as he began to glare at my figure.

"you. i want the god among you puny creatures. go retrieve him before i kill you."

i was scared, but i knew what to do. my main purpose on this team was to predict danger. to give them a bit of a warning before anything too awful smashes into our living room. i was, in a sense, their own little siren. i predict the danger, i tell them about it, and boom! my job is done.

i knew how to fight. hell, i threw a man out of a window. but, the team needed me to be safe and alive so I could do my main job. that meant no attacking evil floaty men for me.

play it cool until you can get some help from the other avengers. please let them be okay.

"uh— mr. demon thingie, i'm going to have to ask you to leave," i said firmly. he smirked at my outburst.

"i'm sorry, i don't think i'm understanding you. did you just tell me to do something?" he took a step forward, threatening me.

i stood my ground. fists up, feet planted, body not tensed.

he laughed at me, then whipped out two glistening, and extremely sharp knives.

"well, shit. that ain't good," i said aloud.

"no, earthling, it's not."

with a sickening grin, he lunched towards me, but just before his knives hit my throat, someone tackled him.