Once A Warrior Princess

Chapter 4~ Controlling The Beast

Melody's POV

Do not fuck this up, Melodonna. This is your first Avengers mission and you cannot fuck this up. Mom will kill you if you fuck this up.

Those were the words that were on a constant loop in my head as I stalked down the halls of the HYDRA station. My ears were out and flicking every which way, but all I heard was my own heart pounding and my own, albeit nearly silent, footsteps. And then something in the atmosphere changed. I heard grunts of pain and other noses that indicated that someone was in the midst of a fight. I sprinted toward the sounds, finding Wanda on the ground in a pool of her own blood, surrounded by at least forty HYDRA agents. Instinct kicked in, and I bombarded the agents, taking them down with ease. It was almost too easy. I tried to look at the ground to help calm myself after the fight but I wasn't in control. Someone else was, and she was stalking towards Wanda.

"Raven, I swear to the Gods, if you hurt her I will kill you!" I screamed inside my own mind, while the Darkest parts of me surfaced into the entity who liked to be called Raven. She essentially was my bloodlust, my depression, my anger and any other negative part of my personality. But her being in control was deadly. So I fought as hard as I could to regain control.

"Melody?" Wanda's voice shook. "Melody, why are you looking at me like that? Melody? Melody!" She screamed just as Raven almost threw a fireball at her. I snapped back into control and extinguished the flames, taking a breath to calm myself. You almost fucked this up, Melodonna.

"Wanda, I'm so sorry! I lost control! Here, let me help you," I said, kneeling beside her, casting a couple of healing spells.

"Please don't tell anyone about this. My mom will kill me if I screw up my place with you guys," I pleaded and she hugged me.

"It's ok, Melody. It wasn't your fault. And besides, I'm ok now. So let's finish the mission, ok?"

"Ok," I agreed and Wanda and I were off. Soon, the mission was over, we had gotten what we'd come for.

"So, Wanda, why were you screaming Melody's name?" Tony asked once all of us made it back to the Quinjet.

"She was fighting forty HYDRA agents. I was worried," Wanda covered for me.

"If you say so, but that's not what it sounded like," Tony said, ultimately letting it go.

"Leave them alone Tony. I'm sure they have their reasons," Steve smiled gently at me.

"There is no way that she fought forty HYDRA agents by herself," Sam said, exasperated.

"I've been trained to kill since I was two years old. I can take out entire armies by myself. Forty men with machine guns are nothing," I told him, deadpanning.

"Why were you trained so young?" Natasha asked, sadness echoing her voice and pooling in her eyes.

"It kept me in control," I answered vaguely and she nodded, seemingly understanding that I didn't want to discuss it farther. At least I knew she understood that.

"Isn't that a form of child abuse?" Tony asked.

"Maybe on your planet, but on mine, teaching a child boundaries and self-control is a good thing," I smirked.

"Whatever," Tony rolled his eyes.

Timeskip

Melody's POV

Some time had passed since we had arrived back from our mission, but I still hadn't calmed down fully. What if Wanda told someone what I was? I needed to fix this immediately.

I found out that sneaking out of Avenger's Tower isn't as hard as one might think. Nobody noticed me leaving, nobody chased after me even after I made it a couple of blocks away. It was like I was invisible. Which worked for me. I had business to attend to, and no one could prevent that. I made my way through the conjected trees of the forest until I came across a particular tree. It was huge and had a mystical air about it. I sliced my palm open and placed the bleeding hand in the center of the bark and a door appeared in the tree. I entered and found myself in my Den; my safe place. The one place I didn't have to worry about not hurting anyone.

I got straight to work, making my way to my study where I began researching lowlifes in Queens that I could take care of. After a couple of hours of looking at crime reports and case files, that I technically shouldn't have had access too, I found someone. A child molester and a rapist who liked to target male teens. Because who believes a teenage boy when they say that someone violated them? Even fewer people who believe teenage girls. So this Earth scum was allowed to walk free because the police had never been able to nail him with anything. Well, I'll just take care of this one myself, boys and girls. And this time, he's not coming back.

I tracked his patterns and created a path to find him to execute my plan. I just hoped none of the Avengers ever found out about what I do in my free time. Especially Steve. I couldn't imagine the look of disgust on his face if he ever discovered the monster I was. Any sliver of a chance I had with him would be gone the second he found out about me. About what I am, about what I have to do. And no matter how I spun it, the facts remained. I murdered people for my own gain. Admittedly, it was to keep my dark magic at bay and to keep my sanity, but I still killed. And that went against Steve's morals.

Shaking my head, I got over my self-pity and donned my black leather catsuit, complete with a mask before taking off into the night after my victim. Taking back control of my life. At least for the next month or so.