The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 3

"Do you guys hear that?" I strained my ears, and heard a low rumbling.

"Guys." I said. Low and I warning. "Guys. I think we need to get out." I saw panic in both of their eyes.

"The only way out is there. There's no back door." Then the rumbling was louder, it almost sounded like a jet. I knew what was coming. A bomb.

"Guys. Hide! Now!" I barked out. They got the message too late. I dived into one of the bedrooms, slamming the door and hiding in the the closet, putting as many walls between me and the bomb as I could. As I did, I saw the rocket come into the hallway, and my friends waking futile efforts to get away. I slammed it as the room shook, and the deafening sound of the bomb filled the room. I fell, pinned underneath parts of the roof. I cried out as I felt it dig into my legs. I heard screams from my friends, and then. There was silence. Deafening silence. No. No no no. Please. I lay there, running situations through my head. All of them ending up with not being able to save them. I held back sobs. Then I heard footsteps. I shuffled so I was inside the closet, and covered myself with grime and rubble. Coving as much of my body as I could. These people obviously wanted to kill me. So I'll make them think they did. I slowed my breathing. Then the ruined door got kicked down. I closed my eyes. He kicked some rubble, and then said in Russian,

"It is done." I tried not to breathe. After what seemed like an eternity, he left. And I let out a sob. I tried to pull the rubble off me, I had to get away before the police came. I finally pushed it off, trying not to look at the red blood that covered my right leg. I stood up and immediately cried out. The leg was broken, definitely broken. But I didn't care, all that mattered was my friends. I came into the main room and gasped. Shoe and Dobie were on opposite sides of the room, bloodied and blown apart from each other.

"Shoe. Shoe. No no no. Please Shoe." I cried. His usually lit up eyes were dead. Drained of their life. The goofy smile wiped off his face. I pressed on the wound that covered his entire chest.

"Horseshoe. Please don't leave." I couldn't hold them back, the tears flowed out. He was dead. Dead. I rushed over to Dobie. His hair was mangled and covered in red, his whole body was torn apart, leaving only his face. The beautiful face that made the bullies run away.

"Dobie. Oh Doberman. No." Tears dropped on his red face, leaving streaks in the blood. They were both dead. No. No this couldn't be happening. I screamed, letting my rage flow out of me like a river. I was done, I might as well die right here. With my friends. No. No they wouldn't want that. I needed to find these people. They were going to pay. I wiped the tears off my face and grabbed the least mangled backpack. I stuffed it with as much as I could salvage, and took an extra t-shirt. I limped, groaning every time my leg hit the ground. I went as quick as I could, trying to evade the sirens coming this way. I could duck in an alley for now, wrap up my leg, and get moving. So I sat down, grabbed two sticks, and wrapped them onto my leg with the shirt. I had to stop myself from crying out in pain. I was too exhausted to move. My leg was broken, probably beyond repair, my only friends were dead, and the people who did it got away. The police were right beside me, and if they caught me god knows what could happen. Tears streaked down my face, everything I had, my whole life, was gone. Vanished right before my eyes. My eyes closed, and I drifted to sleep.

The dreams were worse. This time the death of my friends flashed over and over and over. And it wouldn't stop. I screamed, I couldn't handle any more. Their lifeless bodies, the dead eyes, their blood flowing out.

I jerked awake and screamed. I didn't care who heard, I was done. I didn't care anymore. I was too done to get up. I couldn't move. Huddled in the alley, shivering, trying to bore the images out of my head. My leg aches, my heart aches, my whole body aches. And there's nothing I can do. The tears came again. There was nothing I could do to stop them. They flowed like tiny rivers, not stopping, not going to stop until the source runs dry. My leg was still dripping, the t shirt completely red. I took off my sweater and switched them. Leaving me in a long sleeve and pants in the cool air. I had to keep long sleeves and pants on at all times. It was my rule. I shivered, not only at the cold but at my thoughts. You could've saved them. Why did you jump out of the way? You could've pushed them away. It's all your fault. You could've saved them. These thoughts circled in my head endlessly, giving me no motivation to live. Except for one fact. They were still out there, and I will find them. Doberman and Horseshoe deserved a better life than that. One with real families and real names. Brothers, sisters. Moms and dads. They shouldn't have died so young. Shoe was 16 and Dobie was too. They had long lived ahead of them. They could've gotten jobs, had families. But it was gone now. I slammed my fist into a wall. It cracked. No way. Then I looked down at myself. I was brick. Like I was the same as the wall. What was happening to me?! I scrambled back from the dent in the wall my fist, my fist, had made. I clutched my head. This could not be happening.