Trust

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This fanfic is a darker than the show. Blood, death, and explicit language will be more prevalent in the first chapters but it'll calm down the deeper into the story you get.

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She imagined on numerous occasions that Hell would have had nicer drapes. At the very least, the Devil would have provided an ottoman for her aching feet to rest upon. The bed was alright, but the IV stuck in her arm was better.
The windows showed a solemn scene outside; rain had been battering against it and the city just outside since the small hours of the morning. Framed by the bile-like color of the drapes, the windows seemed to be getting the dust and grime washed off of it for the first time in months.
"So much for a hospital," she thought. "Better than the last one I guess."
"Miss de la Vega."
The girl turned. A man stood in the doorway, his badge and clean suit telling her that he wasn't any normal visitor.
"My name is Agent Carter," the man said as he slid a chair to her bedside and carefully sat in it. "I'm from the same division as Agent Fowler."
The girl's eyes slid back to the rain. "What do you want?"
"I'd like to ask you some questions about the island."
The girl sat silently for a few moments. "You were the one talking to Optimus before. Out in the hallway."
"And you were the one that was supposed to be asleep during that conversation."
The girl scoffed. "Yeah, seems like I'm supposed to be a lot of things."
"About the island..." Agent Carter pulled out a small notebook and a pen.
"Where do you want me to start?"
"You and your classmates were rescued a little under a week ago," Agent Carter started. "Have you noticed anything different about yourself now that you're safe?"
"Not much," the girl lied through her teeth, "except for the fact that the taste of blood in my mouth almost feels nostalgic."