A/N: Boy, this is gonna be a long and dark chapter. You have been warned.

I drifted in and out of consciousness as the helicopter flew away from New York. My vision was hazy and my hearing was distant.

My side hurt, my head throbbed and my throat felt like sandpaper  but I was alive. For now and that's all that mattered. The only thing I concerned myself with was getting out of this mess.

"Ah! She's awake!" I jolted myself out my stupor, knocking my head again the wall. "A little jumpy, aren't you?"

My eyes finally stopped seeing double as my vision focused.

"Maya, baby!" The girl in front of me chirped excitingly. "How are you?"

I didn't say anything at all, I just glared at her. I lunged at her only to be stopped by the handcuffs around my wrists. Smart move. She was lucky these were stopping me. I might have felt and looked like shit but that didn't mean that I counts still kill somebody.

Miriam Anwar, sister to Amid Anwar.

Also know as Snow White for her seductive and deadly ways. She sat across from me were white from head to toe. White jacket with a white tee shirt over white jeans and white shoes. She must have looked like an angel dressed like that but I knew better.

She was the devil in disguise.

"Somebody's grumpy!" Miriam smirked.

"You're suppose to be dead."

"Do I look dead to you?" She asked, sharply.

"No but you're gonna wish you were, Miriam."

"Bold words but they're empty, Maya." Amid said rolling his eyes. "Drop the bravado act, kid. Shut up and sit down."

I looked over the both of them.

There were no indications of burn marks, not even a hint of a scar on her face. I watched Amid burn and I watched Miriam bleed to death. There should have been no way that these two had survived. I had set the bomb and watched as their legacy went up in flames.

In the pit of my stomach a bad feeling arose.

If these two were alive then that meant that he was alive. The King wanted to see me. He would most definitely kill me for what I had to done to their family.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked ignoring Amid's previous command.

"We're not telling you." Amid said. He sat back in his seat, arms crossed as he watched the smoke rise from the horizon.

An hour passed and any indication of land was long gone.

"Tell me something." He turned his gaze away from the sea and looked down at me. "Did you really think that you killed us?"

I felt the pain return to my hand. It creeped up my arms, towards my shoulders. I gritted my teeth as I tried my best to ignore him. Then I felt a twisting pain in my chest and I couldn't help but to scream. It was agonizing as my insides felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. My vision blacked in and out as I collapsed against my seat.

"Did you, Maya?" He asked me again.

"Yes!" I screamed out.

"I don't believe you." Miriam said in a sickly sweet voice that swam through my ears and clouded my brain. It was stuck in my mind like moss to a window, stubborn and adhesive.

"I wonder if you even regretted our deaths?" Amid mused. "All those sleepless night with all those lost souls screaming at you. Were we one of them?"

The pain stopped. I slumped against the seat, my cheek resting on the headrest.

"Yes." I wasn't surprised at their hate for me.  "I regretted your deaths," I finally managed to say once Amid released his hold on me. "There wasn't a night that went by where I didn't see you faces. Your hatred to me is justifiable but I did what I had to do. You may have been bad but you were still my family."

"You burned me and I watched you do it without an ounce of regret in your eyes! So much for family." Amid spat.

"It was you or the world!" I yelled. "I chose the world! That's all there is to it!"

"The world over us?" Miriam sneered. She got up and walked towards me as her eyes turned an icy white. "What a pawn you are."

My vision clouded over with only blackness as I felt my mind leave me. Everything else was dark and the only thing I saw was a room of bodies and blood. Every single person that was a victim of my abilities stared at me with dead eyes with faces frozen in hatred, fear, and surprise.

Gods, please!

I beg of you to make this stop.

I don't want to see this again but I knew that I have to watch it because there was too much innocent blood on my hands that I could not just simply wash off.

"No....," I whimpered clutching my heard to shut out their painful moans and screams.

Suddenly I was that scared and lost seventeen year old, trying find her place in this world.

Mirium's voice echoed through the dark. "You've betrayed us, Maya."

A dark shadow loomed over me with dark brown eyes and a a sword in the other. His eyes bore nothing more than contempt and hatred. I would know because those were reflective of my own.

"Do you want to know what happens to traitors?" It growled at me.

The dark shadow descended upon me and I fell into an inky black with only scream piercing my ears. I didn't know if they were mine or my victims but they were everlasting.

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Maya was on the floor as Miriam's illusion kept her occupied. Her body laid still as she whimpered, eyes wide as she stared at something they couldn't comprehend.

It was pathetic really but they could care less.
Once, She was the apple in their fathers eyes but a thorn in theirs. Perhaps all older siblings felt that way about the youngest siblings.

"How much time?" Amid asked looking down at his watch.

They were already late.

All of them waited five years to find her to kill her---to destroy her. But just killing her didn't give them any satisfaction. They were going to torture her until her mind snapped and everything she ever loved was nothing but ashes.

That was the plan but plans change.

"That should keep her occupied. Gods! I forgot how annoying she was. Honestly, she needs to lighten up!" Miriam's eyes faded back to her normal color as she sat back down. "Daddy dearest has plans for our sweet little sister."

"Do you really think he's going to keep her alive?" Amid asked.

"Of course not!" she scoffed. "But Daddy wants her back and for what I do not know, brother dearest."

"He's an old man but I can't argue against his plans."

"Why won't he tell me about his 'plans,' Amid?" She asked with a pout. "I thought I was daddy's little girl."

"You aren't Daddy's little anything. Act like an Anwar, not some prissy little heiress."

"I am an heiress. Besides! Who cares about father's stupid plan."

"Don't scoff at our father's work."

"I'm not scoffing," she murmured as she sent another wave of illusions Mays's way. A smile crept up on her face as she heard her scream in terror and agony.

Miriam's eyes flashed white once more.

"I'm simply stating the obvious."

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There was blood and death and endless screaming.

It was light enough to see people's faces but dark enough so that I didn't recognize them.

I couldn't breath as the air was afoul with the stench of blood. It was everywhere. On my clothes, coating my arms, dripping from my face.

My heart hammered in my chest as I tripped and fell. I squeezed my eyes but it didn't stop.

They wouldn't stop.

Gods, please! Let this hell end! I know what I have done!

"Maya.........."

I wanted to scream.

"Wake up........"

I felt them grabbing me, pulling me away from the light towards the dark. I screamed louder but it was no use.

"Maya!"

My eyes opened as someone yelled my name. My face was pressed against the cold and pristine white marble tiles. I sat up, looking around in a daze.

Two guards grabbed me roughly by the arms and hoisted me up so that I could face my father.

I was so exhausted that I was seeing double, the guards had to hold me up so that I could just stand on my own two feet.

"Maya Crowley?"

Five years had passed and yet he didn't look like he aged a day except for the silver in his hair which no longer coated his temples, or extended in streaks across his hair.

You know when you see someone you really don't want to? And you just happen to have the urge to---oh, I don't know---punch them in the face? Know that feeling or is just me?

Because I grabbed his lapels and headbutted him hard.

The guards did not like that because, my legs gave way as one of them struck me in the back of my knees. I went down landing harshly on my elbows.

"Raza." I hissed.

"You cut your hair," he said as he pressed a handkerchief against his forehead. "I liked your hair when it was long."

"And I liked it when you were dead,"

I saw the storm clouds gather behind his eyes. Dark brown just like mine.

I felt a sharp pain on my face as my head turned towards the side. I didn't even realize he slapped me until the blood rushed to the skin of my cheek.

"Still the same," He placed a hand on my chin affectionately, tilting my head up. "How are you, little bird?"

I pulled my chin away, spitting at his feet.

"Touch me  and I'll kill you." I threatened. "Again."

This was my father. He'd hurt you then he'd make it up to you. No wonder mum ran away from him. He was a sociopath.

Maybe that's where Miriam got it from.

I simply glared at him. I knew his tricks. I didn't care for them.

"You could at least say that you're okay. It would ease my conscious."

"I didn't know you had one."

"Must we fight like this? I want to you to become part of this family again. Stay with us," he begged. "Leave the Avengers. Leave SHIELD. They do not care for you but we do, little bird."

If I was a naive fool, I would've believed him.

"No," I said, rolling my eyes. "In case you've forgotten, you're an international bio-terrorist who just recently attacked New York."

"If memory serves me right, my dear. You are one as well?" He asked rhetorically. I didn't answer, I just glared at him. "That's what I thought. Right, then. To the cells with you. I'll talk to you when you decide to be more civil."

He dismissed his guards who dragged me away. I turned back still glaring at me and all I saw was an impassive face with no remorse.

Then the door closed and I was being dragged down into the bowels of hell.

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Minutes turned to hours and hours turned into days. The days passed by as I was stuck down here to rot. I scratched lines into the walls to keep track of all the days.

It was always dark and I was always on sedatives. They stuck me with needles and made me perform circus tricks for them. Each time I refused, they would call Amid to 'condition' me.

Sure, it hurt like hell but they didn't break my spirit. They can't break something that was already broken. Through the pain and blood, I was still very much alive. My heart beats but never have I felt so spent in my entire life.

"Time with earths mightiest has made you tough, little bird." He said in Arabic. "Maybe Amid was wrong about you being weak."

There were some days that I would wake up to find my father in my humble little cell pacing around. He looked out into the window as the snow fell in the Alps.

"Never ever call me that again," I snarled.

I might have been groggy and my head hurt but I spoke back to him in Arabic. The words felt foreign and heavy on my tongue. 

"And you've grown a temper too or have you always had that? I forget." He clucked his tongue as he continued pacing the length of my cell. "You got that from your mother. I've been told I'm unusually calm."

Touché.

I got up painfully, trying not to put pressure on any of my bruises. The chains attached to my wrists rattled as I tossed the thin blankets off of me. I probably looked like hell right now and my hair must have been more of a rats nest.

"How did you do it?" I asked. "I killed all three of you. I blew up the building."

"And yet here we are," he said standing in front of me. My father---Raza---pulled up a stool to sit down. "I was able to stitch your brother and sister up but me well......." he trailed off as he was thinking of something. "You can't stitch up a mind like you can stitch up a body."

"I'm sorry but I don't remember asking you to be vague."

He took a deep breath in and then out. Raza was usually good at controlling his anger but sometimes it would come out in short and catastrophic bursts. I was witness to most of those and they were bloody.

"It took sacrifice but I was able to bring your brother and sister from the brink of death." He mearly said.

"You know, Raza. If you look up the  word dramatic in the dictionary, I'm sure you'll find a picture of yourself." I would've laughed at my own joke but a knife landed centimeters away from my face.

"Do not test my patience." He hissed at me as he wrenched the knife out of the wall. "The only thing standing between Miriam and Amid is me. Don't forget that."

I chuckled darkly. "What are they gonna go?Kill me? Good luck with that."

If there was anything I had learned from Natasha it was that let them think they have the upper hand and they'll tell you everything you want to know.

So that's what I did.

I wanted to punch him in his face. Hell, I could kill him right now. He had an erratic heartbeat. I'd only have to adjust the pressure enough so that he would go into ventricular fibrillation.

I didn't. I wanted to know what he was planning and then I would get the hell out of here.  I had to control my rage.

"Are you gonna just taunt me?"

"I'm not some elementary school boy to taunt you," he said switching back to English.

"And I'm not some like frilly little school girl who needs to be lectured on what I gambled and lost!" I snapped.

"At least you leaned some humility. Even your mother couldn't teach you that."

I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. Don't do it. Don't kill him. Now is not the time. The guards outside the cell door would mow me down before the blood would have even touched the walls.

Plus, I wasn't in any condition to fight him.

"I suppose I can tell you what's going to happen." Holding out his hand, he showed me the flash drive that sat in his palm. "But I have a feeling you already know. You've seen the files on Dr, Bahl's drive."

I actually never was even able to crack that drive. Hell, even SHIELD was having trouble getting into it. They were only able to recover a sliver of information and most of it didn't make sense to me.

"Yes," I lied. "I assume that you sent Amid to kill him for his copy?

"I know you've met my soldiers in Canada. What did you think?" He asked, ignoring my question completely.

"Are you even human?" I asked. "Because how the fuck did mom marry and have kids with someone like you?"

"You're acting like a child, Maya."

"You're a monster." I said. "Sometimes I pity you, Raza. How did you become like this I wonder?"

"I'm not monster, Maya! I'm a victim of the system!" Rasa yelled at me, his face going red. "You know nothing of me and my sacrifices!"

"Oh?" I snorted. "You're a victim? No, asshole! You aren't a victim. Miriam is a victim. Amid is a victim. Mom is a victim. Everyone you made me kill was a victim. You are a man who threw everything away for some delusional fantasy! Your family, your wife, your children, your future! Justify it all you want but you are a murdering, lying, and sociopathic terrorist who I have the unfortunate honor of calling my father!"

"And what about you, little bird?" He asked after I had finished yelling at him. His tone was unusually calm. "Are you a victim?"

"I was." I rolled my eyes. "Your plan won't work."

"Really?" His voice was a deadpan. "And I assume this is where you're gonna wait for your colleagues from SHIELD will swoop in and save the day like in some Hollywood B rate action movie?"

"No, Raza." I hissed. "It won't work because it's too ludicrous and insane! You can't take over the world! I've seen more powerful men than you try!"

"Insane?" He glared at me as he raised his hand. I flinched, closing my eyes. I didn't feel the impact because when I opened my eyes, he was glaring down at me. "You possess The Anwar Curse, Maya! You are mearly an instrument in my plan. I need you alive so I can use your blood to create a virus!"

"Over my dead body! If I die, so does the curse!" I yelled at him. "You're no better than HYDRA and we've defeated them before! So we can definitely defeat you!"

The rattling of my chains and the sound of his strained breathing were the only things that filled the cell.

"We?" He raised his eyebrow at me, a flicker of amusement ghosted across his face. "The Avengers? They've abandoned you."

"Oh, please." I scoffed. "Not them."

"Then......who is this 'we' you talk about?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

He rolled his eyes as he buttoned his jacket getting up.

"They have casted you aside like you were just a pawn in a chess game. S.H.I.E.L.D. will never come for you, little bird. You damn well as me that once you are compromised, that is it."

"Wanna bet?" I challenged, putting up another bravado.

"You're still so stubborn. I wonder if you received that from your mother or from me?" He shrugged. Enjoy your time here, little bird."

"I've got two words for you-"

"Let me guess?" He held the door open. "Words that start in f and end in u? Really, Maya. You can't be that predictable. I'm sure you didn't get that from me."

"No." I said. "I was going to say piss off but that works too."

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I had kept my promise to Raza.

Anytime one of my father's people tried to touch me to get my blood, I unleashed fury upon them. I bit, I scratched and I made a few people blood profusely.

One time I bit someone's ear off. It was totally worth it.

Sometimes they knocked me out, I would go down kicking and screaming. The drugs made my body weak. Mixed in with my anemia, it wasn't a pleasant concoction.

It had been a weeks since my conversation with my father and I've come to the realization that Fury had abandoned me. He promised that he would help protect me but here I was bleeding on the floor of a cold and damp cell.

I should have know that he would throw me aside like a piece of trash once I was compromised.

It had been another day of tests on me and more pain as Amid promised.

The guards passed by at regular intervals to check up on me. I knew that they were waiting for me to die. It had been weeks. I tried to save them the trouble by starving myself.

Father couldn't let me die because if I did he would lose the secret to the Anwar Curse. I've tried everything to kill myself.

I tried to bang my head against the wall but they just placed a strait jacket around me. I tried to starve myself (as mentioned before) but they force fed me. I tried to cut myself but they removed every sharp object they could find.

The only thing that could kill me now was the cold.

It was like it had a mind of its own.The cold was bitter, getting underneath my skin. It blew through the cell uninvited. It pestered me till I curled into a ball so that I could keep some warmth.

I could already see my funeral and the cause of death on my autopsy report: died due to exposure.

I could really use a warmer blanket. They had taken away my suit, giving me some thin cotton clothes that did nothing to keep out the cold. They were too thin and too itchy. Rolling over, I make a mark on the wall. I completed my fifth one. There was a total of thirty one days. That's about four and a half weeks at least.

I knew I shouldn't let my father's words get to me but he was right.

Nobody was coming for me so I curled up and for the first time in a very long time, I cried as hard as I could.

A/N: lame and cliche? Just a bit. But if you are confused on anything about Miriam or Amid, please don't hesitate to ask me.
           Also the lovely model I've chosen as a 'face claim' for Miriam is Tuba Büyüküstün.