Misguided Ghosts
Breaking In
"Gentlemen, good morning!" a man with greying hair said as he walked into the meeting room, looking at all of his agents sitting at the table, some drinking their cold glasses of water. "Now, we know we're here for a reason." the man said, getting straight to business as he sat down at the table. "We've made technology to find our visual suspect." he said as the men opened the files held in front of them. A girl who was wearing a baseball cap, the hood held over the baseball cap with few dark brown strands of hair fall into her face. In bold writing, the name CROSS, BRENNA MORGAN was across the top and they read the necessities over the paper: birthdate OCTOBER 12TH, 1986, parents MAUREEN AND JEREMY COPELAND, BOTH DECEASED BACK IN 1988, her education spanned out and what type of powers she was deemed to have.
"Why are we doing this?" one man, about a late 20s who was young for an agent, asked. The balding man looked up quickly, staring at him with a confused look. "This girl has been through hell and back, trying to escape from us." he stated, glaring at the man. "Why must we ruin her life more?" The balding man chuckled as he looked at her. "Her power is exceptionally needed in our division. Who knows what they can do?" he said, as if it was obvious. "Then, go find some other superhero with some kind of other power." he snapped, with evident sass in his voice. This didn't sound like the agent they knew before, what was wrong with him? "Agent Cortez..it seems like you have a devil on your shoulder." he said.
"Last time I checked, you were the one with the devil on both shoulders, Commander Fletcher." Agent Cortez snapped, before feeling a tingling sensation in his palm. The agent turned his hand over under the meeting table, before seeing red-lacquered fingernails appear on his hand, growing mid-length before appeasing. "May I be dismissed? I must go to the bathroom." he said, his voice cracking somewhat as the Commander stared at him. "Why, of course, Agent. Go ahead. Take all the time you need." Commander Fletcher said slowly, as Agent Cortez got up, walked out of the room and out of sight of all the guards.
The agent looked around the perimeters, before he walked inside the woman's bathroom and locked the door quickly. With that, the agent went over to the mirror and saw the change before their eyes. A girl, with wild and messy unkept brown hair, electric silver-blue eyes and a frown on her face sighed. She was dressed in bulky agent wear and heard squirming in the stall, going over as she grabbed the real Agent Cortez's gun and growled, pulling the safety back. "Shut up!" she hissed, his mouth bound closed and tied up as tight as she could go. People would be surprised by her strength, for a 26 year old.
"Now..since I got a good look at Commander Fletcher..let's put on a show, shall we?" she chuckled as she closed the door and stared at the mirror, despite hearing the screams and angry kicks against the stall's walls. Her eyes closed tightly, focusing on the power she had to do this and when she opened her eyes, she was a middle-aged man, wearing a green army suit with many decorative medals on it. "Showtime, boys." she said in his voice and scoffed. "Sounds so perverted when I say it." She walked out, seeing nobody in the hallway due to half the team in the meeting. She walked off, heading into the break room before pouring herself a cup of coffee and sighed, taking a long sip of the dark black liquid before a female voice spoke up.
"Ah, Commander!" She choked on her drink, coughing as she looked up and saw a nice man, wearing a suit and wearing sunglasses. "Ah..may I help you, sir?" she asked. She was still in the Commander's "skin", she was fine. Hopefully. "I spoke with you on the phone about locating Brenna Copeland. Agent Coulson?" he asked. Wait, this guy was in cahoots with the CIA? Psh. Douchepants, Brenna thought to herself. "May we sit down and talk?" he asked. "Of course. But I must be getting back to my meeting. We were taking a five minute recess." she explained as she sat down. Agent Coulson closed the door and chuckled, before a click was heard and the gun was aimed at her head.
"Agent! W-What's the meaning of this?" she stammered, terrified that her disguise had evolved as a trap. "We know where the real Commander is and that's in the meeting. I saw you walk into the bathroom as Agent Cortez. I'm not stupid, Miss Copeland. Show yourself. The real yourself." he said. "Ugh, fine. You make this too hard on myself, you jackass." she snapped as the skin began to evaporate off of her skin, showing the same red-lacquered fingernails on the pale frail hand. The disguise fell off, revealing black skinny jeans, a grey long sleeve shirt and red heels, the wild unkept messy curly brown hair showing up again. "Now, I know you're not a CIA agent..because CIA hasn't invented their technology or modified it." she chuckled.
"Very good observation. You get that from your little stunt? Now, we can introduce ourselves. My name is Phil Coulson. My Director, Nick Fury, has sent me out to receive you. I'm here to ask you some questions." he stated. "Well, go on. I obviously can't go out now. They're probably looking for Agent Cortez now." she explained. "Alright. So, he wants to know. What's your power?" he asked. Brenna stared at him. "My Dad..his name is Jeremy Copeland, he was a scientist that died in his lab back in 1988. Before he died, he tested everything and I mean, everything on me at two years-old. I'm the most powerful being in the world, Agent Coulson. Telekinesis, super-strength, agility, shapeshifting, you name it." she spat as his eyes went wide at the sound of an alarm going off.
"I'm not powerful; I'm a monster." she hissed as she got up and jumped onto the counter, opening the air ducts. "There's a black Buick out front. Your backpack is in it. Go there, I'll meet up with you." he said as she nodded and began climbing quickly through the air ducts, like she was some mole rat. However, there was a creak in the metal and she gulped, looking around the base of the vent. There was then a pulsed movement from the metal and her eyes went wide, looking around. "Oh, come on." she muttered before the vent collapsed and she fell onto the ground, groaning in pain as she got up and stared at the receptionist staring at her with beady little eyes, sighing.
"I'm so sorry.." she gulped as she closed her eyes and transformed into the form of the receptionist, making her shriek in horror. She knew the men were coming faster down the hall before she grabbed the woman and threw her into the hallway closet, telling her to stay quiet as she sat down and put on her glasses, pretending to type. "Regina!" she perked her head up as Commander Fletcher walked up to the desk. "Call the SWAT team. That girl is here somewhere, taking our workers hostage! I want a full ranked SWAT team out there in under 10 minutes, you hear me!?" he demanded.
"Of course, Commander." she said as calm as she could. This man was forcing millions of armed gentlemen to come and kill her with one single freaking bullet. He hurried off to join his men and she got up, transforming back into her original form before bringing out the secretary and telling her not to say a single word, heading into the air shaft again and crawling up to an office area she had found, before kicking the vent in and plopped into the chair, spinning away so she could look outside at Indianapolis. The busy streets, beautiful buildings, Lucas Oil Stadium..she loved it so much.
"Right in here, gentlemen. We'll talk about this issue right now while our secretary calls for the SWAT to take care of Brennara Copeland." the Commander stated as he walked in with a few of his strongest agents, including Agent Coulson as she turned the chair back around to face them. "That won't be necessary, Commander Fletcher." she announced, glaring at her with her silver blue eyes. The Commander froze as he whipped out his gun and aimed it towards the chair, before turning around to find the girl smirking at him. "Aww, what's wrong? You don't like me looking like this?" she chuckled as she turned into his own form again, glaring at him. "Or do you like this?" The transformation continued into various faces until she stood up, her face rearranging into her own.
"You don't belong in a world like this, Miss Copeland. Stand down. We'll take what's rightfully ours." he hissed, pulling the safety back. Brenna let out an amused chuckle, before turning on him with a wicked glare in her eyes. "Well then, Commander. Let's see who blinks first, shall we?" she coaxed, glaring at him. The Commander chuckled and turned to his agents, saying a few words before turning and shot one blank fire into the skin of her left shoulder, making her groan in pain. He pulled the safety back and shot her in the stomach next, making her wince as she stumbled backwards towards the open window. "Commander, that is enough!" Coulson exclaimed, his eyes fearing for Brenna's safety and he smirked.
"Fuck you." she hissed as she grabbed the Commander's arms, yanking him in front of her as she stumbled back off the ledge of the open balcony, throwing him off with her as she shrieked and began her descent. The screams were blurred in her head and she fell to the ground, holding onto her bleeding stomach and shoulder, wincing slightly from the impact and coughing. She saw the Commander's barely moving body and hissed in pain, feeling the burning sensation cloud over her body.
And with that, she closed her eyes and fell still.
"Why are we doing this?" one man, about a late 20s who was young for an agent, asked. The balding man looked up quickly, staring at him with a confused look. "This girl has been through hell and back, trying to escape from us." he stated, glaring at the man. "Why must we ruin her life more?" The balding man chuckled as he looked at her. "Her power is exceptionally needed in our division. Who knows what they can do?" he said, as if it was obvious. "Then, go find some other superhero with some kind of other power." he snapped, with evident sass in his voice. This didn't sound like the agent they knew before, what was wrong with him? "Agent Cortez..it seems like you have a devil on your shoulder." he said.
"Last time I checked, you were the one with the devil on both shoulders, Commander Fletcher." Agent Cortez snapped, before feeling a tingling sensation in his palm. The agent turned his hand over under the meeting table, before seeing red-lacquered fingernails appear on his hand, growing mid-length before appeasing. "May I be dismissed? I must go to the bathroom." he said, his voice cracking somewhat as the Commander stared at him. "Why, of course, Agent. Go ahead. Take all the time you need." Commander Fletcher said slowly, as Agent Cortez got up, walked out of the room and out of sight of all the guards.
The agent looked around the perimeters, before he walked inside the woman's bathroom and locked the door quickly. With that, the agent went over to the mirror and saw the change before their eyes. A girl, with wild and messy unkept brown hair, electric silver-blue eyes and a frown on her face sighed. She was dressed in bulky agent wear and heard squirming in the stall, going over as she grabbed the real Agent Cortez's gun and growled, pulling the safety back. "Shut up!" she hissed, his mouth bound closed and tied up as tight as she could go. People would be surprised by her strength, for a 26 year old.
"Now..since I got a good look at Commander Fletcher..let's put on a show, shall we?" she chuckled as she closed the door and stared at the mirror, despite hearing the screams and angry kicks against the stall's walls. Her eyes closed tightly, focusing on the power she had to do this and when she opened her eyes, she was a middle-aged man, wearing a green army suit with many decorative medals on it. "Showtime, boys." she said in his voice and scoffed. "Sounds so perverted when I say it." She walked out, seeing nobody in the hallway due to half the team in the meeting. She walked off, heading into the break room before pouring herself a cup of coffee and sighed, taking a long sip of the dark black liquid before a female voice spoke up.
"Ah, Commander!" She choked on her drink, coughing as she looked up and saw a nice man, wearing a suit and wearing sunglasses. "Ah..may I help you, sir?" she asked. She was still in the Commander's "skin", she was fine. Hopefully. "I spoke with you on the phone about locating Brenna Copeland. Agent Coulson?" he asked. Wait, this guy was in cahoots with the CIA? Psh. Douchepants, Brenna thought to herself. "May we sit down and talk?" he asked. "Of course. But I must be getting back to my meeting. We were taking a five minute recess." she explained as she sat down. Agent Coulson closed the door and chuckled, before a click was heard and the gun was aimed at her head.
"Agent! W-What's the meaning of this?" she stammered, terrified that her disguise had evolved as a trap. "We know where the real Commander is and that's in the meeting. I saw you walk into the bathroom as Agent Cortez. I'm not stupid, Miss Copeland. Show yourself. The real yourself." he said. "Ugh, fine. You make this too hard on myself, you jackass." she snapped as the skin began to evaporate off of her skin, showing the same red-lacquered fingernails on the pale frail hand. The disguise fell off, revealing black skinny jeans, a grey long sleeve shirt and red heels, the wild unkept messy curly brown hair showing up again. "Now, I know you're not a CIA agent..because CIA hasn't invented their technology or modified it." she chuckled.
"Very good observation. You get that from your little stunt? Now, we can introduce ourselves. My name is Phil Coulson. My Director, Nick Fury, has sent me out to receive you. I'm here to ask you some questions." he stated. "Well, go on. I obviously can't go out now. They're probably looking for Agent Cortez now." she explained. "Alright. So, he wants to know. What's your power?" he asked. Brenna stared at him. "My Dad..his name is Jeremy Copeland, he was a scientist that died in his lab back in 1988. Before he died, he tested everything and I mean, everything on me at two years-old. I'm the most powerful being in the world, Agent Coulson. Telekinesis, super-strength, agility, shapeshifting, you name it." she spat as his eyes went wide at the sound of an alarm going off.
"I'm not powerful; I'm a monster." she hissed as she got up and jumped onto the counter, opening the air ducts. "There's a black Buick out front. Your backpack is in it. Go there, I'll meet up with you." he said as she nodded and began climbing quickly through the air ducts, like she was some mole rat. However, there was a creak in the metal and she gulped, looking around the base of the vent. There was then a pulsed movement from the metal and her eyes went wide, looking around. "Oh, come on." she muttered before the vent collapsed and she fell onto the ground, groaning in pain as she got up and stared at the receptionist staring at her with beady little eyes, sighing.
"I'm so sorry.." she gulped as she closed her eyes and transformed into the form of the receptionist, making her shriek in horror. She knew the men were coming faster down the hall before she grabbed the woman and threw her into the hallway closet, telling her to stay quiet as she sat down and put on her glasses, pretending to type. "Regina!" she perked her head up as Commander Fletcher walked up to the desk. "Call the SWAT team. That girl is here somewhere, taking our workers hostage! I want a full ranked SWAT team out there in under 10 minutes, you hear me!?" he demanded.
"Of course, Commander." she said as calm as she could. This man was forcing millions of armed gentlemen to come and kill her with one single freaking bullet. He hurried off to join his men and she got up, transforming back into her original form before bringing out the secretary and telling her not to say a single word, heading into the air shaft again and crawling up to an office area she had found, before kicking the vent in and plopped into the chair, spinning away so she could look outside at Indianapolis. The busy streets, beautiful buildings, Lucas Oil Stadium..she loved it so much.
"Right in here, gentlemen. We'll talk about this issue right now while our secretary calls for the SWAT to take care of Brennara Copeland." the Commander stated as he walked in with a few of his strongest agents, including Agent Coulson as she turned the chair back around to face them. "That won't be necessary, Commander Fletcher." she announced, glaring at her with her silver blue eyes. The Commander froze as he whipped out his gun and aimed it towards the chair, before turning around to find the girl smirking at him. "Aww, what's wrong? You don't like me looking like this?" she chuckled as she turned into his own form again, glaring at him. "Or do you like this?" The transformation continued into various faces until she stood up, her face rearranging into her own.
"You don't belong in a world like this, Miss Copeland. Stand down. We'll take what's rightfully ours." he hissed, pulling the safety back. Brenna let out an amused chuckle, before turning on him with a wicked glare in her eyes. "Well then, Commander. Let's see who blinks first, shall we?" she coaxed, glaring at him. The Commander chuckled and turned to his agents, saying a few words before turning and shot one blank fire into the skin of her left shoulder, making her groan in pain. He pulled the safety back and shot her in the stomach next, making her wince as she stumbled backwards towards the open window. "Commander, that is enough!" Coulson exclaimed, his eyes fearing for Brenna's safety and he smirked.
"Fuck you." she hissed as she grabbed the Commander's arms, yanking him in front of her as she stumbled back off the ledge of the open balcony, throwing him off with her as she shrieked and began her descent. The screams were blurred in her head and she fell to the ground, holding onto her bleeding stomach and shoulder, wincing slightly from the impact and coughing. She saw the Commander's barely moving body and hissed in pain, feeling the burning sensation cloud over her body.
And with that, she closed her eyes and fell still.
