2 Chapter 1: The beginning

"Humans are the best species for chaos—creatures to be around," the girl thought to herself as she inhaled the invisible energy that beamed from every last being that walked the streets of New York City. She gazed down the road and could see how people began to set up lights and shops for the fair just a block away from the girl's apartment.

The girl could see the poster stuck to the building wall, declaring that the fair had been cancelled only to be replaced with an exposition instead. It would be held by a Mr Howard Stark of the Stark Industries in four days. The girl smiled as she read the poster before walking into the building, knowing that she would be there in four days together with her friend.

As the girl walked up the small stairs towards the door of her room, she could not help but think back to the days where she needed to control the humans to make them reek of the same amount of chaos—energy as they did seconds ago. She had to work hard, make the men fight in wars, fight their friends, sacrifice other human beings. It was a period of her time that the girl would like to forget.

The girl had never enjoyed violence, but the time she first arrived on Earth had been one of the worse years in her life. The girl had slaved hard to take control of the powers that coursed through her veins, and once she thought she would be able to do anything, she tried to find the man that helped slaughter her friends, brothers and sisters, her family and her mother.

The girl was the only chaos—creature left living that had been born with magical powers. There were, of course, other chaos—creatures out there, scattered all over the different realms. But the girl living in the city of New York was the only one left who could use the magic of chaos. The magic that, once upon a time, her people were known for.

Her people had once been a proud species, helping in wars and disasters as they could use their magic for different things. They could manipulate matter and create chaos where there were none. A simple touch of the palm could cause another to act out in chaos and anger. They told the truth that the other needed to know and made them act out their anger, but only if they wanted to.

Most chaos—creatures born with these magical powers had a mystical colour to them. A mysterious and slight coloured fog as they used their powers; some had grey, some had purple. Every family line seemed to have distinct colours; each member had the same colour as their family but in different shades.

It all seemed to have been perfect until one man changed the faiths of millions of chaos—creatures. The man had been the girl's father, a man who was born without these powers, and he hated everyone who had the privilege of being born to control the chaos.

The girl looked through the window and out at the crowded city, trying hard not to remember the worst day in her life. The day her people were slaughtered, the day she saw her own father kill her beloved mother. All she has ever wanted was to get revenge on the man who slaughtered her people, the man who was her father, but also the man who helped.

The man who stood side by side with the girl's father, the man who had allowed his army to slaughter innocent people only because he wanted to, the man who thought himself of as a king, she wanted them all to die for what they had done.

The girl shook her head, trying to get the thoughts, the memories out of her head, and clenched her hands. That day had been a long time ago, a few hundreds of years, four-hundred-and-sixty-four years to be exact. The girl had escaped the same day as the massacre. She disappeared into thin air, and the next second, she was standing in a field on the planet Earth.

On Earth, she needed to learn how to control her abilities, and since the atmosphere wasn't the same as back home, she needed to create chaos in order to survive. The girl had to keep doing this for a few hundred years, but then something unexpected happened; the humans started to produce more chaos as they had to endure changes in their ways of life. As society threw more choices their way, the more chaotic their brain would become, wondering more, asking questions more, and the girl needn't do as much as she had to keep living.

The girl had left Earth once before. Finally, after a few hundred years, she believed herself to have enough power to kill the man who had started the war that killed her people—the man who called himself the King of Asgard.

The girl had disguised herself, hiding who she was as she arrived at the Bifrost opening on Asgard. She had been impressed with herself, as the Bifrost Keeper Heilmdal himself had not seen her coming. As she walked past the guards, all she had to do was to touch their arm, just for one second, not even that long, and with a slight whisper, she uttered the words;

"Follow my order," and all of them were in her trance. As they walked up the stairs towards the royal palace, no one expected what would happen. The girl pushed open the large and heavy doors as if they had been pieces of paper, and the guards rushed in, fighting the few that the girl had not cast her spell on. The girl walked freely in the middle, her way towards the man sitting on the throne.

But, the girl failed in her revenge on the man. A dart came flying through the air and pierced the skin on her neck, making her fell limp to the ground. The dart had been filled with a potent tranquilliser, and once the girl woke up, she was imprisoned.

"Well, well, well," A voice echoed around her as she woke up. The girl stood up and dragged the fingers over the part of her neck that hurt more than the rest of her body.

"I like a strong woman, but you, you are something different. Trying to kill the King of Asgard like that," The man said, leaning against the pillar that held up the cell that they had put her inside. The girl sighed as she looked at the man. He was large, strongly built and had long blonde hair.

"Now that's just simply stupid," He continued as he looked up at the girl who had walked over to the glass that separated the two. She looked at him and gave away a smirk, indicating that she had something on her mind. The cell, she knew, had not been suited for kinds like her. But, since they had all believed her species to be dead, the girl knew that they did not have the means to keep her from using her magic.

"What are you smiling about, girl?" The man asked as he stepped away and crossed his arms over his chest. The girl looked at him; her smile faded away as he called her girl.

"My name's Diana," She whispered and clenched her hand slowly as she looked up at him, watching as he started to clear his throat, then slightly cough, then gasping for air as he clawed on his throat.

"Not girl, not lady, not miss, it's Diana," She said, and with her other hand, she held it out onto the glass, and before anything else happened, the glass broke into a million pieces. She stepped down from the cell and looked at the man. She bent down to him as he now were on his hands and feet, too week to do anything to stop her.

"You're... a chaos... creature..." The man forced his voice past the thinning airways in his throat and looked at Diana, who smiled at him, pressing her lips against his ear as she breathed out her last words to him.

"The one and only," And the girl then disappeared into thin air, back to Earth, and the pressure around the man's throat eased up, letting him breathe air again.

Diana sighed and shook her head at the memory of her failure. She had not been able to avenge her dead sisters and brothers, but she was sure to avenge her mother's death.

Later that night, the girl mustered up all of her courage and went to confront the man who killed her mother, Perseus, her father. But, instead, she found Perseus in a pub on Asgard, hiding away behind the liquor. It had been a long time since she was last on Asgard, and she, as last time, went undetected.

Diana watched the man drink away the money he had collected from the King of Asgard, the man who helped Perseus kill off every magical chaos—creature. For three days, the girl watched the man with angry eyes, and once the man left to sleep off the days of drinking, the girl followed him to his room. That night Perseus died, and the girl could feel the pressure around her heart ease up as Diana knew that the man no longer existed to cause any harm to anyone.

"Hecaté?" The name slipped Perseus' mouth as he noticed the shadow enter his rooms, and in anger at the name he had called her, she slit his throat in two. She used her dead mother's dagger, something the girl had found on her mother's body the day of the massacre. The girl dried off the fresh blood on her thigh as she gazed upon the dead man, and through gritted teeth, she uttered her last words to the man.

"It's Diana,"

The second after, the girl disappeared from the dead Perseus' rooms and appeared in her apartment back on Earth. The second she arrived, the girl opened the window and inhaled the chaos in the air of a Friday night in New York City. It reeked of sweet chaos, and Diana could feel her strength coming back. The girl never knew that it would take so much force to teleport from Earth to Asgard as much as it did.

"I must train more for next time, I need to be prepared, and I need to consume more chaos before travelling to be able to finish what I've started," Diana muttered to herself as she rested her arms on the window sill. She gazed out; the night was still young when living in New York, even if the time was past eight.

The girl then remembered that there was supposed to be an exposition with the renowned Howard Stark, the C.E.O. of Stark Industries.

Diana exhaled, and she watched the lights of where the fair should have been but now had been replaced with Stark's exposition. The girl was too weak to stay up for as long as the show would last, yet the knock on the door made her remember the promise she had made.

"Diana, I know you're in there!" A voice echoed from behind the locked door, and Diana could not help but sigh before closing the window.

"Vicky, I'll be right there," The girl said as she started to take off the blood-splattered clothes that she had been wearing when she killed Perseus. Diana picked out the first dress her hand could find in her wardrobe and pulled it on.

"Hurry up, or we'll be late!" The girl's voice escaped from behind the door, louder than expected. Diana jumped around as she tried to fasten the clip of her heels. When she was done, the girl unlocked the door and walked over to her friend.

"You're just afraid that you won't be able to see that Stark if we don't get there in time," Diana laughed at the girl for having a crush on someone that the girl would never be able to have a relationship with.

"I can't help it, Di, I'm a romantic, and he's cute," Vicky said as she grabbed ahold of Diana's arm. The girl could not do anything but let herself be carried away from the door, out the building, and down the streets towards the exposition.

It did not take longer than a few minutes for the two girls to arrive at the expo and squeeze through the crowd of people. Diana bumped into a few bodies along the way as her friend dragged her closer to the stage, only so that Vicky could have a closer look at Howard Stark's handsome face.

One man she bumped into was in uniform. He was powerfully built and squared jawed. He was handsome, Diana thought, and his eyes lingered on her face longer than necessary, and the girl that the man was together with glared at Diana as she noticed the man looking at another girl.

Diana did not try to have men look at her.

As most chaos—creatures were, the girl was beautiful, which had been useful the first few hundreds of years, but Diana could not care less at the moment. The girl followed after Vicky, who was standing herself in front of a few people. Diana made a point of keeping a distance between her and the man. Or rather, the girl mentally said to herself, keep a distance between her and the other woman.

Diana focused on the stage as a voice announced the man who climbed onto the scene.

It was Howard Stark.