CHAPTER ELEVEN:
SHE HAS HEART

A GROAN FELL FROM HER lips as she came to. Her vision was blurry for a few moments before she went to move, only to stop when she felt herself unable to move her wrists and ankles. She panicked for a second before coming to a realization. Willow closed her eyes, regret starting to fill her system. She knew exactly where she was, and how it was that she had landed into the chair she was currently strapped to. Her jaw clenched for a moment before she opened her eyes.

     "Oh God." Willow whispered, her voice hoarse as she struggled to move her mouth. Every part of her body felt numb as she sat there, struggling to open her mouth and form words. She could feel the tears start to build up and she tried so hard to keep them back that when she actually spoke her voice was suffocating with the salt from the tears. She didn't want to look at whoever it was that was in the room. She didn't want to see the fear on their face, or the disappointment that radiated from their body. "It happened again, didn't it?" There was no answer, but she knew what it was. "What did I do?"

     Natasha Romanoff stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. She had seen what Willow looked like when Eloise and Liliya had brought her in. Now she was looking at the Willow she knew and for once Natasha didn't know what to say. The red haired woman pursed her lips for a moment, looking down at her feet before answering her. "You killed five people. All brutal. Except for the women―︎but even then you ripped their hearts out."

Immediately at the sound of Natasha's voice Willow wanted to cry even more. Listening to the sorrow that dripped into her words, even though she had tried her best to keep it out. Her heart broke at what the alien had forced her to do, and she wished that she could go back and control herself, keep the demon inside and keep those people alive. She jerked against the restraints in a fit of rage, not noticing the way that Natasha winced at the action. Willow forced herself to relax, keeping her jaw clenched as she forced her rage to clam down. Rage was what drove the monster, and fear. And that's all that was radiating from Natasha.

     She could feel the demon clawing at her insides again. She clenched her fist, keeping herself in as much control as she could muster. But the demon was blood thirsty. Hungry for more. Willow grimaced, her face contorting into pain, grabbing Natasha's attention. She was quick to come closer, trying not to panic. "What's wrong?" She asked. She wanted to reach out, brush the fallen hair from Willow's face, but the sound of Willow's pained voice stopped her.

     "Don't." She violently shook her head, a gasp falling from her lips as she felt the demon attach itself, starting to gain control over her once again. She was trying so desperately to pull back the blanket that the alien was ripping off of her. She could feel the warmth start to leave her body as it always did when the alien took control of her. A tear trickled down her cheek as she slowly turned her head to look at Natasha, nothing but fear in her dark eyes. "I can't control myself," she whispered, her voice pleading. "You need to go away, before I hurt you."

     Natasha's heart broke at the pain and fear that ricocheted in Willow's voice. She took a step closer, shaking her head as she allowed the emotion to fade from her body. The realization that fear fed the demon was something that had dawned on her way too late. She wished that she could help Willow, that she could just reach in her hand and rip out the thing that was attached to her. But she knew that she couldn't do that, so instead she opted to reassure her. "You won't hurt me. I know hoe to protect myself."

     "Not against me you don't." Willow whispered and then she was being taken over. Her hand ripped free of the restraint, clasping it tightly around Natasha's throat and making her choke. Natasha struggled in her iron grip, watching as she ripped herself free from the rest of the restraints. Her eyes were simply black, veins rippling underneath her skin as an evil smirk fell on her lips with her razor sharp teeth being revealed.

     "You will try to save her. And you will fail. Over and over again you will fail because there is no way to get rid of me. I am a disease―︎an infection that cannot be rid of. You and you're people will try. But you won't succeed. She is part of me, as I am part of her. You take me away, you kill her." The demon cocked it's head slightly, reading Natasha's eyes. "You care for her don't you?" Then the demon was throwing Natasha across the room, allowing the assassin to inhale deeply as a hand gently wrapped around her throat. She watched the demon with anger. "Little Natasha Romanoff―︎caring about someone other than herself?" The demon stalked forward's, kneeling down in front the woman and reaching forwards to gently caress her face. She smiled as Natasha tried to move away. "What's so special about her? Does she intrigue you? Do you want to study her?"

     Natasha clenched her jaw, inhaling deeply as she met eye to eye with the alien. "She has heart." And then Natasha was grabbing the back of her neck and quickly slamming her head against the wall. The alien was quick to stand up, but Natasha was faster. She wrapped her legs around Willow's body, turning into the widow she was trained to be. She wrapped her legs tightly around Willow's neck, spinning before using her strength to flip Willow's body over her own, hold out her hand as she shot one of her Widow bites, resulting in Willow's body to convulse in electrocution.

     When the convulsions stopped and Willow was knocked out, Natasha carefully made her way over to her unconscious body, kneeling down beside of her and slowly pushing the hair from her face. "I'm sorry," she whispered before standing up just as some agents came in in order to take Willow and put her somewhere safe so that she couldn't hurt anyone else.