Rize was left alone as she looked out the window. The sound of the engine starting could be heard from where she stood. She kept watching until Taskmaster's car disappeared from her view, before turning away and walking toward the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.
There were a lot of things running through her mind from being transported here, to being tortured, to the dead reality of having her arms and legs cut off. She needed to relax and calm herself down, and tea was something she knew could help with that. Once she felt better, she could plan out what she wanted to do next.
As she brought the teacup near her pink lips, her tongue touched the warm, sweet liquid. She sipped it slowly, trying to enjoy every slip of it
Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she immediately dropped the cup from her hand. The cup hit the ground, shattering into many pieces and spilling the liquid everywhere.
Rize, meanwhile, brought a hand to her mouth as she crouched down and vomited the little tea she had drunk.
Aha," Rize let out a small chuckle as a faint smile formed on her face. But the smile didn't reach her eyes. Her gaze carried the weight of sudden realization as she muttered to herself,"I forgot… I'm a ghoul now."
Her voice cracked slightly as the words left her lips. She slowly stood up from the floor and dusted off her clothes. Glancing briefly at the mess she had made, she turned away from it without a second thought.
Instead, her steps carried her toward the armory—Taskmaster's armory. The one he had explicitly told her not to touch.
But if someone tells you not to do something... doesn't that make you want to do it even more?
With a smirk tugging at her lips, she gripped the door handle. It opened surprisingly easily, though it was clear from the reinforced structure and heavy mechanisms that it was never meant to be opened easily at all.
Well, it wasn't a problem anymore—at least, not to her.Rize stood at the threshold, staring into the room filled wall-to-wall with weapons. Everything from handguns to swords, explosives to throwing knives… if it could kill, it was here. A wide grin spread across her face as her eyes gleamed, dancing across the deadly collection like a kid in a candy store.
She already had ideas—plans. Things she was going to do in an hour, maybe less.And for that, she needed to gear up.
By the time she was done, she had holstered two handguns on either side of her waist and strapped a pair of short swords to her back in a crisscross formation. She slipped on a black shirt, tucked neatly into slim black pants, and threw on a crimson-red jacket that flowed just past her hips, concealing most of her weapons while still allowing easy access.
A black half-mask covered the lower half of her face, leaving only one eye exposed—the eye that shimmered with dangerous excitement.
The jacket hid the swords and guns perfectly. Stylish. Deadly. Ready.
She was ready.
As she made her way out of the safehouse and toward one of the cars Taskmaster kept in the garage, Rize smirked to herself. She was going to "borrow" it for a little solo outing—strictly unauthorized, of course.
Starting the car, Rize drove it out of the garage, gripping the wheel with surprising ease. 'Thank god I remember how to drive from my previous life,' she thought with a grin, the engine humming beneath her.
She made her way toward the sewer system of New York. If her fractured memories were right and if those old YouTube videos about Marvel were to be believed then she had a good source of food waiting down there. One no one wanted. One no one cared about.