Chapter 1: 17T
He trembled. His small, alabaster hands shook as they grabbed at his long, chestnut hair in a grip so tight, he thought he would rip it right out of his head. Bony knees knocked together as he backed against his corner of the room. He cringed back as chubby fingers poked him, the owner of said fingers laughing cruelly as he did. Wide amber eyes stared at the ground, tears falling at a steady pace while the doctor taunted and harassed him.
"Come now, little one, don't you want to play?"
The room grew silent. He didn't want to play; not with the doctor, not with anyone. Playing meant he would be hurt, and he did not want to be hurt anymore. The doctor seemed to grow impatient with him but the man couldn't bring himself to move. He dare not move; not breathe. Those venomous black eyes pinned him to the ground, thoroughly petrifying him.
"17T, get over here. Now."
17T flinched. The doctor sounded angry. Biting back a whimper, the small man forced himself to move his shaking form. His body quaked with nervousness as the doctor gave him a wolfish grin, patting his legs, calling him like one would call a dog.
"There then. Was that so hard?" The older man cooed, smiling wickedly.
17T cried out as the chubby man grabbed him around the waist, squeezing the already bruised torso tightly. He could feel the sting of previously broken bones rubbing together, making his head spin. The small man struggled weakly as he felt himself be thrown on the bed, head smacking against the wall painfully.
The small man sat up dazed, vision blurring around the edges. As he looked into the cold, black eyes of the doctor, the terror he felt built up inside him.
Then he felt it.
He felt something rear up in the back of his mind. Something dark and animalistic. He pushed it down, knowing the consequences would be much worse than what was about to happen.
"P-p-please. N-no!"
The quiet words sent a wave of pleasure down the doctor's spine. Having the man underneath him, completely at his mercy was arousing and overpowering. The doctor felt like a higher power, the fate of the small male in his hands. The beer-bellied doctor took in the sight of the small patient. His wide fearful eyes stared up at him in pleading, small pink lips quivering as he tried to choke out words.
"P-p-please. N-no! PLEASE!"
The patient ended in a scream, his pants forcefully shredded from his skinny body, leaving him nude under the doctor. The large man licked his lips as he pounced on the poor man. Soon enough, the town heard the blood curdling screams of patient 17T.
17T sat in his corner, trying to fight the darkness all around him. The shadows took shapes when he was alone. They taunted him crowding around him and blinding him from the outside world. 17T only had one solace, a small, dirty window too high up for him to see through. The tiny window above him only provided so much light, letting 17T see the room he was in.
White.
White was a curse to 17T, sucking the life out of him. He needed colors, something to take away the white. The cold, black orbs that usually stared at him only added to his fear of not having any colors. So he scratched. Scratched at his body until the blood flowed from his wounds, pooling on the floor around him. Red was a poor substitute, but he would rather have red then no red at all. Then, he would smear the red anywhere he could. On the walls, on himself. Anything to get rid of the wretched white that haunted his dreams.
His voices would get angry when he hurt himself. 17t – Anthony Edward Stark- was sent to the hospital after being abducted at age ten. His family had refused to pay the ransom, leaving poor Anthony to his captors fantasies. For two years, Anthony was beaten and raped until they had decided to be rid of him. The police had found the boy bleeding out in an alley from a stab to the stomach.
While he was there, the voices came. Anthony had named them, wanting something to hold onto. If he had them, he wouldn't be alone in the dark. He didn't want spend his days alone in the dark.
The first to come was Steve. Steve was there to comfort Anthony when he had been beaten by his captors. Steve's deep voice reminded him of his father, calming and soothing the boy's hurt. Natasha, the only female - reminded him of his mother. She soothed him along with Steve when the bad men decided to 'play' with their captive. She sang him lullabies, helping Anthony sleep at night.
Clint came next, the goofball voice to make Anthony smile on his worst days. His snarky attitude contrasted the others, making Anthony more relaxed when needed. Thor was the voice that told him stories and gave him a boost when he was down. The brother he had always wanted, Anthony supposed. Bruce was the voice Anthony knew was the smartest. He would help Anthony remember. The soft yet deep voice helped him concentrate.
Lastly, came the most unstable of his voices, was Hulk. Hulk was the manifestation of Anthony's emotions. Hulk held all his pain and sadness. The rumbling voice came far less often than the others. When he did, Anthony paid the price.
Sometimes Anthony thought about himself. Crazy, they called him.
Crazy.
Crazy.
Crazy.
Mad. Estranged. Psycho. Unwell.
He heard the doctors when he was admitted into the hospital by his parents. "Schizophrenia" and "multiple personalities" the doctors told them. Anthony had heard these so many times, he believed them. Regardless of what his voices said, they knew they couldn't say otherwise.
Anthony tried, he really did, but he couldn't control Hulk. Sometimes Hulk would break and bad things happened. They would drag Anthony back, beating him and calling him a 'bad boy'. They told him he was a monster, that he deserved it. Anthony knew, in his childlike mind, that they were wrong. Sometimes Hulk just got mad, he didn't mean to. His voices asked why he defended Hulk, why he took punishments. Anthony loved Hulk, like he did the others, and he would protect him. Even if it means that he would be hurt.
Anthony was heard a new doctor was coming to treat him. He was afraid. He hoped the doctor would live through his time. He didn't think that Hulk could handle one more doctor, he hope he could survive one more doctor.
