A/n:For the time being, let's not get too comfortable with each other. We'll see how it works and continue from there, cool? Feedback however is appreciated, because obvious or not, this is my first fanfiction, and I want to know if I should do the world a favor and stop, or continue. I know the first chapter is short, and I know how much people hate short first chapters. Maybe that's the reason I did it?
Disclaimer: Nothing of Marvel's is mine unfortunately, but lucky for you my imagination is broad enough to create what you can't.
Shall we begin then?
Subject 23. That's all I remember. No before. Only during and after. And though the after is presently not nearly as painful as it was as my time as Subject 23, my life is still an experiment. Everything that I am now was created by people who aren't me: My name, my life, my humanity, my past.
I remember waking up in a terrifyingly bright room to a sharp pain in my arm. I remember them talking about the others, and how I looked so much more promising than all before me… Of course I did, lucky me.
"You know what they say, 23rd times the charm." I turn my head towards the voice. A dark chuckle resonates throughout my mind, one that will not only be forever ingrained in my memory, but will haunt my dreams. And the pain begins. I feel the thick liquid seep out of the needle and into my veins, traveling at a speed that was achingly merciless. My eyes finally adjust to the burning light, so I look down. The sight makes me scream. My veins are crawling with a circumstantial abhorring pink.
I remember trying with all my might to free myself but it is of course to no avail. I go through this repeatedly during my entrapment, always the same pink flooding my veins, and always the same eerie voice in command
"Once again." The strangers voice echoes. A needle is inserted into each of my arms, one with the pink substance, and the other with a clear liquid that sears ineffably. I am used to the pain now. I no longer care. I am what they want me to be. An experiment. "She will be ready soon."
I remember thinking for a short second,"Ready for what?", but the thought did not linger. I was indifferent at the time. But I should have been more attentitive, because then I would have been more ready for what they had arranged. Truthfully, though I would never admit it aloud, nothing would have prepared me for what they did.
Despite all of that pain and loneliness, what I remember most is the effect of being an experiment, and how it made me superior to all of you.
Adieu.
