There was blood; a lot of it. The smell of leather was also right under my nose, as there were thick, wide straps. They covered my mouth to hold back my screams, and were wrapped painfully tight around my arms in two places, my thighs and shins, my ankles, and one strapped across my chest and lower stomach, right across my hips. Slashes were cut into my wrists and stomach, and there were needle marks in random places where they could find veins. I could feel the anger coursing through my very blood, the feeling making me lose control over my actions. What did they inject me with?! I screamed out in pain, but the sound was muffled from the leather. They rushed around me with clipboards, noting down my reactions and how I writhed upon their table, just a guinea pig in their experiments. A loud, echoing ripping noise shattered the chatter and commotion among them, and instantly I could tell that they were scared out of their wits. A harsh, cruel laugh broke from my lips and I sat up.

I jumped out of my flashback with a start, throwing my sketchbook to the floor and my pencil rolling away from me. I had allowed myself to fall too far into my thoughts again. Sighing, I gathered my sketchbook up and dusted it off, examining what I had drawn. There was the Cliffside, like I had originally planned, but now there was a body, and blood. I snapped it closed and returned it to my rucksack, walking over to my pencil.

As I bent down to pick it up, I felt a presence behind me and stiffened up, my whole back going rigid and locking me in place. I cursed myself silently, grabbing my pencil quickly and straightening up but not turning around fully.

"Lysander Gray," a voice said. It was deep and obviously a man. "I'm here to speak to you about the Avengers Initiative."