Days, weeks, maybe even months have passed. I lost track of time. These bright white walls housed me for who knows how long. I don't remember the last time I have been out. I don't remember the last time I've seen the sun.
Couple times each day, I would be prodded, tested on. I always wondered why me? Why do I have to go through this? Was it because of what I was able to do? I wasn't anyone of importance and yet they took me. Lifeless, that's how I felt. There was nothing I could do, but stare at these forsaken walls until I'm swept away into another room of torture.
The only time I heard others was when I was at another place. Two others were alongside me; going through the same torture. Sometimes, they would talk to me. I never saw them, only knew their names and voices. We would often talk through the thin walls. Even though they were thin, it was practically indestructible. It was comforting to know I'm not alone, but at the same time I felt sad. No one deserved to be put through this pain. They helped me, gave me hope. They told me once they have it under control, they would come for me. Then, I was swept away. I never felt so alone.
The door opened as a man in scrubs with a surgical mask and two burly men came in, closing in on me. I knew it was useless to fight back or scream. I've done it all and it just made the pain so much worse. I took comfort in silence, not letting them know how much it hurt. The burly men pulled me up and proceeded to drag me away. The first time I fought back earned me a good slap in the face. Each time I did, the pain grew worse. So, I stopped.
A needle pricked my neck as I succumbed into darkness.
"Preparations are done sir," a faraway voice said. I rapidly blink, trying to get used to the bright lights above me. My eyes shot open as I notice who was hovering above me. The doctor stood over me, a needle in his gloved hand. My fists tightened as I struggled to get out of the restraints. He quickly jabbed the needle in my neck and I felt the effects take over as my vision blurred. My struggling ceased.
"Good. We can commence the sequence," the doctor notified. "Start the process," I heard a faint buzzing sound near the side of my head. Fear pulsed through my veins as I tried to move. Tears poured out of my eyes. Where are they? They promised. My vision started to fade. The last thing I heard was gunshots and a faraway voice.
"Everything's going to be alright," a voice reassured me as the world faded into darkness.
Author's Note:
Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Thank you for taking the time to check this story out. This is the first time I have written fanfiction!
What will happen next? Will she be saved? Or is it another round of torture? All shall be revealed soon! Stay tuned!
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Disclaimer:
I do not own any Marvel characters. However, I own my characters.