My routine for the day is usually wake up, feel pain, sleep, or become unconscious. Sometimes they just leave me alone for a day or two. Sometimes they did things to me that I'm sure are even worse then death, but I don't dwell on it these days. They know not to mess with me now that I have these powers.
I hate that I can't remember anything from my past. Well I only remember a man, but I guess the amnesia came with the side-effects of the operations. I just wish I could get out of here and go find the man that is always on my mind. The only one who I can remember.
The man had messy brown locks. I remember always running my hands through them. The most charming blue eyes. Stars could be shone in them, but they also held a history of pain, guilt, and loss. His soft lips were surrounded by a bit of stubble and I can still feel his stubble on my face whenever he was with me. His strong arms were always tightly wrapped around my waist. I remembered his left arm was full metal and his right arm was real. I didn't care about that though, I was happy just being in his arms.
His name is James Buchanan Barnes, and he was my Bucky.
I don't know why or how I'm remembering these things, but I have a feeling we were together. Whenever I think about him, I feel happy and sad at the same time.
Happy that I was with him.
Sad that the key word is was.
I'm pretty sure I'm never going to see him ever again.
"Olivia, you okay?" Wade Wilson asked me. He was laying on the hospital bed besides me. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff." I sigh, looking up at the ceiling. I wanted out of these straps, but they'll probably kill me.
"Got a bucket list?" Wade asks and I smile at him. After everything we've been through, Wade can still have a sense of humor and being fun. That's what made me talk to him at first by cracking a joke myself and everything else is history.
"I'd really like to light a spliff off of the Olympic Torch." He said and a small chuckle escapes me. "Pass it to me right after." We hear Cunningham say from behind us. "Let's not forget naked tandem base jumping with the WNBA Sacramento Monarchs."
"Anything on my bucket list would involve public nudity." Cunningham says, causing me to roll my eyes, but smile nonetheless. Talking like this always were good times.
"Giving Meredith Baxter Birney a dutch oven." Wade smirks, causing me to let out a small groan of disgust. "Why Wade?" I chuckle quietly. "No, receiving a dutch oven from Meredith Baxter Birney." This caused me to look at the ceiling in disgust while Wade and the man, Cunningham laughed. "Making banana pancakes for my kids." Cunningham said forlornly. This made me feel bad for the man. He had kids and he was in a place like this. Being tortured nonstop while his kids are out there, not knowing at all.
"Vanessa. I wanna see Vanessa." I could hear the happiness in Wade's voice as he said her name. This made me smile. "Bucky. I want to meet Bucky." I whisper and before I knew it, the happiness was gone. My eyes flicker over to my right, past Wade's bed as I hear footsteps. Their operations on me, gave me the power to manipulate any mind I want, enhanced senses, speed, and invisibility. Also telekinesis. Yes I have a wide variety of powers as you can see. It's one of the reasons why they stuck wires into my head. I can't use my powers with them. If the wires weren't there, then they better wish they never captured me.
"Lovely. I don't know about anyone else, but I'm touched." Ajax, the man who runs the place said. He's the main reason I'm in here. He's the one who made me what I am. Made me forget everything important in my life and in my past. Oh when I get out of here, I'll have some fun with this fucker.
"We're just joking." Cunningham said nervously. I could tell the man was afraid and I couldn't blame the guy. He, along with the rest of us in this hell house, have been inhumanly tortured. Suffered through a lot of shit and pain. I just wonder how Wade and Cunningham will survive much more of this pain to get their powers.
"No, no. It's okay. I encourage distractions. Wouldn't want you giving up on us, now would we?" Ajax says sinisterly. "Hey, don't take any shit from him, Cunningham. How tough can he be, with a name like Francis." I look over at Wade curiously. "Francis?" Cunningham asks for the both of us.
"That's his legal name. He got Ajax from the dish soap." Wade laughs and I widen my eyes as I hear Ajax's or Francis's footsteps. "F-R-A-N-C-I, oops!" Wade grinned as Francis came into view. He looked very annoyed and it made me smirk in triumph at Wade's accomplishment. Lucky bastard he was.
"I snabbed the dry-cleaning tag off your lab coat. FYI, I could probably get you the super hero discount." Wade joked and I bite my lip from laughing out. "You are so relentlessly annoying." Francis said calmly. "Thanks. Never heard that before." Wade smiled.
"Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up? Or I'll sow your pretty mouth shut." Francis sneered and Wade chuckled. "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you. See, here's the problem with round-the-clock torture. You can't really step it up from there."
"Is that what you think?" Francis smirked. Francis ordered the guards to bring Wade and to follow him. I give Wade a concerned look as he's wheeled past me. He gives me a nod and a small smile and before I know it, he's no longer in my view.
That was the last time I saw Wade Wilson.
He was the only person around this dump that I could talk to and be comfortable around. We had a sister/brother type of relationship and I'm glad it was him.
"Okay doll," I quickly turn my head towards the man who called me that. I narrowed my eyes at him, who held a smirk on his ugly face. In his hands held a syringe, but I don't care. Only one man has ever called me that and you can guess who.
"Time for your daily." He chuckled and he forcefully turns my head the other direction. I can still see Wade's bed being wheeled away as the man injects the poisonous substance into my neck.
"Goodbye Wade." I mutter quietly as the drug takes hold of me, making me unconscious.
Edited: 4/24/17