White flooded her vision; muffled voices of concern rang in her ears. It felt as if she were submerged beneath water, nothing was clear and there was a weight covering her entire body. God, she needed to breathe, but she couldn't force enough energy to suck in the air. The darkness was calling to her again, begging for her to come back.
Yes. Sleep sounded good now.
A figure appeared, a gentle face covered by a surgical mask.
"…Mina…don't….a mistake…dead." She wasn't sure if she wanted to hear the man's words in their entirety. They didn't sound pleasant. Did she know him? She felt like she did, yet she had no memory. There was absolutely nothing in the void she found herself in. Ah there it was, the darkness again. It was whispering promises of eternal peace and freedom, how tempting it was. Something so soothing couldn't possibly hurt, right?
Right. Without another thought, she drifted away, sinking deeper, and her vision began to fade again.
The doctors and scientists stood around her body, the heart monitor falling flat. It was completely silent, their experiment had failed. It had been an attempt at something extraordinary that would eventually lead to a change in the way people live. Isn't that how it usually goes?
"Call it." The head scientist, and the one performing the surgery, said.
"Shouldn't we do…something? We just killed one of our colleagues." Another scientist in the room.
"She knew the risks. This was a failure, and we will move on. We'll get it right eventually." Swiftly removing his bloodied gloves, the doctor's eyes scanned the room. Two nurses and three scientists, all of which had tired faces, this procedure had taken a lot out of everyone. His gaze fell upon the woman on the operating table, and he laid a hand on her dark, chocolate locks. "It's a shame, you would have been great."
Turning to leave, a sound of metal hitting metal caused a shock to run down his body. Or was it the gasps of fear that erupted from everyone in the room? Slowly, he turned back around and let out a heavy breath.
Medical instruments were lifted into the air, each sharp and dangerous. For a moment, it was pure wonder in his eyes. The scalpel glistened in the light as it turned and floated, it was like magic.
The woman, Mina, was still unconscious. Her body, however, was not. It began healing at a rapid pace. Bones reformed and merged together, skin was growing and looked flawless, and her hair had even grown back in the one area. Her head, which once had a large hole, skull broken into pieces, was healed. One wouldn't even be able to tell something had invaded her mind and toyed with her for a silly experiment.
"What do we-" The nurse's voice was cut off, the sound of metal tearing into flesh replacing it. Every object that had been in the air found a victim to attack, and one by one the bodies fell to the ground. Blood pooled together on the floor, a grizzly scene for anyone to come upon. The room stayed silent, not a soul living for some time.
In the upper levels, S.H.I.E.L.D. director Nick Fury had a feeling something was off. Calling for two guards, the trio made their way to the operating room. Nick was cool, collected, and was expecting to see a nervous scientist with a dead woman on the table. In truth, Nick had wanted the research to be more thorough before any real experimentation was done. However, he had relented and was surprised to hear Mina had volunteered herself. She was usually a quiet girl, doing as she was told and never stepping out of line. She'd never make it far in the S.H.I.E.L.D. ranks that way, but he had liked her.
They had finally reached the room, and the security access was cleared. Nick was not expecting to see every scientist and nurse dead. The room was deathly silent, and all the three living beings could do was stare. Then, a beeping sound was heard, then another, and another. The heart monitor was going off at a steady rate, Mina was alive.