TheLightBehindHerEyes- Don't be sad! D: It'll get better eventually. I haven't decided when but eventually.
She looked up at the man, Zola, as he looked through his tools. Her body felt caked in blood, bruises forming along her skin. He looked down at her through a small microscope, examining her eyes which had begun glowing hours ago. Every so often he'd check them and jot down some notes before turning the machine back on. He never stayed very long, she had learned he couldn't stomach his work very well. Zola tried though, he hated screaming but he didn't mind blood or making her skin crawl.
"Fraulein, I feel as though I will never make any progress with you." His stubby little fingers grazed her arm as he walked back down the table. He spoke often but never got a response anymore. "After you left us we found the weapons that could hurt you. 'Weapons of the gods' Schmidt calls them but it's nothing more than refined vibranium."
He grabbed a knife and sliced her thigh with it, examining the tissue. "So much denser than a mortal's." The skin instantly began weaving itself together again, leaving no trace of the wound. When they had taken the bullets out from her capture he had watched as her skin tried to stop any intrusion, her eyes glowed despite her unconscious state. He placed his hands against her cheeks, leaning her forehead up as he bent down to kiss it. "Truly you are a marvel, Fraulein." She looked at him with a face of complete disgust, her eyes returning to their hazel color. He leaned down to her ear, staring at his watch.
"Listen to me," he started in a hurried whisper, turning her chin so her head was closer to hers. She could feel his breath on her skin and feel droplets of saliva as he spoke. "Herr Schmidt is coming now. He wants to test you, do not scream, do not talk back to him, Fraulein."
Zola ran back to the switch and flipped it as the door swung open.
"She's a fine specimen!" The man said as he walked to the table, she bit the piece of plastic and tried to hold back her screams. He turned to Zola who turned off the switch without question. "Here I thought we needed to create a higher being but one has been walking among us."
Her eyes opened as the pain stopped. The man hovering over the table looked more like a melted crayon than a person. Schmidt took the piece of plastic out of her mouth and smoothed her hair down.
"Do you believe there is a way to harness her power? You must be close to finding it, she's been here for almost a month." Zola immediately looked flustered.
"I've been trying but her body is much denser than a mere mortal's. Her blood and tissues are different than ours." He walked up to the Red Skull, waving his hands. "She is truly a god, Herr Skull, everything she is she was born as. It's in her very genetic coding and I have no way replicate that."
"Erskine's serum created Captain America," he scoffed at the name of the latter. "We must create the next superhuman." The Red Skull lifted her face off the table and showed it to Zola. "You have the material. You have the tools. I want results, Zola."
They walked to the other side of the room, Schmidt's arm around the scientist's shoulder.
"We are losing the war. HYDRA needs results." He heard a light chuckle and saw her looking at them, a smile on her face despite the blood and bruises that danced across it. Her eyes lit up and her face began to heal itself. They looked at her, Schmidt staring in awe and Zola in horror. He walked over to her and tried rubbing the blood off her face before grabbing a rag from a nearby sink to remove it. His touch was rough and she tried to pull away. He bore his black eyes into her hazel ones.
"Can you believe she's two-hundred years old?" The scientist said, distracting him for a brief moment.
"I want her cleaned off. I will find a suitable partner for her, she cannot look like this in front of my men."
"Herr Skull, there's not enough research on her physiology for us to decide whether she could even carry a hybrid child…." He started, walking over to the table. "She worked for HYDRA for a century and we have no evidence that any prior tests worked."
"We need a new test then. A child with more human qualities could be easier to work on." He bent back down and his face turned away when she spat in his face.
"Over my dead body," she growled, snapping her head up with the veins around her eyes becoming prominent. He was flung against the wall by an invisible barrier with Zola quickly following him. "You will never touch me that way!"
A small dome covered her, a soft hymn emitting from it. Schmidt ran to the switch and flipped it, she shook on the table but she still tried to focus on protecting herself. She just had to keep up the shield until someone came. There was no telling how long that would be.
They just keep on coming, she could see little cracks in the shield beginning to form. The pulses got stronger until the shield fell around her like pieces of glass before disintegrating completely. Her screams drowned everything out around her as her eyes snapped shut. There was almost no feeling in her throat by the time they shut it off, her screams were nothing more than breaths of hot air by the end of it. She turned to see Schmidt laughing.
"It might take persuasion," he said, his fingers on the switch," but I'm sure we'll see you in that position very soon."
Screams filled the room again as he flicked his fingers. She looked up at Zola, his face distorted in fear and then to the Red Skull, who basked in his newfound power over the gods he had sought out.