Kaitlynn wakes up with a gasp, ignoring the painful throbbing on the side of her head, turning her head to the side she sees that Max is gone.
"Good your awake." A voice says, Kaitlynn turns her head to see Dr. James standing over her by a machine.
"What did you do with Max?" She asks pulling on her restraints, James grins evilly at her.
"If I were you I would be less worried about your friend and more about what I have planned for you." He says, it was at that moment she realizes that she has dozens of wires hooked all over her body and a small amount of water on the table she's laying in.
"What are you going to do?" Kaitlynn asks as she struggles harder against her restraints. Her eyes never leaving James as he walks closer to her holding a syringe filled with a dark blue liquid. She tries to move away from him but he grips the side of head tightly and injects the fluid into the small pouch on the side of head. "What is that?! What did you do!?" she yells trying to hide her fear.
"Just a little something to help with the transition." He says
"Transition? What are you-" the rest of her sentence is cut off when the liquid is absorbed into her head. She tenses in pain as it feels like her head is being split in half.
"Now. Please state your name and who you work for." James says as easily as if she wasn't being tortured and just getting interviewed for a job.
"Kaitlynn Robinson. I'm an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D." she says breathlessly, James grins before pushing a button on the machine he was standing by, sending a shock of electric currents through Kaitlynn's body. Kaitlynn bites back a scream. James laughs before letting go of the button, cutting off the current leaving a breathless blonde.
"What's your name and who do you work for?" James asks again as he injects her with more of the blue liquid. When she answers the same as before he turns the dial up and hits the button. They continue this process for hours, days and weeks but the end result is still the same. Her name is Kaitlynn Robinson and she works for S.H.I.E.L.D.
James sneers at he kills the electricity, before walking out. Kaitlynn faintly hears the sound of James and another man arguing through the door.
"I hired you because of your results." A voice says "And yet there are none."
"She has proven a difficult test subject…but I assure you that you will have your results." James says, almost sounding afraid of the other voice.
"I want results by the end of this month." The voice says, she doesn't hear the rest of the conversation but a few minutes later James walks back in carrying a few containers of pink liquid.
"You have been the most frustrating patient I have ever had." James mutters "But I will get results." He growls before walking over to her and injecting the blue liquid into the pouch before none to gently injecting her with the pink in her arm. Kaitlynn screams in pain, her head feeling like its being split in two while the rest of her body feels like its being burned alive.
She faintly hears James explaining what's going on through her screams.
"I've injected you with two different drugs. The blue has been absorbed into your brain and is currently attacking your hippocampus while the pink attacks the nerves making you in large amounts of pain.
"Wh-Why are you do-doing this?!" she cries out, James smiles
"I'm just following orders…and well I like seeing other people in pain." He laughs, Kaitlynn continues to scream as the pain intensifies before blacking out.
When she wakes up James is standing over her with a sick smile.
"Good to see you alive." He says, Kaitlynn looks around the room not feeling quite so alive at the moment. "Please state your name and who you work for." He says
She stares at him for a moment trying to figure out an answer to his question, feeling like its just on the tip of her tongue.
"Kaitlynn. My name is Kaitlynn." She says unsure, James scowls
"And who do you work for?"
"An Agency…We help people…S.H.I.E.L.D.?" She says, her brows furrowed as to why its so hard for her to remember. She lets out a groan of pain when she pushes harder only to feel like she was getting a dozen paper cuts then dowsed in lemon juice. "I can't remember." She mutters.
James stares at her for a moment like she's a frog waiting to be dissected. "Hmmm progress…but its not enough." He says before injecting her with both the pink and blue liquid sending her to a whole new level of pain.
They continue this process for weeks before finally one day Katlynn remembers nothing.
"Good. Good. Now onto the Phase 3." He grins, he motions with his hands towards the door and four guards walk in "Unstrap her, get her cleaned up and fed. We have a big day in front of us tomorrow." He says before walking out.
The guards unstrap her and have to practically carry her out of the room since she can barely stand form being strapped down for so long. The guards hand her to a couple of girls who help her get cleaned up and fed while they stand outside guarding her. When she's finishing with the tasteless grey mush that they call food, the guards walk back in and drag her to another room. They chain both of her arms above her head before leaving her.
Kaitlynn silently studies the room, a feeling of déjà vu coming over her when she looks over to the other side, getting a feeling like someone else should be here with her, yet she can't remember. When she tires she's met with an extreme amount of pain.
She doesn't know how much time has passed since she's been locked in the room, but she stands up straight when the door opens. Four guards walk in and unchain her, but her attention isn't on them its at the man behind them. She doesn't know who he is but she knows what she feels. Hate, pure and simple hate. The man smiles at her before turning around and walking out, the guards walking around her with two in front of her and two behind her.
They lead her to another room, the room was slightly larger then the one she was in before and had a mat covering the ground. At one end of the room stands a man around 6 feet tall and looks like the Rock on steroids. Kaitlynn looks at the man questionably. The man motions to one of the guards who then walks up and opens a case that she didn't notice he was holding. The man opens the case and pulls out a robotic hand.
"Give me your arm." He orders, nodding to her arm that's missing a hand. When she refuses the other guards move forward and force her to hold out her arm to him. Kaitlynn watches as the robotic hand is put in front of her arm where her hand once was, she watches as the hand clicks and turns before wrapping itself around the stub of her arm, locking in place. As soon as the hand gives a final click the guards release her, Kaitlynn stares down at her new hand in amazement, bending it and moving it around to find that it works just like a real hand.
She's broken out of her amazement when the man speaks again
"Fight him." He orders, Kaitlynn glares at him and stands straighter with her hands balled at her sides.
"No." she says, the man sneers before motioning to the guards who push her forward almost sending her falling face first on the matt. Once she regains her balance she stands and turns to look at him.
"Fight."
"No."
"Fine." He says before looking at the man behind her and nodding his head. Kaitlynn turns around and barely has time to duck when at the flying fist coming at her face. She ducks under the man's arm and rolls until she's back up on her feet. Before the man can turn around she swipes his feet out from under him and pins him down by his throat with her forearm.
"Good. Now was that so hard?" the man from before asks with a creepy smile. "Now kill him." Kaitlynn shakes her head before pushing herself up off the man. The man gasps for air as he rolls away from her before standing up. "Kill him or suffer the consequences." He says angrily, when she still doesn't respond and continues to stare at him, he waves his hand at the guards before walking out. Kaitlynn watches as the three guards produce cattle prods from their belts. Before she can react she receives an electric shock from behind sending her sprawling onto the ground, followed by a number of punches, kicks and shocks.