Electricity coursed through the room as screams filled the air.

A child was strapped to a table, twitching and screaming. The child's body was bleeding, burned and bruised head to toe. Their hair was tattered and bloody. Cloths dirty and torn.

The child continued to scream and plead for them to stop. The child felt like their body was being torn apart but the scientists didn't care. They just watched and recorded.


Peter stared off towards his ceiling. He couldn't sleep, his mind wouldn't let him. He couldn't stop thinking that something was off, but what?

Peter turned to his side, hoping it may help him sleep, but the attempt was futile.

He stared out of the large windows in his room. He wanted to go on patrol but Uncle Bruce isn't letting him until tomorrow. He was left to watch the city skyline as it teased him.

Giving up in trying to sleep Peter threw his sheets off and headed to the kitchen to make himself some hot chocolate.

Hopefully, the sinking feeling in his gut will go away buy then.


And that is the end of chapter 17. The story begins to unravel. Sorry for the short chapter. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

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Life has been hectic, in England we are officially on lockdown and it's been hard for me personally to be stuck in my home. I don't exactly have the best relationship with my family, especially with my mother and being stuck in my home has been really affecting my mental health, my panic attacks have been becoming more common (Had three on Tuesday and managed to cry myself into one last night), it's why I loved school, it was a way for me to get away for long periods of time. but I'll survive I think, I have amazing friends to help me and I've finally had the courage to contact my schools and get in contact with a counsellor on 'kooth' that I highly recommend for teens/young people who are struggling. Sorry for just dumping that on you.