Subject: Peter Benjamin Parker
Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown
If there is one thing that can always be counted on in prisons, is the fact that there is a rigid routine that must be followed. This happens to be a thing that prisoners, more often than not, have to endure without question. This partly has to do with the fact that there's not much else to do anyways- the second part has to do with the small fact that the prisoner's very survival is based on the whims of their captor. For those reasons alone, they are left to follow.
Needlessly said, Peter always knew what to expect.
He knew that he would be getting three meals a day (even if the food is revolting).
He knew that he would always have a place to sleep (despite the fact that the nights are freezing and concrete is more comfortable than the mattress).
He knew that he would have quality time with the scientists (lasers, pliers, and blades, oh my!)
He knew that there would be an enduring silence from his guards as well (that is not so bad as one would think- Einsteins they are not).
And the list goes on.
He knew.
He knew.
He knew.
Peter always knew.
That was, for him, the most torturous thing possible.
Every day was deja vu, and the days had begun to bleed together. Today is yesterday, tomorrow and the day after that. Day after day, it was all the same.
It was not long before he lost all sense of time.
It was horrid normalcy at its worst. Peter was losing his sanity in the endless mindlessness of his very own existence.
Not even the physical wounds that were inflicted on him had the same impact as the ones which were the product of his own mind. Locked in his cell for days on end (LikeABrokenAndForgottenToy-NoOneWantsToPlayWithHim), the outside world seemed like a distant dream. The same thoughts constantly circle around in his head, nothing to break the monotony.
Idleness was his greatest enemy, allowing his dark thoughts to take him over completely. He was lost. Lost in his own mind
(AndForeverGone).
Yet, it was a day, like any other day, when everything had changed.
Peter was lying upon his cot when he first heard shuffling and clanking of chains. It was soon accompanied by an indistinct grumble of voices, and the irritating buzz of a taser. A door slamming shut.
Then he heard something very unfamiliar.
It felt as though Peter's heart had dropped into his stomach. Sitting up so quickly, that he gave himself whiplash- his eyes' had widened in utter disbelief and his mouth gaping like a codfish, he stared at the wall next to his bed.
A quiet, but very feminine voice had cried out, "You can't keep me here!"
A day like any other- but a day so utterly unique.
Peter had gotten himself a neighbour.
A/N- Look- a plot! Or kinda. So sorry that this took forever- I have a long and extensive reason why it took so long, but I'll give you the short from; life happened.
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