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Opening my eyes, I quickly shut them again, due to the large, bright light shining right above me. I turn my head to the side and then wince from the pain shooting its way down my spine. I groan from the pain and then stop once it subsides. I try to lift my arms but I can't. I look down to see restraints on my arms, legs, and torso, holding me against the bed. I struggle again, trying to break free.
"Ah, you're awake." I hear a voice say.
Slowly opening my eyes, completely aware of the light now, I wait for my pupils to adjust to everything. In front of me, stands a tall man, with crisp gray hair, and a slight goatee. He's wearing a lab coat, a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, and has his hands clutched behind his back.
"Welcome," he says to me, with a slight nod of his head.
"Where am I?" I ask slowly and somewhat quietly.
"Now why would I tell you that?" he asks rhetorically. "No, you are not going to learn very much from me, however, I can tell you that I am going to learn quite a lot from you, about you."
"Oh really? And why do you think there is actually anything to learn about me?"
"Because I know what you are." He says, stepping closer to me.
"And what am I?" I respond, keeping my cool.
"You, my dear, are an 0-8-4. An object of unknown origin. At least, that's what SHIELD likes to call you."
"How do you know that?"
"I know a lot of things, my dear. Except for a few specific things. For example, why are you classified as an 0-8-4? Where are you from? How did you get to be the way you are?"
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm afraid that I can't help you answer any of those questions."
"Maybe not right now, but that is why we are going to have a little bit of fun and see if maybe later, we'll get some answers."
"I wouldn't do anything too drastic." I tell him.
"And why is that?"
"Because of my team. By now they know that I'm gone and they'll stop at nothing to get me back. They'll take down every last one of you before you can even think about how to take them out."
"Is that so?" He sneers, "Well then. I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
He steps over to a large machine that I don't recognize and pushes a few buttons. The bed I'm on tilts so that I'm at more of an angle. He grabs some wires with little pads on the ends and then sticks them all over my body. He sticks a few of them of my face, my arms, my legs, and then rips open my shirt, sticking a few on my chest.
"What are you doing?" I ask him, trying to squirm free from the wires being attached to my body.
"Just a little experiment," he says to me, and then walks back over to the machine. He presses a few more buttons and I feel a large wave of electricity run through my body. I scream out loud from the pain making its way through my body, my back arching against the bed. Once the excruciating pain subsides, I fall back against the bed, breathing heavily. A second later, more pain runs through my body, and I can't help but scream out again. When the pain goes away, I fall against the bed, and everything around me goes black once more.
*3 weeks later*
"We've been at this for weeks now," the man in front of me says, sounding irritated, "Just show me how your powers work," he exclaims, as he stands in front of the machine that sends electricity through my body whenever he wants.
"I said, I don't know," I reply through clenched teeth, trying to recover from the latest shock. "Now let me go." I try to move, but I can't. Sometimes I forget that I'm strapped down. The pain is so high, that nothing else really seems to register in my mind.
"Not a chance," the man sneers, "not until we get the information that we want."
"I told you when you first brought me here, I've told you a million times since then, and I'll tell you again until this is done, I don't know. I don't how I do what I do. It just sorta happens." I tell him shakily, trying to stay calm.
"Well we want to know how you are able to do that. Where did your powers come from?"
"I don't know. I was born with them. They're a part of me."
The man smiles, "You see, that's what I wanted to hear. It's a part of your DNA. That gives us something that we can work with."
"Are you going to let me go now?"
"Of course not. We're going to keep you here for a little bit longer. Run a few more tests. Test a few more theories."
"No! You have to let me go! I've already been here long enough!" I struggle against the restraints. "I'm not some test subject! I'm a human being!"
"No!" he shouts angrily at me, "You, are an 0-8-4. An object of unknown origin. We need to figure out how you can do what you do. We need to see what you can do."
"You wanna see what I can do?!" I close my eyes and take a deep breath, concentrating as hard as I can. I really hope that this works. Undo the restraints. I think to myself, my eyes still closed.
After a moment, I hear the man scream in pain, but after a second, he stops. I open my eyes again and then watch as he stands up and walks towards the bed. He slowly undoes the restrains on my hands, and then my feet. I carefully slide off of the still tilted bed and stand in front of him, one hand resting on the bed to steady myself. All that electricity really took its toll on me. I spend a moment to remove any of the wires that didn't fall off when I stood up. That's when I really take notice of the little bruises lingering on my body, from where each little pad had been.
When I look back at the man in front of me, just standing there with no expression on his face, I realize what I have done to him. I back slowly away from him, breathing heavily. Now, you aren't going to follow me. And once I'm gone, you'll destroy everything you have on me and forget about me. Understand? I say in my head.
He nods his head.
"Good," I say, this time out loud. I back up towards the door and turn the handle, pushing the door open and bolting from the room, trying to locate the exit of the building.
Before I can get too far, a guard corners me. He has his gun up and pointed at me. I manage to use the maneuver that Ward taught me and get the gun out of his grasp, and I point it at him. He looks at me nervously, and then puts his hands up in the air. Instead of shooting him, I leap forward once more and knock him upside the head with the butt of his own gun. When he falls to the ground, I continue to make my way through the building, looking around for the exit.
As soon as I find the exit, I run as fast as my legs can carry me. I have to get out. I can't stay here. I have to go somewhere else. I have to go somewhere safe.
But there is no where safe enough for me to go. I just know it. Everyone will be in danger if I try to stay safe with them.
I have no one. I have no where safe to go. I have to run.
Standing just outside the place I have been held captive for the last three months, I look all around me, trying to find somewhere that is even the littlest bit safe for me to just duck down until I can figure out a plan. There is nowhere close enough that I can see, so I do the only thing I can do. Run.
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