Deadking : Thank you for your support. I'm just very tired and I recently travelled so did not have much time to write. I want to Canada by the way. Lovely country and the people here are incredibly courteous and nice. Loved it.
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The pain kept me up. There was no escape, no rest only pain. If I had to make a comparison, I felt like being bathed in a perpetually burning water. My whole body hurt and I do not know how to make it stop.Small flames were still around and with nothing else to keep my mind occupied, I observed them. Some were bright, other dimmer and a small minority were purple. I rapidly understood the purple one were dangerous. Every time a purple flame approached me, pain followed.
For the first time in my life I could not access my gift. Every time I tried to reach for it, to feel it, I felt a violent shock and blacked out. I had no other choices but accept I had been kidnapped and was experimented on.
Being kidnapped I could understand. I had, have, a lot of money and while not enough to really be considered rich, some desperate people could see me as a good target. For the experimentation? I was not sure. You do not have a gift such as mine and not get curious of what is hidden on the net.
I know the government and private companies have research done on mutants. Some bullshit about healing mutants or learn more about them. I also know most of them are interested in useful gifts such as the one used by the x-men. I mean who would not want a security detail able to teleport VIP out of ambushes or a mercenary force with cyclop laser? My gift? It's barely interesting as it is. Sure I can interact with code at impressive level and write as I breath but in the end it's, at best, a support.
Anyway, as time passed and the pain kept getting more brutal, it suddenly stopped. Like, plop, it stopped.
Whatever they were doing, they either were finished or were trying something else. As fate willed it, they were trying something else…Something kept appearing in front of me. Some kind of green fog that would try and attack me. I felt like being punched in the guts but compared to what they already did to me? It was nothing. I resisted.
It was personal. Kidnaping? I could forgive. Torturing as they did? I would not give up even if I died. One thing for them, they did not abandon easily. They kept using the green fog and, while not as effective as the pain, it was getting at me.
I mean, while the pain was not as encompassing as what they did before, it left a more lasting trace on my mind. Meanwhile the bright flames were getting closer. I dearly hoped it was a good sign.