Raiden's Heart

Chapter 4

Warning violence /gore
??? POV

I was used to the darkness and the cold that came with it, but I only felt the heaviness of dread as a door screeched open somewhere outside my locked cell. I curled up against the corner as I heard a door slide open outside my cell trying to make myself as small as possible. But I knew it would be in vain. I was never getting out of these chains.

"Ahh sweetie. Glad to see your awake. Now let's try this again. Shall we?" a smooth voice purred. She yanked my chains and pulled me to the other room, throwing me inside. I was too weak to struggle as pairs of gloved hands strapped me into a chair. Cyanide hummed as she delicately placed her dissection tools one by one on the table to the side. She would start again soon. I didn't have the energy to be afraid or angry. It was pointless anyway. The other scientists in the room fastened up their own equipment, making sure everything was in order.

I glanced around and saw a lovely woman with white hair cuffed to the chair. Cuts littered her arms everywhere, but there were no signs of complete mutilation. That means she didn't have a mutation quirk. Usually, there would be a horn or wing on display to remind both of us who's in charge. I shuddered at the thought of my own wings being taken away. It was torture itself not knowing when Cyanide was going to take them.

The woman whimpered as the scientist cut out another chunk of flush from her arm. Cyanide did the same with me , a cruel smile on her face as the blood poured out, before placing it in the same place on the women's arms. The scientists readied their clipboards eagerly taking note as it slowly started to knit together with the woman's arm before stopping halfway. The women retched and similar bile burned in my throat at my quirk in action. Adaptive wings is what the quirk doctor named it, a combination of my mother and father's quirk. My father's quirk adaptability helped him adapt to any environment and foreign substances. Combined with my healing wings from mom, my quirk matured into a more potent version, as I learned through Cyanide's experiments. I was able to withstand extreme temperatures and regenerate quicker than my father and it wasn't dependent on my wings. My blood was more adaptable which increased my personal immunities and healing, which overtime negated Cyanide's own acid quirk. Though that was her chance to experiment with more fun chemicals.

Cyanide grinned, "She took it a bit more than the others. Time for the blood."

The woman bucked in her restraints as tears flowed down her face, "Please. Let me go home."

But the scientists didn't falter or react. They weren't human. Cyanide could care less about the woman beside her as she traced a knife, warm with heat, down my face, pressing just enough not to draw blood, before setting it right under my eye. My eye twitched in response, but I remained quiet. She's taken it before and it grew back after weeks due to adaptability . The pain didn't go away though. It was the one thing my quirk did nothing for.

Cyanide simply stared into my eyes, giving just enough room for a scientist to insert a needle into my arm to start the blood transfusion. I wondered how much they were gonna take this time?

"What should we today ?" Cyanide asked excitedly. " I missed you these past couple days. Meetings, meetings, and more meetings." Her eyes trailed down by body, "They did a good job keeping you healthy for me." Usually, I was too mutilated or in pain to barely move or eat, only requiring two set of chains to keep me in place—for my wrists and wings. But they kept me under more lock and chain than usual for the past couple of days and I was left alone. Cyanide continued as her hand began to bubble, "I have been working on a new formula. You'll like it."

I steeled myself as much as I could. The waves of dizziness passing through me didn't help as more and more blood was taken. Cyanide stepped back before pouring a bubbling steaming liquid into a needle. The needle itself began to melt away after a minute and my heart skipped. What was that? I thrashed against my restraints as Cyanide giggled, pulling out a reinforced needle, the size of her head, "Oops, that was the wrong one." I took deep frantic breaths as she prowled over to me as I desperately moved my head back to get away from the needle. My wings transformed into its defense type, as my feathers became steel but the restraint simple widened to accommodate the new size, before clamping them shut once more, making me jolt in pain.

"She's ready for quirk insertion." A scientist called. Cyanide nodded before ripping out the blood transfusion needle from my arms and sticking the needle into my neck in a singular motion. Tears pricked my eyes at the harsh sting and Cyanide smiled, before setting the now empty needle on the table and going to the other woman.

It started with a light burn, like stepping out in the harsh heat of the sun. Uncomfortable, but not painful. But then it got hotter. And hotter. A scream ripped out my lungs as my body arched. I was boiling and melting and everything in between as hellfire rushed through my veins. My skin itself bubbled but I couldn't tell with the stars attacking my vision. I could feel my quirk working as some parts cooled, but it immediately flared up. A new form of torture.

I didn't know when my screams mixed with the woman next to me, or how long it lasted, but eventually, the woman's screams stopped and so did mine. I couldn't stop the twitching of my body as my quirk fought the acid.

A glass shattered at my feet causing my body to involuntarily jerk as Cyanide screamed in frustration, " Why isn't it working?" She pointed to me, "She isn't dead yet, and we inserted a quirk inside her long ago."

The scientists didn't know what to say as they grasped for a possible reason, "Her genetic signature is unique madam. It takes too long for her quirk to change the subject's dna signature for proper assimilation."

"Not to mention, her new quirk hasn't come forward." Another scientist added.

Cyanide growled, " We don't have anymore time. Take her wings."

My heart dropped. No no no no—

"Madam?"

"We'll put her on the market as a quirk breeder and get our money back. She doesn't need those wings anymore. Take it off completely. I don't want them growing back" She pinned me with a glare, "We don't want her new master to have problems with disobedience."

I couldn't breathe as I sobbed , "Please, I promise I won't run away." But my words were met with deaf ears.

"Her children may be useful to us in the future. Our studies don't stop here. Keep her chained up and I want max security in her. Give her three meals a day and work on her appearance. Make sure she eats and stays healthy. Force the food down her throat if you have to. We need to make her presentable." Cyanide's eyes held both pity and disdain, "Your mother only gave you one good thing and that was her looks." She wiped the tears off my cheek as she kissed my forehead, "What a shame. You were master piece."

She walked away and I turned to the scientists, "Please. Please." But the scientists simply moved my weak body to the operation table, placed me down on my stomach before strapping my head, arms, and feet down. I couldn't stop shaking as I heard the lock of my wings restraint click and a thud. My wings flared out and I desperately activated my quirk, but the scientists were quick to inject me with enough drugs to sedate more than enough horses.

I shivered as hands brushed the sensitive nerves of my wings. Hate, defeat and fear squeezed my heart and stomach.

When would this nightmare end?

The tip of a blazing hot knife sliced open the skin right above my skin and moved downward, closer and closer to my wings. The smell of burning flash made my eyes water as I sucked in a shaky breath. Cyanide wants me to remember this. She'll burn it in me. It was the only way to bypass my quirk. It was a game to her anyway—which torture sessions should be seared on my body and which should not.

I thanked whichever God made the drug kick in as my eyes fluttered close.

At least, I wouldn't have to feel the pain.