TW: mention of needles
I scream in agony. The feeling of multiple syringes pierce through my burning skin as I struggle against the belt restraints. I pulled with all my might but could not break free from my chair. I see two men in lab coats and one in a black suit. He seems to be giving the orders.
"Пожалуйста! Останавливаться! (Please! S-stop!)" I screamed but all that came out was a loud whisper. I could feel it. Whatever they put in me I could feel it. It spread through my veins, like boiling balls of fire coursing through my bloodstream. My struggling slowly faded away and my vision blurred.
"Зачем ты это делаешь?! (Why are you doing this?!)" I asked softly knowing no one would answer. Although, I already knew the answer. It was because I was different, unique. Not in the way that your mother tells you when some kids are bullying you at school, "because your special". In the way that makes me dangerous, a threat to everyone around me. I ponder how life might have been if I didn't have the so-called "gifts" I was born with. Would I be free to live a normal childhood? Would I have friends to play games and have sleepovers with?
A sharp pain in the back of my neck jerked me back to reality. I felt three prongs puncture into my spine, although instead of the immediate retraction of the needles, it stayed in my neck. Then, everything went blank. The room, the doctors, the chair, everything gone. That's when I knew. I'm never getting out of here.
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More Than Just a Dream<3
ActionHello everyone! This story will first be talking about my background in my MCU DR, then going into how it is like once I shift, and what has happened. This could potentially become a Peter Parker fic, and contain mature content, but not too extreme...
