The Hellenic Twins

Torture.

*River's POV*
If I had to describe Eichen in one word it would simply be 'torture'. In every definition of the word. "To inflict severe pain on." Emotionally, Physically, and Mentally. The days crept along slowly but the years passed without me noticing.
I knew from the moment I arrived that I would hate this new life. Sure, I didn't like being around the "Avengers" but I felt it in my stomach that this would be way worse. When we walked through the door four bulky guards dressed head to toe in white grabbed our arms while a lady in a tight pencil skirt injected us with a thick blue liquid. I felt it seep into my veins and when I went to push them off, I found my body to be completely drained of magic. I was mortal, entirely vulnerable to these humans. I had never been scared or threatened by humans before, my whole life I could take them down with a flick of my finger or a blink of my eye.
I went weak at the knees as I fell towards the ground. The guards in white picked me up and forcibly yanked Roan and I apart. Our hands, which had been interlocked the whole trip until now, were becoming farther and farther apart. In a final attempt to free myself I sunk my teeth into my capture's arm, making them stagger back holding the bloody limb while screaming orders and profanities.
I sprinted towards Roan who was still in the arms of a particularly large man. I ran but I could feel the light fading from my eyes as I was seconds from blacking out. I noticed the syringe that was imbedded in my hip. I kept running until I was about a foot away from him, away from the last hope of happiness I had, when the earth blackened and I felt cold tile against my cheek before I dreamt of everything bad that was to come.
When I woke again I was in an entirely white room- no not room, cell. I banged and screamed at the glass wall facing the hall full of adults speaking in hushed tones. Every time, they simply glanced in my direction and shook their heads in disapproval.
The first two weeks were the worst. Being in solitary confinement for my "rebellious behavior". After that I had two hours a day to enjoy the courtyard and get exercise. The only good part about this is that it was the only time they let boys and girls be together which meant I could see him. Roan was doing much better than I was. He had made friends, ate, exercised, and behaved just like they wanted him to. Me on the other hand was basically incapacitated ninety percent of the time I was there.
When I lived with father I used magic for absolutely everything. It sounds bratty but honestly I never had to lift a finger. Now every time I used my powers they electrocuted me, "shock-therapy" they called it. Therapy my a*s. After a while they gave up hope that I would stop using my powers and just drugged me up so much I could barely remember my own name much less focus on magic.
When I was with Roan he basically did everything for me so that I wouldn't have the opportunity to use magic.
As the years went on Roan was pretty much the Prom King of this twisted school me on the other hand, people kept away from me like the black plaque. Don't pity me too much because it's not like I wanted friends. When people got too close I scared them off. It's what I do best.
After the one year mark, we stopped believing Tony would realize the error of his ways and take us back. After three years, we gave up hope of a long lost relative coming to save us. At the four year mark, we decided that when we turn 18 and they have to let us leave we would make all the Avengers regret what they did. I know, it sounds super evil villainy but we were 14 and sick of that place.
It wasn't always bad, at least I had Roan and believe it or not I actually made a friend in my fourth year. Matteo, could I even call him a friend? He was more of a... romantic twin flame? We got along because we were both sadistic because of our fathers. I love Roan but he is so sweet and kind that he doesn't understand how I think like Matteo does. We are equally crazy and broken that is why we were so close. He was my only friend and when we turned into teenagers we became more than just friends. We often snuck away to secret closets or back corners nobody but us knew about. The good thing about us was we didn't love each other. We didn't need to, all we needed was someone just as hurt as us to subdue our pain. It worked, for a long time. We were not a couple.
"Matteo, do you think we will ever get out of here?" I asked him as we lay on the floor of an abandoned patient room barely clothed.
"Not anytime soon." He answered staring straight up at the ceiling instead of meeting my eyes.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because... people like us don't have people out there waiting for us. Some of these kids are sent here by their parents to scare them but us... we were sent here cause we are and will always be, f*cked in the head." Finally meeting my eyes.
"Promise me if one of us gets out we will help the other one." I said into the cold still air of the room.
"I promise."
And that was all that needed to be said. We understood each other and we also both knew that we were most likely not going to make it out of here so the promise seemed like a little distraction from the reality of our situation. We had no idea that promise would ever mean anything.

This one is a bit more... intense so let me know if you like it and if you have any constructive criticism. ❤️‍🔥