BOOK 3 of the ORPHIC Series
CHURLISH
/ˈCHərliSH/
marked by a lack of civility.
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Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker finds herself in the 21 century sporting the title of Aunt while lugging along h...
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"When you're tired it's a sign that you're almost at the end of your fight."
The Raft April, 2016
LUCY AWOKE WITH THE unnerving sensation of exhaustion. She inhaled deeply, only to find black spots dancing across her eyes. She groaned, her eyes threatening to roll back into her head. She panted heavily, lips parting as she forced air into her lungs. She tugged on her arms and was met with pure agony. There were cuffs on either side of her, chaining her to the walls on her left and right. Her brows furrowed with confusion as black and white tendrils circled her fingertips, surging down the chains and seeping into the wall.
Shards of black moved with the chain, dragging away–
She shifted on her knees as blood trickled down both her nostrils. She sniffed, a headache threatening to burst from her forehead. She blearily gazed at the glass to her left and found Sam with his hands pressed against the glass, shouting something she couldn't hear. There was something deeper than pure rage flicking between his eyes.
She focused, turning her head to the right to see Scott's hand against the surface, his body somewhere beneath and–was he throwing up?
Lucy swallowed, her throat dry as she looked in front of her. Someone was standing in front of her, blurry as her eyes strained to see. She shook her head to clear her vision, but it made her head pound ten times worse.
She didn't understand.
"You're finally awake. Good." The blob in front of her spoke with a voice she recognized.
Secretary Ross.
Lucy's eyes lazily moved to the side.
"The files HYDRA has on your abilities is extensive–" his voice continued but Lucy couldn't listen.
She didn't have the energy to as she groaned in pain, keeling over as she futilely tugged at her arms. The moment was stunted by herself, deciding it was a waste of energy. She felt like her body was being torn at a slow, painful rate.
Her eyes wandered towards her hand and she turned her head to the side as she watched her skin burn an alarming red. The energy around her arms were disrupting the surface of her skin, and she could barely keep her eyes focused on the unceremonious sight.
"–to utilize your abilities for an energy source is beyond me, but, here we are." She thought she might've seen Secretary Ross smile. "You should be glad you're of use, after all, Ms. Maximoff failed to give any results."
