Loki Laufeyson - The Experiment {1}

Chapter Thirty Eight - Ambush

It took me a little while to get back to sleep, I kept tossing and turning, the sheets feeling too hot and then too cold. Then the moonlight fell on my face and I had to roll over, only to come to face to face with a wall.

Eventually, I sat up and I carefully walked between everyone's mattresses, trying to not disturb them. I walked into the kitchen and checked over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching me before I pulled open the fridge and grabbed out a bottle of cold water. I searched through all of the cupboards as quietly as I could before I found a glass, setting it down on the bench and filling it with the cold water from the bottle. I slowly drank the water and rested against the kitchen bench, thinking over my dream again.

I didn't think it was something my brain had made, it felt too real. All of my other nightmares had involved me feeling... panicked, but this one, I was oddly calm. It was like... like it wasn't even me in the dream. But I knew it was me, and I knew that was a memory. The thought of me killing two innocent people, one of them a child, without any remorse, it made me feel horrible.

I drank the rest of my water and gently placed my cup in the sink, trying to not make any noise. I walked back towards the beds, everyone still there and asleep, except for Loki. I sat back down on my bed and looked down at my bracelets, spinning them around slowly. I sighed heavily and looked out the window, moon still bright in the sky. I lay back down on the mattress and looked up at the ceiling, knowing I wasn't going to get to sleep easily. I rolled onto my side, looking at everyone else sleeping peacefully, and after a little while I felt myself slowly drifting off.

I was in my HYDRA, in a another white tiled room, lying flat on the familiar experimenting bench. The usual thick silver bands were clasped around my biceps and forearm. .I was dressed in only a black sports bra and black bike pants, which is what I normally wore underneath my horrible-coloured jumpsuit. I could feel the cold metal of the bench against my bare back and every time I moved, it sent shivers down my spine

That was when I knew they were experimenting on me.

The door to the experimenting room opened and I looked over fearfully to see the same scientist that experimented on me every time, Zola. He walked towards me in his usual beige coloured suit with slicked back hair and red bow tie. I tried to struggle out of my bonds but he just chuckled as he moved over to a table displaying a number of needles, scalpels, and other surgery equipment. He picked up one big needle that was already half-filled with some sort of purple liquid. He flicked it a couple of times before making his way over to me.

"Let's see if it works this time." He said in his chilling voice, holding up the needle as he made his way over to me. I struggled even more, desperate to try and get out of the bonds, but they didn't budge. .

"What are you going to do to me?" My eyes were wide with fear and my heart was pounding hard against my chest. He grabbed my shoulder and lined the needle up with my arm.

"This is just a simple sedative." He smirked. "What comes next is what you won't like." He jabbed the needle into my arm and I let out a pained whimper, trying to hold back my cries as I knew any HYDRA agent hated it. Zola pushed down on the needle and I felt the liquid squeeze into my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, wincing as I tried to hold back my tears. Within seconds, I could feel my whole body be over-taken by painful tingles and I lost control of my body. I lay limply on the table as Zola pushed my head to the side, exposing my neck. He picked up something from the table next to the table I was on and I strained my eyes to look at it to see that it was a little silver disk. He lowered it down and I felt the cool metal meet my skin.

"What is that?" I managed to ask, my tongue loose.

"So many questions." Zola smirked, looking down at me and pulling the metal disk away from my skin. "This is just something to make sure you don't question our orders again." He picked up a scalpel from the table next to me and flicked it onto the longest blade before digging it into my neck. This time I couldn't help but let out a scream of pain, the scalpel digging hard into my neck. I tried to move away from it, but the sedative held me down. Zola kept digging into my neck and I felt him place the silver risk into the open wound, pain flaring through my body. I thrashed around, desperate to escape. I tried to pull up my fire to burn through the bonds, but it just resulted in a sharp stabbing in my head and stomach. Tears streamed down my face and through my blurry vision, I saw Zola pull back from my neck, holding the silver pad with the button in his hand. He pressed the button and immediately, my whole body became still, the coolness of the metal disk in my neck seeping through my body until everything turned numb and I lost control of everything.