The Unlucky Lucky Ones

02 || Experiment

Sometimes it's hard to tell if the screams are real or not.

Nightmares and reality are about the same so I've given up trying to determine which one i'm living in. Most of the time it's reality, I don't sleep much.

*what happened earlier in the experiment room*

⚠️TW- torture, needles,knife, and screaming.⚠️

I'm lying down on the table strapped in tight with metal clamps. It's impossible to move and it's getting harder to breathe.

The scientist then holds up a 6 inch needle that contains a orange ish color.

He then points it toward my arm and starts preparing to put it into my arm.

"NO!! Please! I-I'll do something for you!! Anything!! PLEASE!!" Is normally what I'd scream when i'm strapped and see a needle.

But it's pointless, it's to the point to where I hope it kills me.

He injects it into my arm. And that's when the pain starts.

I feel a fire spreading across my bones begging to get out, but doesn't get its wish ,so it burns more until it finds release.

It never finds release.

I was too busy grunting in agony to see the scientist injecting yet another needle, this time into my left leg.

The screaming beginnings.

The room was filled with screams and sobs.

While I'm in pain all I see is scientists smiling and writing down notes.

"Please.." I manage to get out after all the screaming I've done.

Please kill me.

Then I blackout.

But not for long no.

That would be too convenient for me.

The doctor decided he's not finished and sends a shock through my brain.

A pained sob leaves my mouth like a waterfall running down rocks.

The other doctors leave, leaving me with the main scientist.

"Time for the real fun." He smirks.

He then grabs a knife from his coat and stabs me straight into abdomen.
............

*time skip*

I jolt forward with my breathing getting faster and sweat rolling down past my eyebrow down my cheek.

Once I was able to move again I had  moved to my thin fleece towel.

I had managed to fall asleep after sometime. I woke up after remembering the events from a few hours ago.

Right when I laid back down I hear the cell door creak open. I look up and see a guard.

The guard just tosses me a pile of clothes that has a black uniform similar to the Winter Soldier's. It just has shorter sleeves and I have a smaller belt to hold all my weapons.

I finish tying up my boots with a silent groan of pain.

The guard not caring, opens the door again and moves a little to the side so I can exit while still being surrounded with the other guards there.

I then get led to the weapon room.

Walking in I search for a specific weapon.

A dagger.

I've always preferred using a dagger on missions because it just makes my life easier instead of constantly reloading a gun every 5 seconds.

I grab a gun as well and hide the dagger in my boot. I grab a few other weapons and then walk back out of the room with my gray face mask.

Man do I hate missions.

Maybe they'll come back for me.

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-MeHpLuMs ;)