𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.
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Beverly experiences a flood of memories when she is under cryo. Every sensation from her past - touch, smell, tear, kiss, and emotion-resurfaces in exactly the same form. S...
Limping around the large bedroom, I'm doing my rounds and checking that all the girls are in bed and asleep. My arm, fists, head, and legs hurt from being forced to fight and then injected. In fact, my entire body aches from the torturous pain.
After I was injected, they dragged my limp body through the hallways and into the lab. They left me in a hospital bed and waited for me to wake up. When I did, I completely forgot where I was and how I got here. But, then it hit me. I killed Peggy. I have no idea where they took her or what they did with her body. They refuse to tell me anything. I left the hospital room and was instructed to go back to my usual routine.
Across the bedroom, sits Natasha, waiting for me on the end of her bed. I notice her, slowly walking over to her. I don't want to raise suspicions about our friendship. I have no idea what they would do to us if they found out. Eventually, I make it towards her bed, checking her surroundings. She smiles up at me, giving me a warm feeling. I sigh, sitting down beside her on her bed.
She leans over the bed, facing me with her smile. Suddenly, she pulls me into a hug, catching me off guard. I haven't had a hug in a long time, let alone a loving one. Eventually, I give into the feeling, wrapping my arms around her body. I place my head on her shoulder, looking over at the wall.
"This wasn't your fault." She whispers.
Her words bring tears to my eyes, uncontrollably falling down my cheeks. The tears seep into her clothes, wetting and staining them. I sniff, trying to hide my cries, but she hears them. She pulls me into the hug further, rubbing my back soothingly. My body begins to jolt with how hard I am crying. Just the thought of what I did, makes me sick to my stomach.
"Yes, it is. I did this to her. I killed her." I shake my head.
"No," She pulls my head from her shoulder. She places her hands on my cheeks, making me look at her. "They did this to you. They are doing all of this to us."
With my sight on her face, the edges of it see all around her. I can see some of the other girls watching our interaction sneakily, or some sitting straight up and looking directly at us. I can also see that the main door is creaking open, and heavy footsteps walking inside. Guards stormed into the room, parading the beds. I don't react quickly enough, but I do pull from Natasha, gesturing in the direction of the guards with my eyes when she looks confused. She turns her head, sees the crowd of guards and straightens her posture.
I make eye contact with one of them, their jaw clicking into place. They gesture to the other guards, their eyes scanning the situation. They all begin stomping towards us, not breaking eye contact with me. All of their faces are different, yet all exhume anger. When they make it to us, one of them grabs me by my arm, pulling me from the bed and into a standing position. I look down at the floor and see that a few guards have yanked Natasha from the bed by her hair and are holding her down on the floor. Another guard grabs my other arm, pulling me away from Natasha. All the other girls are alerted of the situation, standing up from their beds.
One of the guards that are holding Natasha down, crouches down to her level, raising his fists. He grabs Natasha's chin, pulling her to look up at him. I can practically hear the evil smirk that is defiantly on his face. Just as he is about to hit, I begin pulling out of the guard's hold. Natasha crouches down further, trying to hide her face.
"No! Stop!" I scream. "I did this! I forced her to comfort me."
The guards stop their movements, looking up at me suspiciously. He stands from his crouched position, getting level with me. I straighten my posture, trying not to come off as nervous. Yet, under his gaze, I feel tiny. He watches my eyes, them burrowing into me.
"Bullshit." She spits.
"No, please!" I beg.
He ignores me, crouching back down to Natasha. She looks up at me pleadingly, but I can't get out of their hold. He raises his fist again, but this time, it comes into contact with Natasha's face. He knocked her right on her jaw, making her stumble backwards. They continue their terror on her, occasionally pulling her across the floor by her hair, making her scream out in pain. All throughout this, they make me watch.
Being forced to watch the beating brings anger to every cell of my body. Seeing how innocent, broken, and vulnerable she makes me feel guilty. All these emotions brim to the surface, making the inside of my body burn. I grab onto both of the guard's arms that are holding onto me, burning their skin. They let go of me momentarily, holding onto the blisters on their skin. I run across the room, touching the guards on their skin and creating immense pain in a short amount of time, knocking them off their control.
With all the guards away, I make it to Natasha, pulling her into my body. I have enough control to not burn her body when I do, and instead, create a comforting warmth for her. She snuggles into my hold, crying against my shoulder. I stroke her hair, kissing the crown of her head. I'm about to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but a pounding in my head stops me. I turn around and see a guard holding a baton, frowning with a burn mark on his cheek. He swings the baton again, landing harshly on my head. It knocks me from my consciousness, my hold faltering on Natasha.
——————————————— I might be posting another upcoming project today, so please stay tuned for that!
