Ch. 8: Where are we?

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September 1st
Brooklyn New York, Earth- 905

"No one can win every battle, but no man should fall without a struggle."

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Kiara slowly fluttered her eyes open, groaning at the pain that filled the back of her head. She moved her hand to touch it, only to be stopped. She looked down, confused at the restraints that held her hands in place.

"What the.." She muttered, looking around. She had no idea where she was. She was in a chair, strapped down by her arms and ankles. As she looked around the room, she began to realize that she was in a lab.

The walls were plastered white, and the lights shined a bright white. It smelled like alcohol and chemicals. The smell made ner nose burn and made a feeling of nausea arise.

She took in as many details as possible, looking down at herself next. She had been changed into a hospital gown, and all her jewlery had been taken off. Fuck. Her watch was gone. Kiara felt herself begin to breathe rapidly, tugging on the restraints.

Kiara heard voices coming closer before the large door swing open. Three figures walked in, two men in suits and a woman in a lab coat with crazy looking hair. Doc Ock. Kiara glared at the woman, yanking on the restrains again.

"God, let me go, Liv. Don't we have so much fun when the fight is even?" She joked, putting on a fake smile. "Oh yes, Kiara, so much fun, but.." She walked over to the younger girl, grabbing her arm and poking her with a needle.

"I think we will have so much more fun now that I have you right where I want you." The crazy scientist laughed, injecting her with some weird green liquid. "You're going to stay in this room for a long, long time, Kiara."

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It had been almost three weeks since Kiara had been stuck in that room, and she was beginning to lose hope. Whatever she was being injected with was making her lose her powers.

She was weaker, her web fluid wasn't generating on its own anymore, and she wasn't strong enough to even hold herself up.

Kiara lay in the corner of the room, resting her head on the wall. She was skinnier, the bags under her eyes a dark purple. She had been coughing blood, leaving a stained mark on the hospital gown she wore. She stunk, bad. They refused to let her leave the room, which meant no showers. They would only let her change her gown when it got to torn up or when it was stained with blood.

They had been running experiments on her for hours on end every day since she got there, only giving her a few hours to rest in between. It was torture. How could she be so venerable to let herself be stuck in this position.

All she could think about was her mother, her friends, and Hobie. She had been no contact from the SS, and she knew Miguel was throwing a fit about it. Once he found out they took her watch, she would be dead.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of the door slamming open. She whined, tears forming in her eyes. She was so tired, she just wanted them to end this already. "Come on, get up." One of the medical in suits barked at her, grabbing her arm to yank her up.

She shook her head, pulling her arm out of his grasp. "No.. Leave me alone! Let me go.." She cried out, kicking the man away. As then stepped closer, an alarm started blaring. She covered her ears, the sound making her pounding headache worse.

"Don't move." He told her, injecting her arm with more of the syrum before running out of the room. Kiara could hear yelling over the sound of the alarm, her eyes growing heavy. She tried to stand up, but her body wouldn't move.

Kiara heard gun shots, the sound making her flinch. She closed her eyes, hearing the door slam open. She felt herself drift in and out of consciousness, hearing faintly voices yelling through the room. The last thing she remembered was being picked up, and she knew that this was it.

She had been through so much the past two weeks, and her body couldn't take it anymore. The last injection was enough to put her out of her misery, and she felt slight relief that her torture was over. She just wished she could have seen her mother on last time. Her mother and Hobie...

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Hi all, sorry for another short chapter. I have had quite a few comments begging for another one, so here you go. I promise I will actually post another chapter tonight. Feast on this until I upload it though, thank you all!

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