Pretty Hurts - Erik KIllmonger x reader

Chapter 17

Somehow in the midst of my quiet sleuthing through my memories I fell asleep. I figured out a theory though.

If Erik truly wanted me for power that means there could be a few plausible possibilities...

A) He could be using me to generate power for his own purpose on some guinea pig Loki type shit

B) He could be from Wakanda and wants to see through his country's mission of destroying my life and so far its worked

or

C) All of the above.. Meaning im totally fucked.

AS IN FUCKED

ROYALLY FUCKED

oh and did I forget to mention FUCKEDDDD!!!

I gotta keep my cool though, because lately since I have been here in this high tech version of Alcatraz....I havent ever felt more alive and powerful. In the midst of my failed suicide attempt right before I took the final breath that I thought would be my last, I felt this surge of electricity course through my entire body. It was like every fibre of my being had taken a 5 hours energy times 1 million. My veins twitched and I could somehow feel myself growing stronger as I was dying. I think me nearly dying AGAIN is what's going to save my life. How IRONIC lmaooo

I really truly am starting to let what my mom said to me sink in. I can feel my...powers? abilities? genetic enhancements? i dunno

Anyway I can feel my abracadabra skills honing themselves and threatening to burst out and come into full blown fruition. I wonder if this is what good drugs feels like? Because if it is I can understand why people get so addicted.

When I woke up I saw the veins in my arms glowing this light blue color and the shackles on my wrists (they werent there when I fell asleep) literally burst open. It was as if I was a remote. I would make a run for it like any normal kidnapped person but then again I was not normal...

So I did what any other psychotic massochist would do...

I put the shackles back on and pretended to be sleep again, I still needed answers and I need to understand my powers without any interferance. However the sleep part wasnt too much acting on my part. The beds are surprisingly comfortable. WAYYYYY better than my twin bed with the springs loose and prickly under the thin layer of cotton back home.

Home......

Im gonna get answers and get back home to the people I have left.

Leon and Layla....Jada and Nana Che...

Shit, I would give my right ass cheek to have Brittany insult me in the hallway and me gawk at was probably an impeccable nose job. I really did fuck her up ha. I should see how many more fights I can get out of her until she starts looking link Michael Jackson but with less....i dunno everything. Maybe with my new abilities I can even take on Travis. Revenge on him for being such a di-

Wait a minute...

Right before my "vacation" which is another word for kidnapped by a psycho who has an amazing tongue, I saw that Travis never made it home from Oakland and even missed the King's cup festival. I knew this because he goes every year to support all the town doctors sanctioning underage drinking until someone is crowned "King" meaning they have drank so much that they got alcohol poisoning and then they let a medical student pump their stomachs as a Pre- Graduation ritual for high school seniors and med students on the verge of residency. Ugh men.

I left Erik the night before I went home and I saw on IG that Travis was about the get his ass beat on live at a strip club by one of the dancer's boyfriends. That was actually the last anyone saw of him... I remember Erik saying he was gonna kill him but I thought he was just speaking figuratively.