Vengeance. Loki

Chapter 19

Chapter 19:
Chapter name: Soldier 19520822

A voice rang from outside the cell,

"Soldier 19520822, get up" I see a man in black gear and a gun straped to his waist say.

"Time to go" I looked up at him, I went to ask where, but couldn't.

"Yes sir" I said, not mening to.

I get up unable to control my actions, so I stop and just watch.

"Take this hair tie and tie your hair back" the soldier said, I watch as I grab the hair tie and pull my matted and dyed light brown hair.

The hallway is bare with a grey tiles floor and a military green covering the walls. My feet ach as we walk, taking notice of the feeling of my ribs protruding out of my skin.

We walk for a while before we reach a door with a window in the center. Peering throught the window I could only make out 3 men standing in it fidgeting with clipboards. The soldier then opens the door shoving me into the room. My attention catches at the giant metal chair towards the far right corner. Metal tubes and wires are protruding out of it. The arms and legs of the chair have leather straps attached to it.

"Ahh nice to see you again Soldier 19520822" A man with a thick beard spoke.

"Come sit come it" he gestures towards the chair. In a blink of an eye, In the dimly lit, sterile chamber, I found myself restrained on a cold, metallic chair. Straps encircled my limbs, rendering me immobile. The air was thick with tension as a foreboding hum emanated from a menacing machine at the center of the room, its ominous presence casting shadows on the walls.

The Hydra people, shrouded in darkness, initiated the device with a flick of a switch. The room filled with an eerie electronic whir as the machine came to life. My eyes widened as I felt an invisible force gripping my consciousness.

The device delved into the recesses of my mind, tapping into the most intimate corridors of my memories. It was as if the machine had unearthed a labyrinth of experiences, both cherished and painful. As the memories played out in vivid detail, My stoic demeanor wavered, my eyes reflecting the emotional turmoil within.

Simultaneously, the machine didn't stop at mere recollection. It wielded a sinister ability to amplify the emotional weight of each memory. Joy became an unbearable ecstasy, and sorrow transformed into an overwhelming abyss of despair. The Hydra engineers had weaponized nostalgia, turning the very fabric of my past against me.

The excruciating pain, however, wasn't limited to the emotional realm. The machine synchronized with my neural pathways it seemed, generating a cascade of simulated agony that coursed through my entire body. Every nerve screamed as if seared by white-hot tendrils of pain, pushing me to the brink of endurance without crossing into the realm of mortality.

Hydra continued, memories interweaving with torture, creating a nightmarish tapestry in my mind. Through gritted teeth, I tried to resist, but the relentless assault on my psyche and body left me teetering on the precipice of surrender.

As the machine orchestrated this macabre dance between recollection and agony, my resilience became a testament to the strength of the human spirit against the darkest machinations of Hydra. Yet, within the tortured echoes of my mind, the lines between reality and nightmare blurred, threatening to consume the essence of who I once was, Wisty Evergreen, or the Shadow reader.

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I awoke with a start, looking at an all too familiar cell in the dim light I make out the rusty bars. I still wore my uniform, but my weapons, I felt for then but came up empty handed. I checked my ear, I pulled out my old com. I took 5 minutes scanning the piece of equipment and pressed a button. Hoping it did something. I stuck it back into my ear. A figure walked up to the cell.

"I see your awake" it said getting closer. It reached to lights.

It was Zemo, finally getting a good luck at him, His physical appearance is well-groomed demeanor and a refined facial structure. Zemo's dark brown hair is neatly combed, complementing his sharp and observant eyes. He seemed to carry an aristocratic air.

"now " he says opening the door, shutting it quickly behind him making a loud clank sound.

"I know you are confused, but you belong to Hyra Wisty, so lets begin" he pulls out a red book, opening it to the middle. He clears his throat and starts speaking.

"Black...........Moon............Doors.........purple..........shadow.........-" something started to turn in my brain, I felt pain and agony fill me.

"3........green............malfunction.........Night fall......."

I screamed, clawing at my head trying to reduce the pain.

"Vengeance" he said the final word in a evil smirk. I looked at him, the pain gone.

"Ready to comply?"

"Ready to comply." I answer in a mechanical tone.