Claws Out (Marvel x MHA fanfiction)

Chapter 25 - Mall Trip

"You understand what you did to end up here, right X-23?" Dr. Mori asked over the intercom.

The clawed girl was currently in a chair. The chair. The metal chair that she found herself in more and more as the days passed. The needles had already implemented themselves into her body and the headplate had already locked into place.

X-23 didn't answer, partly because of the plastic guard currently in her mouth, but mostly because she'd seemingly taken a vow of silence as of late. No matter what the doctors and scientists did– whether that be taunting, punishing, pleading– they couldn't get a word out of the girl.

Dr. Mori sighed and started speaking again, "You are here because you attacked Dr. Myoga. X-23, you cannot keep disobeying us like this. Disobedience will not be tolerated and will be dealt with accordingly."

X-23 soon zoned out and away from the older woman's words. She had been here a thousand times before, gotten this lecture a thousand times before. It was all the same: Dr. Mori would tell her about what she did wrong, explain that there are rules to uphold, and eventually tell her they were raising the voltage and that she'd be required to do extra long sessions to make up for what she had done.

It was always the same. And X-23 let her conscious self fall away from the current situation around her. Let mind drift to the place it always went when she was forced into this chair, a place beyond her usual mental-scape.

"We will begin now." The doctor said, and a moment later, the electrification started. Screams erupted from X-23, but she didn't really feel it. Her body understood what was happening, understood that she should be in pain, but her mind was too far gone at the moment.

Soon enough, the pain would stop and X-23's mind would find its way back to her body. Soon enough, she'd fall back to where she needed to be and would feel the after effects of this session. Her thoughts would be muddy and distant, her body would feel like it had been put through the wringer, her abilities would feel powered up and watered down at the same time.

Soon enough, the girl would return to her room and force herself to remember X-22's name, because after these appointments X-22 was always the first thing that started to fade away. Soon enough, the girl would curl up on her pathetic excuse for a bed and hold her dog tags tight in her fist as she cried herself to sleep.

Yes, soon enough that would all happen. But for right now, the girl was in the chair.

For right now, the girl was slowly losing herself to the pain.

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The sound of a book shutting brought Y/n out of her thoughts.

"Did you hear me, Y/n?" Dr. Kobayashi's voice rang through the room.

Y/n looked around, blinking as she realized how deep in her memories she had fallen. The girl used the sleeve of her orange sweatshirt to rub her eyes and shook her head, "No. No, sorry, what was the question?"

Her fuschia haired therapist let out a quiet sigh and adjusted in her seat before speaking again, "I asked how the recent information of you being a clone of James Howlett has been weighing on your mind."

Right. She pulled her legs up to her chest and picked at the edges of her black shorts, Right. Of course I'd have to talk about this.

"I don't know, really. I always knew I was a lab creation, that was never hidden from me, but the added layer of being a copy of someone else... well..."