Psithurism

Prologue.2

the first time she endured the procedure was horrific.

the pain.

the numb feeling of defeat after it was finished.

the way Dr. Klein laughed as she screamed.

it was all so terrible.

and it never got better. no. she just learned how to control her reactions.

the first few months were not fun. she would kick and fight every step of the way, from the cold concrete cell they locked her in to the stark white hospital-like corridors all the way down to the dingy labs. where they would strap her to a table and stick needles in her for hours on end, waiting for one of the serums to do something, anything.

this went on for two years, with the time dulling her senses and turning her into a shell of herself.

until one day.

you had finished the testing a few hours ago. exhausted from the procedure you laid down with the thin, ratty blanket they had gifted you for being cooperative one day and drift off into what you had hoped to be a dreamless sleep.

it wasn't all that you had hoped for.

you find yourself in a green yard surrounded by a white fence, the paint cracked and pulling away from the wood in some areas. you spot a playset off to one side, a grill pushed up against the back deck alongside a crumbling dog house. the rocking chair on the porch lightly swaying as if someone had stood up from it only a few moments ago. the yellow paint was chipped and faded alongside the exterior of the small family home.

glancing around the dark backyard, you begin to recognize where you are.

you're back home.

you try to move, try to take a step when you hear screams echo through the air.

"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER!!" a womans cries are heard as the man shouts. you attempt to find the people who were crying, feeling drawn to them, but you can't. you can't seem to move anything. barely able to even turn your head.

"BRING HER BACK!"

"PLEASE!! don't take my baby!!!"

more shouts, more yelling.

words overlap and begin to garble together, becoming an indistinct roaring sound.

you wake up.

was that... your family? you had to get out, you had to find a way back to them. you had to make sure they were alright.

but you had to wait.

when the guards came to take you for your weekly cleaning that morning, Dr. Klein refused to work on a filthy test subject, you kneed the one who was attempting to shackle you in the crotch, sending him to the floor. the other guard shouts, rushing toward you before you smacked him away, watching as his body embedded itself into the concrete wall.

not waiting to see if they were going to get up you take your chance and take off, sprinting down the fluorescent lit hall.

what was that?

why was it so easy to push them off?

why were you running so fast and not getting tired?

all of these questions paused when you ran into a group of men. two rushed toward you and you raised your hands, gripping them into fists, ready to defend yourself as best you could.

they freeze.

glancing around, you spot the guards behind them frozen in their place as well, struggling against an invisible force.

what had they done to you? what fucked up abilities had these psychopaths forced into you?

suddenly you were very aware of the blood pumping through your veins. it felt as though you could sense every movement the men in the room were making. the way their heart rates picked up with every shift of your body. the way another was breathing harshly but slowly to calm his heart. the way the blood was moving through all of their veins was like watching a stream run down a mountain. trickling and flowing easily while you enjoyed the flow.

what had that man done to you?

you were so focused on what you were doing, confused and scared, that you didn't notice the man sneaking up behind you until all you saw was black.

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first came the feeling of those stupid straps around your arms. then the bright light shining into your eyes, making it nearly impossible to see anything once you are able to pry your eyelids apart. as your eyes adjust you try to look around, however your head seems to be strapped down as well.

this was different. your normal chair wasn't a chair at all, it was a table. why were you propped up? this one is more upright and has a strange contraption above it. a helmet with wires and cables all around it.

once the helmet looking device is lowered toward your head you shout, struggling against the bonds holding you down.

"now, now, is that any way to speak to your creator?" the horrible face of the man you know as Dr. Klein hovers over you with a crooked grin. he laughs wickedly as he attaches some of the probes branching off of the helmet to your head.

you thrash and shout, wanting to be free. what were these straps made of?

Dr. Klein steps away from you and gestures the guards to do the same. "now this experiment, my dear, is purely theoretical. we'll monitor the results once you wake up." he grins. "if you wake up."

you don't know when your screams of anger turned into shouts of pain. the electricity flowing through your body causes your limbs to jerk, pain scorching through your veins. this pain was unlike anything you had felt before and you had been subjected to inordinate amounts of pain through the injections.

your eyes begin to glaze over, black creeping in around the edges until you can't keep them open anymore.

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another short chapter

don't worry the next one is finally getting into the movies 🙌🙌

it'll starts about halfway through Captain America The First Avenger when Steve is saving Bucky from the hydra base.