Tortured Genius (A Marvel Fanfiction: Reader Insert)

Chapter 10: Screw You and Your 'Lab Safety' I Want Superpowers

[A Flashback Through the Eyes of ???]

I saw them run away.

It was like poison to my soul. It wasn't fair. Life is never fair, of course, but it wasn't right. And now I hated them.

Because they'd lied.

I hate liars.

Now here I was, alone. Angry. Frustrated. Possibly also delusional.

I wandered down the destroyed Hellicarrier hall, watching through blurry eyes the forms of random figures I didn't know and couldn't place dashing around.

And that's when I knew exactly where I wanted to go to help me extract my revenge.

Further down the hall I went, looking, searching, scouring for the place-card I wanted to find that I'd seen twice before.

There, I saw it.

Lab.

Yes. Here is where I needed to be.

Flailing into the door that hung half open in disarray, I walked around slowly before I found it. Piles of un-protected vials, bags of potions and a box that read: Do Not Open.

Well what was I supposed to do, not open it?

It opened with a hiss of air, and inside was something I'd never seen before. It looked distorted, and slightly evil. What fun touching that would be, a thing that was almost a mirror of me.

Only, there was glass around it. Bulletproof glass. I couldn't break it, which meant I couldn't touch it either. So I grabbed it instead and a few other odd kind of vials, dropping the special one into my sweatshirt hood.

A few minutes later, inside an empty room, I was at it again, trying to open the case. The bloody glass one just wouldn't open.

"Screw you," -I hissed through clenched teeth in a rapid breath at the stubborn glass protection- "and your 'Lab Safety'." Another growl emitted from my throat as I continued. "I want superpowers!"

"I want to take them down!"

"Gonna raise the stakes...smoke them out...I will obliterate them."

My muttering never stopped. I kept going, my fingers falling from the glass top to the ground, drumming against the floor in four beats at a time.

"Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun. When a good man goes to war, friendship dies and true love lies. Night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war. Demons run but count the cost. The battle's won but the child is lost."

I chuckled.

"I am the lost child. Our friendship has died, so count the cost. I'll make night will fall and I will drown the sun. Demons run when I go to war. Better start running!"

"Did you hear me?" I said it louder, as if they could hear me. Maybe they could.

"BETTER START RUNNING!"

"DID YOU HEAR ME?"

"RUN!"

I screamed the last word furiously, and then began to laugh. It felt good. It felt proper. This was me, and I was this.

Ah, they would never see it coming. I'd strike, out of the dark. I'd be waiting. I'd be waiting in hell.

That's when I decided.