I have met many telepaths in my time fighting wars, some as friends, some not so much. I learned to guard my mind from telepaths locking my true thoughts and intentions behind walls of pain trapping the telepath to experience the pain of torture. As the red wisps of the telepaths power clouded my vision tearing into my mind I wrapped around it like a python guiding the foreign presence into a maze of nightmares.
I followed it in stalking the red mist forcing it deeper into my tormented memories. Most days I would have been kinder but I wasn't in the mood for this bullshit. The presence tried to fight, but my mind is my domain. I have been tortured by telepaths far stronger than even Charles Xavier. This unpracticed presence could do nothing as I thrust it into a memory.
It was a newer memory the pain of the torture still ingrained in my mind, ten years ago I had gotten a lead on Logan after he had been missing for over almost two years. Logan had spoken for a long time about wanting to retire to the mountains but he hadn't checked in in over a year and Victor had seemingly disappeared.
I got a little too reckless and got caught. The scientists were all too excited to have another toy to play with especially after learning of my relationship to Logan their favorite game was to torture one of us well the other was force to watch.
This specific memory was when they had taken a blow torch to my arms and legs testing the rate of healing. The mist thrashed but I gripped down harder forcing the telepath to experience the burning pain as the blow torched touched my arm. Young me groaned in pain pulling hard the flame burning my flesh as my healing tried to heal it. The intense heat caused my skin to bubble turning black only to immediately replace it with new skin. I hissed a breath through my gritted teeth I had picked this memory as it had been so fresh forcing the intrusive telepath to feel my nightmare but fuck that blowtorch had hurt phantom pain still burned sometimes at the sight.
Keeping the grip tightly around the presence I retreated from the memory leaving it to my torment. As the nightmare faded the screams of my younger self were replaced with other screams. The telepath was a kid!
A young woman barely in her late teens was shaking curled on the floor in the fetal position. Her eyes glazed over tears streaming down her face as she screams trapped in the nightmare. Fuck!
Ice cold panic clutched at my throat cutting off my air. It's a fucking kid!
"Friday! Get help down here now!" my voice croaked out over her screams.
I fell to my knees beside her pulling her into my arms pressing my fingers into her temples as my veins began to glow. Unwrapping my hold on her mind I guided the child's presence into a happier one of my memories. Cradling her traumatized mind in a warm sunny meadow I had picnicked at with Claire when she was a little girl. Her screaming turned to whimpers and her body stopped shaking. Fuck! I recognized her from Peter's rambling Wanda Maximoff Petro's twin sister. They were both around Peter's age and the three of them had quickly become friends. What the fuck have I done?!
Her mind was scared and in pain as I tried to smooth it, wrapping her consciousness in warm memories of her childhood as I tried to coax the fragment of her mind from mine. Her whimpering quieted completely as her body lulled to sleep.
My senses screamed at me to move as the sound of a repulsor whirled to life but I stayed on my knees gently placing the limp Wanda on the floor raising my hands. The blast struck me in the back, throwing my body forward and slamming my head into the cold floor. Pain lanced through my head as blood pooled on the floor. Fuck that hurt! I pushed myself to my knees causing the blood from the gash on my head to leak into my eye, the throbbing dulled as the cut healed.
Every muscle in my body roared at me to move but I wasn't going to fight Tony ever. The repulsor whirled and the second blast caught me in the shoulder knocking me forward.
"Tony... please" I croaked. The blast burned through the doctors coat scorching the skin underneath sending shock rippling through my body. My vision tunneled. I had to fight my own instincts not to lash out.
"Shut the fuck up!" Tony's suit filtered voice growled as the third blast slammed my head into the floor again and the world faded away.
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