I close my eyes as Victor kicks my stomach, I've been stuck in this stupid place for an entire week now. Every day is the same, I'm abused and tortured somehow because I refuse to kill Tony for them. The only positive is that Henry hasn't been touched, maybe Clover's told them that I'm more likely to break.
"You'll save yourself a lot of pain if you just agree to help us" Clover says, standing over in the corner of the room. Why would I agree to help these people kill Tony? None of the avengers deserve to die and my days of killing people for no reason are over, they would never have begun if I knew what was really happening.
"I'd have saved myself from a lot of pain if I never met you" I snap, glaring at Clover. Sometimes I think Clover feels bad about what I'm being put through, but other times I think it's not bothering her at all. She's hard to read.
"Tony would've been saved from a lot of pain if he never met you" Clover retaliates, raising an eyebrow challengingly. The annoying thing about Clover is she has a wicked tongue; she always has an insult up her sleeve.
"Fuck you, Clover" I reply, I have nothing else to say. She has serious nerve to bring up Tony after what she told me when we met in the forest. I wince as Victor kicks my already bruised torso and then proceeds to punch me; I can feel blood dripping from my nose.
"You weren't lying when you said the x-men made you resistant to torture, but everybody breaks eventually. It's not a matter of if, it's simply a matter of when" Susan says, I look away from her as I attempt to stand back up, I need to show her that I'm not going to give in and agree to kill anyone, let alone someone I care about.
I manage to grab Susan's blonde hair and try to shove her to the ground, but she pulls a knife out of her pocket and stabs my thigh, causing me to let go of her hair, she shoves me down and kicks my face with her black boot. She kneels down with her knee pressing into my back and twists my arm behind my back, I think she's going to break it. Mystique always taught me not to start a fight unless I'm sure I can finish it, something I should've considered before trying to attack Susan.
"You are nothing without your powers. Even with them, what do you have? Mystique didn't care about you, and the avengers were just using you" Susan says, I clench my fists and don't say anything, not wanting to give Susan the reaction she wants. If I had gone to Peter after I confronted the avengers, I wouldn't have ended up here. He was pissed at me, but I have no doubt he would've gotten over it once I revealed the truth.
"This whole place is nothing, nobody has heard of you and even if they have, nobody cares. You're not a threat, you are torturing a fifteen-year-old to kill an avenger for you. At least people know who I am" I reply, I groan slightly as Victor hits the whip down onto my stab wound, I usually heal fast but my body isn't being given enough time to heal like it normally does.
Victor grabs my arm and drags me to my feet, he leads me over to a wall and fastens two restraints against my wrists and two against my ankles, the restraints are fastened to the wall. My body sinks, the restraints the only thing keeping my body in a standing position. Victor puts gloves onto his hands. Does he not want blood on him or something? Without warning, Victor hits me with some kind of stick. My muscles jerk and spasm and my body feels hot, pain shoots through me.
"Wait, electrocution?" Clover asks.
I scream as I'm hit again, my body feels like it's on fire. My body twitches, each movement causing more pain to shoot through me. I hear myself whimper; I've never been electrocuted before.
"Are you going to help us?" Susan asks, walking over to me and lifting my head up so I'm forced to look her in the eyes. "I bet this is painful, agree to help and we'll fix your injuries."
I shake my head and close my eyes as my body is hit for the third time. My body is burning, there's a tingling sensation going down my body and every time a muscle moves the pain gets worse. Pain enters my head and I groan slightly. I don't even have the strength to scream when I'm hit for the fourth time.
"That's enough" I vaguely hear Susan say. "Clover, take her back to her room." Susan and Victor walk out of the room.
Clover walks over, she undoes the restraints against my ankles and then the ones against my wrists. My body collapses forward and Clover grabs me, placing one of my arms around her shoulder, she puts her arm around my waist and guides me to the stairs. Each step causes a sharp jolt of pain to shoot through me. It feels like it's been an hour when we make it to the final stairs.
"Come on, we're almost there" Clover says, my body is leaning heavily against her, I try to stand up but my body isn't listening to me, my body still feels like it's on fire.
"Clover, I can't" I whimper, closing my eyes as the pain in my head gets worse.
"Just a few more steps, Storm, we're so close" Clover says, she's doing her best to support me, but I still need to do something. I force my legs to take another few steps, biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out as pain shoots through me. Clover uses her card to open the door and I see Henry standing in front of us.
"What did they do to you, Storm?" Henry asks, devastation clear in his voice. I stumble forward and hug him tightly; I hear Henry slam the door on Clover. Tears stream down my face, Henry half drags, half carries me over to my bed, I lie down. "This is, like, electrocution" Henry says, pulling up my white top, that's stained with my own blood, to see the marks. More tears stream down my face, pain shooting through my body each time I move.
"It's ok, we're going to get out of here, it's ok" Henry says, sounding furious and upset at the same time. He places his hand on my back, his hand moving up and down.
*Author's Note* I'm obsessed with Henry and Storm's bond, after losing their other friends, they'll do anything to keep each other safe.
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Beautiful Ruins
Action"Maybe there was a fleeting moment where I wanted to be a hero and believed I could be one, but the truth is I'm not, I won't ever be. My past does define me, it made me a villain" - Storm. Fifteen-year-old Storm is the daughter of Black Widow and I...
