Little Witch

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TW: DEATH, TORTURE, GORE, SELF HARM, AND STRAIGHT UP VIOLENCE

When I woke I was next to another body, the pipe no longer in my body as I my eyes widened as I saw the body missing an arm and I tried to scurry away but my mind clouded in a haze, by something stronger than my magic... it can't be- 

"What's the rush beautiful" I looked over at the armless man, a look of weariness in my eyes as I tried to stumble away "did they give you a cuttlefish nightmare?"

I couldn't think, I couldn't speak, but I knew there was more that just whatever the robot know as Ultron was planning, there was magic, a different type of magic far more dangerous that I was burdened with, and that's what terrified me.

The Avengers showed up at some point Ultron turning his attention to them as I took this as my chance to try and escape. Stumbling as I tried to silently scurry away, but it was hard, my brain wasn't working properly all I could do was run, my ankles buckling in my heals as I was suddenly pulled into someone's grasp, a hand covering my mouth to muffle my scream as Romanoff came in my view putting a finger to her lips and I nodded in understanding. Rogers holding me up as we made our way around wherever we were. 

At some point a glare of red tinted my vision, an immense tense pressure filling my head, the magic that was already clouding my head fighting a darker, even more intense  magic that had infiltrated my head. It became too much for my brain as it completely shut down, causing me to collapse.

"Come along number eight," a sharp voice echoed a hand leading a five-year-old to a metal chamber.

"Why are we here," a child's voice echoed through out the chamber as she stood in the middle of the chamber, the old man walking to the corner of the chamber grabbing something, too dark to see what he picked up as he held it behind his back.

"You've been demonstrating similar powers as number four," the old man looked down at the blonde child "now I just need to see how similar."

"I-It's just one test right," the child said worriedly, used to the harsh training that the old man would put her and her siblings. 

"Yes of course number eight," the old man said carelessly, clearly not intending to keep his promise. The child let out a shaky gasp as she stared down the end of a gun tears starting to roll down her face,"now hold still number eight," the old man said sternly, the sound of a gun filling the room as a bullet pierced the little girls chest, a scream being heard as the child fell to the ground

The scene transitioned from another life ending test to another one, beheading, bullets to the head, waterboarding, suffocation, loss of blood the older man getting more creative with ways of how to end a life. The child growing and changing into a broken teenager that has grown accustomed to her guardian's murderous tests. 

"How dare you" the older man barked as he dragged the kicking and screaming thirteen year old into the same chamber "this is for your own good number eight, how else will you be prepared for an enemy attack, you dare- SUMMON ME."

The face of the old man burned through and a shadowy figure with the head of a goat skull replaced him.

"All mighty Luci-" The fifteen year old tried to protest as she fell to her knees

"YOU DARE TRY AND MAKE A DEAL WITH ME," the entity roared as he threw the teenager flying across the room," DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM, I AM NOT A LESSER BEING THAT YOU CAN JUST MEDDLE WITH," the being roared as it hovered over the injured teen. 

Her pleads and cries were drowned out with the sound of her flesh tearing and ribs being cracked open, her screams piercing the room as she choked on her blood and it went dark 

A groan echoed the room as a pair of heavy eyes opened in a bathtub the words said earlier echoing through the seventeen year old's head.

"What good are you if you can't even bring back Ben!"

"I am not Klaus, stop trying to replace me for him I can't, I'll die, for good!"

"What good are you if you can't even take one for the team, we'd be much better if it was you that died!"

The teenager just stared slightly to the wall across from her twirling a knife in her hands, her face not even flinching as she dug the blade deep into her own wrist, dragging it downward cutting her veins wide open, blood pooling from the wounds turning the blood red, as she did the same thing to her other wrist. Her body weakening more and more with the blood she was loosing, her eyes growing heavier and heavier as her head lolled back. In a weak attempt, she jammed the blade into her neck, blood spurting from the stab, before the life started draining from her eyes. 

Her eyes darted to the figure of her dead brother that had formed in the corner of the room," I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she whispered as she slowly died. 

Instead of it being Allison that found me, I walked into the scene of the night after Ben had died my hear wrenching  as the magic in my brain clouded me. I tried to break the bind on my mind, but the magic was too strong. I knew that if I couldn't break it there was other way to manipulate the magic, and I found the other magical entity, the girl, the brunette girl, as I used parts of her magic, sending it to her mind, altering the nightmares so that it was my worst ones were glued to her mind. 

It worked, she let out a scream as all of Reginald's test happened to her in my perspective. The other guy with the frosted tips having to carry me and the other girl to wherever we were regrouping.