cryptid
/cryp·tid/
noun
an animal that has been claimed to exist but never proven to exist
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The investigation of cryptid creatures from the general public sparked interest within SHIELD's Enh...
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"What lies ahead but only a purpose to live?"
Washington, D.C. March, 2012
VAY sighed as Agent Marks carefully held her right arm, wrapping the open cuts in her skin with a wrap that would probably stain sooner or later. He was pretty meticulous with his work, and Vay left him to it with a look of boredom on her face. The consequences of her actions usually led to a day spent with Agent Marks in the bank vault, but it really wasn't a big deal anymore.
Vay had gotten punished so often that Agent Marks no longer scared her, and Sasha proclaimed that removing Papa out of cryostasis to hurt him was more of a reward then a punishment, because Vay was still able to see him.
So here she was after a very numb punishment that Vay didn't really remember.
Agent 17– the part of her that felt nothing and knew nothing– was usually the part of her that experienced the absolute agony Agent Marks was able to produce.
She held out her other arm as Agent Marks moved on to the next one.
"You've started to get boring." Agent Marks said with a huff. "It's never fun when the tortured starts to look and feel bored when you're supposed to be in pain."
Vay rolled her eyes at him.
Agent Marks didn't bother tightening his grip because Vay didn't really react anymore. She was practically just exhausted all the time, running on caffeine and espresso shots that Sasha let her take all the time. It was honestly just bothersome to give Agent Marks a visit– a nuisance, persay.
Vay watched as he finished wrapping her other arm.
"Sorry to ruin your source of entertainment, Marks." She shrugged as she pushed herself off the metal table, standing to her feet and stretching out her wings and arms. "There's only so much pain you can give before you start running out of ideas."
Agent Marks crossed his arms over his chest.
"You used to shudder in my presence." He said as he put a hand on her head, ruffling her hair while remaining uncaring of the cuts he received. "Now you're just an angsty teen. You'd be more fun to play Super Mario with then torture now."
"Super Mario, really? What are you, a child?" Vay questioned.
"Bet you'd shut up real quick if your Sasha came around though, wouldn't ya?" He grinned.
