time lapse ⇒pietro maximoff

XIV

Eden

We'd snuck into a room in the motel Pietro had lead us to in the outskirts of Sokovia, close to his childhood home. Wanda was standing by the window, her eyebrows furrowed in a troubling expression. Her eyes were alit with the Crimson she had used to enchant the team.

Pietro had promised to do a perimeter around the hotel we'd settled at just a few hours before. With his speed, he'd probably circled the whole continent of Europe by now.

I blushed a furious red just at the thought of him, Pietro. His overgrown and wild silver hair, his sexy five o'clock shadow, his compassion and iron will, drew me in like a magnet.

Suddenly then as I thought of the silver-haired mutant, a silver mist appeared before my vision and I gasped, letting it overtake me.

I screamed bloody murder. My screams echoed against the hollow concrete walls I was enclosed in. I gripped at my hair and shook back and forth, seismic tremors wracking my body uncontrollably. My hair, strand by strand, was turning white. My body losing its olive tone.

I could feel my own eye color change, my forest green eyes straining and twisting into a cold ice blue.

The thick door opened ominously, revealing two burly men, and one with a monocle. The burly men walked swiftly over to me, curled up in the furthest corner of the room and yanked me up forcefully.

"Ready for your second treatment, девушка?" He asked cynically, and I screamed and thrashed against the men.

I didn't waste words, I screamed I place of them. I knew I was isolated enough that English wasn't a language spoken. But all I could do to improve my chances of being found, was scream.

"Получить ее тихо!" With that order, one of the men holding me in his steel grip punched me in the stomach, knocking all of the breath out of me, cutting off my piercing screams.

I slumped over, attempting to collect my breathing, wheezing loudly as I tried.

"взять ее в лабораторию !"

I was dragged by my arms out of my cell, and into a poorly lit hallway. I found this chance to scream once more, noticing other people aside from the evil man and his goons.

A silver haired man appeared in my blurring vision, shouting inaudible phrases that sounded like profanities and slurs.

"Какого черта ты делаешь ?! Кто она!"

"Ни один из вашего Промишленое ! Будьте мудры и держаться подальше от пути!" The monocle man barked, as I was shoved into a sterile white room, and I gave a desperate glance at the silver haired boy.

"Please." I mouthed, tears in abundance as I felt my own upending death. It was true though, that I wouldn't come out alive from that lab.

But someone else would.

Wanda was fiercely shaking me, her hands aglow with the fiery Crimson, trying enchant me. But I couldn't feel a thing.

"What happened?" She asked, in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

"Visions- I haven't had one in a while." I murmured, while Wanda continues to stare me down, her eyes still glowing vibrantly.

"I saw the whole thing... How do you remember that?" Wanda asked, her voice in a low tremor.