Telekinetic (Quicksilver)

Chapter 6

I could feel my eyes slowly starting to open, my sight was flooded with light. I couldn't see very well, and I cringed from the sudden brightness. My eyes opened slowly, blinking constantly as to get used to my surroundings. I was on a cot, a bright white blanket was covering my body. I could feel something cold gripping to my arms, and I was quite surprised to find that my limbs were bolted to the bed. I wrenched my arms upward, unhappy to find that the chains didn't break. My head was also chained to the bed, making it impossible to see my body. I could hear a faint mumbling coming from somewhere to my left, but I couldn't turn my head to see who was there. I could feel a strange melting sensation running up and down my body, probably from numbness. 

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I spoke, my voice strained. When I talked, I could feel a slight tension in my throat, causing me to cough. I could smell synthetics and medicine in the air, making an unwelcoming smell of a Doctor's office fill my nostrils. It was very overpowering. 

"What is your name?" I could hear a stern voice fill my ears. There was a slight pause as I thought.

"Mercy Hemsworth." I could hear a calm, collected voice exit my lips. That was my name, wasn't it?

"Wrong." At this, a striking pain rammed itself into my head. It was as if I had run into a running train that was sparking up and on fire. I screamed in pain and my face flushed. 

"What is your name?" By the time the voice started again, I was heaving in breaths. My heart was pounding like I hadn't breathed in years. That man said that my father's name was Xavier. Maybe if I said--

"Mercy Xavier..." My voice drifted off, and I closed my eyes, praying that I wouldn't have to suffer through that pain again. Silence.

"What are you?" The voice continued. What am I?I don't even know the answer to that question myself.

"A Mutant?" It came out as a question, even though I meant it as a statement. I could feel a faint buzzing sound as my body jumped off from the table, the pain was almost unbearable. 

"You are a freak." My eyes went wide with anger. Who does this person think they are? I could feel water streaming from my eyes, or at least I thought it was water.

"Who are you?" I asked. There was silence. "Do you not hear me? I said, 'Who are you?'" 

I could hear footsteps pounding on the ground, getting louder and louder. I held my breath. Maybe I didn't want to know who was doing this to me. Maybe it would be better to keep it a secret. My heart was thudding almost as loudly as my torturers feet against the floor. A face slowly came to loom above mine, and I took in all of his features. He had dark brown hair, and sharp features, which enhanced his blue eyes. I stared at him for a bit, until he eventually walked away from me.

"My name is Director Colcord. Do you know why you are here?" His voice sounded young, and I could tell that he must have been slightly older than twenty-five. I tried to connect my thoughts with his, trying to find out where I was, but I got a great wave of pain through my head in return. 

"No. I don't know why I'm here......" I could feel my arms start to tremble, despite the fact that I was trying to stay as still as possible.

"You are Weapon VIII. I have been running experiments on you for the past three days, and you're almost complete." At this, my mind went wild, filling with questions and worry. What kind of experiments? I've been her for three days? Who knows what has been done to me.....

"I don't understand, I--" My body lurched, and my body felt like it was melting away. I could only feel my head, which was also starting to melt. What was happening? "What are you doing to me?" I whined, my voice cracking like glass.