back in black ; ac/dc
she was taken down the damp hallway to another room. this room smelled faintly of blood and metal. there was a single chair.
"undress."
she did.
"turn."
she did. he began to poke her arms to have her hold them up, while he took measurements.
then he tapped her knees so she separated her legs. he measured.
when he'd finished writing all his measurements down, he gave her a sterile hospital dress and she tied it around her body.
he took the only seat and read through his measurements once more.
"miss rebecca, it looks to me like you're a perfect specimen for us to test here. the only thing left for me to measure is-"
"the power," she interrupted him.
"yes, the power. would you?"
she nodded and crossed her legs. she closed her eyes and began to look into his soul, a childhood memory emerged.
she manipulated the pain inside it and sent it back to his conscience. she opened her eyes to see his face writhed with emotional pain.
she moved her hands as if to physically grab the memory and twisted it, wrenching it like a knife in skin. more and more pain.
"stop!" he yelled and she dropped her hands, dropping the now-sour memory. he brushed off his clean doctor's jacket, "psionic abilities. an overload of emotional or mental pain, memory loss, lack of consciousness, even death. i got it."
she smiled, "so what now doctor?"
"procedures to see how far this power can go. procedures to see if we can harness it-"
"why'd you take me from the institute?" she asked him.
"because we need well-rounded specimens. if you cooperate, we'll take you back."
"really?"
"perhaps. now stand, come with me."
he led her out of the room and down the damp hall, even farther away from the very first room.
"i thought you wouldn't like the institute after all this time. boss says you're a rebel, a fighter, and you're regularly beaten for your actions."
"it's not the institute i miss; i've got a friend that i miss."
"hm," he opened a heavy door and threw her into darkness. "i didn't suspect you to be the loving kind."
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knock on wood | howlett
Fanfiction" there's this old habit of knocking on wood. they say it releases evil spirits, that it ensures good luck. we could use some of that, huh? " • { disclaimer : I do not own the marvel franchise, the characters, movie/comic/novel plot lines, or rights...
