Percy Jackson and The Avengers

Chapter 11

Thanks for reading this for. Kate cannot write this summer. 

Larissa

Hurricane hated everyone. They all hurt him, whether it was the burning his skin orpoisons knives it her hurt. The thing that hurt the most was the words. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me was so false. More false than ostriches can fly. The words hurt the most. They never left visible scars, but the mental ones ran deep

"Can't even remember you family, I wonder if you even try" hurt because he did try, hard. But whenever he remembered something the "rebooted" him, not that hurricane could remember. All he knew was that he was a failure. Couldn't even remember the woman who brought him in the world. 

"I wonder if your family even cares, I don't think they do... They aren't even looking for a disgrace like you." Hurricane couldn't even reject the idea because he was a horrible family member and couldn't even remember anything about them, so knowing what they thought about him was out of the question.

"You are a disgrace" This hurt because if his master didn't even like him and thought of him as Lower than Tarturas-

A piercing jar ran through his head. "What was Tarturas? Why did he think about it.?"

The thought was soon forgotten

-lower than the mud on his shoes than who would think about him.

Hurricane thought he didn't matter. That he was a doll to be messed with.

Oh how wrong was he. 

The door of his cage slammed open. His master stepped over the puddles of blood. Hurricane's blood. We need you asset 56. Get yourself together. Hurricane sighed, Master didn't like that. 

"Come on you insolent boy..." Hurricane's master sneered. He roughly grabbed Hurricane's hand and slammed the key in the lock. "You brat. You don't deserve my attention." Hurricane had to bit back a response about how his Master's action only consisted of torture and killings, but Hurricane knew if he said that he wouldn't get food for weeks. A little voice in his head whispered, "He is right, your pathetic and no one likes you. You're so week your family isn't even looking for you." Hurricane tried to block the voice, but it became too much and he subsided to the thoughts. He was too busy to notice his master kicking his ribs and Hurricane slowly get up because his ribs burned in protest.  He humbly fallow his master to the healing chamber. Master slammed Hurricane into the round looking pod in the middle of the stone, gray, bare room. Hurricane almost shivered. It might have of the thought of going back into the healing pod, or maybe it was the chill in the room. When Hurricane head hit the metal pod the serum immediately crashed into his arms. The pod looked exactly like captain America's pod. The only difference of the pods was the liquid. The liquid being shot into Hurricane was red. The liquid not only healed ever injury painfully it was another dose of the super soldier serum. Too much serum will kill a man, and nobody cared about if Hurricane lived. Hurricane had been in the pod ten times know. It was hard to tell how long Hurricane had been in Hydra because they had a machine to slow time,but he would guess ten years. One year could suddenly a hundred. It was a very dangerous machine. After Hurricane stopped screaming they reminded Hurricane of the bomb in his heart. One wrong move and there would be Hurricane all over the room. The thing was, was that Hurricane didn't need the bomb. All Hurricane wanted to do was make his master proud, then he wouldn't be useless and Master would be proud. 

But a small voice told him that his Master would never be proud of him because he wasn't worth it.

Little did he know that was his master speaking. There was a chip in his brain that gave him these thoughts. Hydra had to put it in when rebooting wasn't working. Now it worked just fine.