MADNESS | MARVEL

CHAPTER FOUR

For the next week or so, a routine has been placed on the ginger with a name that started with the letter B. At precisely 6 in the morning, a dull white colored gas will be filtered into the room, rendering her unconscious for exactly ten minutes, and then when she wakes, she will find a plastic tray with a small piece of bread, bland, slightly warm oatmeal and a soft  apple placed on it, a plastic cup filled with room temperature water and one plastic spork placed three inches to the right of the tray.

The ginger would open her eyes after bing knocked out, eat the bread slowly while throwing the apple around as if it were a ball and then drink the water, leaving the horrible oatmeal sitting on the tray. Then, an hour later, the same gas would filter the room and when she would wake up again, the tray would be gone and she was left alone in her cell again.

The grin never left her face though, and that alone set the guards who were constantly watching her on edge.

When the blood red numbers on the digital clock stuck to the wall parallel to the cell turned to a minute before noon, the door would slide open and either Nick Fury, Clint Barton or Natasha Romanoff would enter the room and walk forwards to stand directly in front of where the ginger would be sitting crosslegged. Then they would start interrogating her, or they tried to at least, as each question being asked was either answered with a smirk, grin, a cryptic/vague sentence or she wouldn't answer at all, keeping her face devoid of any emotion and her eyes staring at the wall behind the interrogators.

After a hour or two wasted, they would leave and the ginger was left alone again until the clock hit 3 in the afternoon, where the same gas would be filtered and then a meal of a small portion of undercooked pasta with tasteless, cold tomato sauce that had a sprinkle of plastic-tasting- and-looking cheese on top. Next to the carb-filled meal, there would be another apple and another piece of bread with the identical cup of room temperature water and that one spork.

Like the ginger's breakfast, she would eat the bread and play with the apple while drinking the water, leaving the pasta alone. An hour later, the meal would be taken away after being rendered unconscious. At one point, the ginger noticed a small mark on the inside of her wrist- an injection mark; they had taken blood while she was unconscious to hopefully figure out her origins or whatnot. Pretty soon, they found find out that their efforts were in vane because the ginger made sure that each and every image of herself was erased from existence and wiped from any data server. Her documents were in the same position, but only differed slightly; one had to know her entire legal name to achieve her information and to this day, there was no one alive that new who she really was.

The same cycled continued on until 7 in the evening where she would be knocked out and her final meal would be placed for the night. Her supper consisted of a small piece of cold grilled chicken, four pieces of steamed broccoli and two steamed carrots, another piece of bread, a cup of water and a spork. They provided no knife because they had already cut up the chicken into pieces, not wanting to risk anything. She would drink the water, eat the bread and tear at the vegetables and make mush out of them. An hour later, the food would be gone and she would be left staring at the cool grey painted walls, her only source of entertainment being herself and the guards which she tended to rouse a couple of times throughout the day.

Sleep would not come easy to her. She would lie down on the hard, cold metal ground and stare up at the ceiling of the cell for hours on end, her eyes, although open and blinking, not seeing what was in front of her. She would often count the many blemishes on the ceiling and then create invisible shapes with her eyes, hum songs that appear randomly in her head and would close her eyes, pretending to be asleep until she hears the hiss of the gas being released into the cell and the cycle would start all over again.