Switching it Up (ON HOLD)

Hell on Earth

    "Thanks." I mumbled sarcastically while shutting my eyes. I heard a soft thud as she picked up the syringe and readied it. Then, without warning, plunged it into my vein. At first it was only a sting that was easy enough to handle, but then she injected the liquid. It felt like fire and ice simultaneously in my veins, and I could feel it as it coursed through my body cutting off my senses one by one, the last being my sense of touch. Finally I was met  with the sweet relief that came with unconsciousness and the world faded into blackness.

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    I woke up to a strong throbbing in my skull.

    What the hell happened?

    Then I remembered, the bus crashing, Emma's death, the injection, everything. I looked around to see I was still in the room where I had recieved the injection, but the woman was gone and, as there was nothing besides the medical table I had been laying on and the table where the syringe had been previously, I had no idea what time it was nor how long I had been sleeping for. I rose slowly from the table, stumbling slightly, and catching my hand on the small table. I noticed a glass a water resting on the reflective surface of the table and immediatly picked it up and downed it, and it was then I realized how thirsty I was. I looked down to see I was now wearing a hospital gown and my clothes and shoes were gone.

   As I looked around the room once again I noticed a door, the one I had entered through, but I couldn't see the door the nurse had come in through. Though I thought it strange I didn't dwell on it, I had bigger things to worry about, like getting out of this room. I walked towards the door and tested the handle finding it unlocked, but something strange happened. The handle twisted all the way and then some breaking the metal as the door swung open leaving me bewildered and with a golden handle in my hand. I gasped, dropping the handle in the process and looked at where the handle had been, staring at the twisted metal in shock.

   Did I do that? No, that's impossible I could only do that if I was fucking superman with super strength. It must have already been broken. Right?

    Oh, Honey, sorry to say it, but that was you.

    What the hell? I looked around fevereshly, trying in vain to find the voice. I remembered hearing it before right before we entered the shack.

    Don't bother looking for me, sweet heart, you can't see me only hear me.

    But how? Where are you? Who are you? Why are you talking to me?

  I'm a telepath, I thought you would have figured at least that out by now. As for your other questions, I'm in my room. Who I am is irrelevant and I'm talking to you because you... intrigue me.

   I intrigue you? What the HELL does that mean?

  That's it right there. Even though you were just experimented on and witnessed the, undeniably brutal, death of someone you knew  and you are still sarcastic as fuck. I'm also very bored.

   But how could I do that? How did I break the door handle?

   Once again I thought you would have figured that out by now.

   Just fucking tell me would you?

  Touchy, touchy, touchy. Remind me never to talk to you while you're on your period. And the serum gave you strength, but you could get others on top of that.

   Wait, so you're telling me that I am now super strong. AND I could get others? Other what?

   Powers.