"No!" I screamed and pounded my fists on Void's chest. My hands could have been feathers for all the reaction I got out of him. He didn't even bat an eyelash as he threw me bodily back into my pretty prison. All of a sudden, the bright colors didn't seem so cheerful.
"Don't hurt him!" I scream, trying to hold the door open, "Please! Just leave him alone!"
The door slammed shut and I heard the lock click.
"Please," I begged, "please." I rested my forehead against the cold metal of the door as the adrenaline that came so quickly slipped away and left me with another pounding headache. But I couldn't have cared less about anything but Peter. I ignored the tears falling freely down my face and my bruising knuckles.
I don't know how long I stood there, praying that I would wake up from this nightmare, crying, before I slid to my knees.
"Peter," I sobbed.
A gentle hand came to rest on my shoulder. "We'll figure this out," Elizabeth said quietly.
I lifted my head and tried to give her a grateful smile, but all that came out was more tears.
"Hey, come on," Elizabeth said soothingly, "Let's get you away from the door."
So with a little help and more encouragements, she managed to get me away from the door for at least a few hours.
* * * * *
"Fu-" I started.
"Watch it," Elizabeth cut me off before I could finish my word.
"What are you, Captain America?" I snapped, throwing my 5th broken bobby pin down into the pile beneath the door.
"Maybe you should take a break, and maybe leave some bobby pins for me to use in my hair," Elizabeth suggested, ever the voice of reason.
"I can't just sit here and wait," I huffed and sat back on my heels.
"I think that's really the only thing you can do until Void's next visit."
I groaned and did as I was told after I scooted backward per another one of Elizabeth's suggestions. Apparently, it wasn't a good idea to get crushed by a 3ish foot-thick concrete door.
Even then I couldn't sit still. My legs needed to move, no matter if it was running for my life or pace around a small room. Such was my curse that inevitably got me into this situation. I'd grown more and more to hate it, especially after it hurt Peter.
Oh, Peter. I could feel myself crumbling back into a state of pure and unsatiable fear. What could be happening to him? Please don't let him be in pain. I would have traded anything, everything, for his safety. I'd rather have my limbs ripped off my body while I was wide awake then see, hear, or watch him get hurt.
"If you keep at it, you'll wear a hole through the floor," Elizabeth commented, her pencil stopping for only a moment.
"That might just help me get to Peter. It's better than nothing," I said.
"What was that about helping poor little Peter?" Void, now looking more like his Richard self, sneered from the doorway.
My body jumped alert and my fists flew up.
"Oh calm down, I haven't hurt him," he said, "Yet."
"What do you want?" I growled.
"Not much, just to take you on another little tour," He shrugged, approaching me.
"I don't want another 'little tour'," I snapped.
Richard paid no attention to me even though he grabbed my wrist.
"Dad, please," Elizabeth objected as he pulled me toward the door. She'd somehow managed to stand up without her crutches and hobble over to us without us noticing.
"Sit back down Elizabeth," Richard said, he voice dangerously sweet, "We don't need another accident, do we?"
"Come on, dad," She said again. It was beyond brave of her to ignore the clear threat and stand there on one leg in front of our maniac father.
"You'll have your turn, Lizzy," he said, before yanking me out the door and slamming it.
* * * * *
Hallway after hallway blended together. This time I knew there was no way I'd be finding my way onto a rooftop, or even finding my way back to my bedroom prison. I caught the sound of voices behind a door or two as I was hauled past, but I never heard clear words.
It had felt like an hour since I'd been dragged off. Either that or 3 seconds, I had no way of telling.
"Don't say a word," Richard spoke, sparing me an annoyed glance.
"Um, what-?" I stared indigently, but he clapped a hand over my mouth. He shouldered open the door after he pressed his finger to a scanner.
The room was terrifying.
The sterile-looking metal walls reflected the glowing lights from a variety of boards. I couldn't have told you what any of the buttons, switches, and screens on any of them meant or did, but the vague ideas I had sent a shiver down my spine.
There was a small group of white lab-coated people huddling over one of the boards. I could catch the sound of murmurs, but none of them held any meaning to me. One of them, a middle-aged woman with a messy bun on top of her head, glanced back then altered the rest of them of our presence.
"So soon, Mister Lang?" Another, an old man with a kind face, spoke up.
"The sooner the better," was Richard's gruff reply.
They all nodded, I counted 7, then split off. There was no chaos, just a sudden bote of motion that took me off guard.
"She can have a seat over there," The first woman said, moving over to a chair set ominously in the middle of the circle of boards. It suddenly struck me as a very Captain America serum moment, and not in a good way.
The chair was kind of like a tech-y dentist chair, and not in a good way either. Richard pushed me into the chair.
"Hey!" I protested, sending him a withering glare.
Richard couldn't have cared less. The woman set to work, hitting things and twisting nobs. She appeared to check a few gauges. She checked my pulse and did some other surface examinations.
Then she started strapping me in.
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Sorry for that wait on this. I was kinda stumped with this chapter and I'm not sure where exactly I'm going with this. And on top of that school started and I'm juggling a job with it. Anyway, I'm really trying to not take forever with this book, but school and work and piano lessons (I'm starting those this week) come before my hobby.
I also can't thank all of you enough for the incredible amount of support on this book! I never imagine that this would go anywhere! I love you! <3
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