Desperado (Marvel fanfic) {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 1

AN:// A big thanks to @Milo_16 for my beautiful cover/artwork :D :D.

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How do I describe this feeling? Sluggish, confused thoughts bumped and molded together within my own head, it should have hurt, but it did not. It was as if I was trapped somewhere, I do not know who or what did this to me, but the question was quickly numbed down into slushy grey matter which I could not grasp.

It is... strange, there is no color in this place, neither black nor white, not even grey. No emotions could escape this empty place, curiosity, fear, pain, all of those things that made me a sentient being, every little bit of it, eradicated, like smoke in the wind. This should frighten me, it should frighten me that I cannot feel fear, but it does not.

'Am I awake?' I wonder numbly.

Groaning noiselessly, I stiffly open my eyes, like a tin-man slowly regaining freedom of his physical form, only to be blinded by bright florescent lights, glaring down at me from above. 'I remember this...' I try and move my arms to block the offending brightness from my dull brown eyes to find that I couldn't move an inch. I'm strapped down, most likely the latter. I instinctively peered around, hoping to take in as much of the room in as possible. There is a man standing above me, well he looked human enough.

Like those mad scientists in sci-fi films. But its movements... I don't think it's human.

I flinch at the way the humanoid shadow stared emotionlessly at my frozen form, speaking in cold mummers that I tried my best to comprehend, 'This is so familiar' I focused on them, the room, and then... 'Wait.' I feel my internal organs contract in sudden realization. 'No, no, no... Not this again, anything but this.' I could feel my heart rate raising, pumping adrenalin into my body. Still I cannot move.

I know where I am now , the lights, the computers and jars of specimens lining the shelves, I am in his lab. He went by many names, , The White Devil, Monster, but to me he was only known as Sinister. No sooner had I thought that, there he was, smirking that stupid smirk of his. If anything I offered to be a part of his experiments, despite what happened all those years ago....

This is the first time he operated on me, using electric pulses to stimulate my muscular skeletal system, in hopes to make me stronger so he could do the same for his lackys. I loathe the fact he compensates me so well for doing this, being paid to be his guinea pig.

I wanted to cry, but I held back, trying to ask them what they wanted, begging to be let go. This wasn't like me, this isn't what I'd do, and yet I continued despite no sound coming from my lips, not even that oh so familiar vibration down my throat.

He laid his free hand on my forehead pressing me harshly to the hard, elevated surface, shackles suddenly around my wrists and ankles. A syringe diving closer to my neck, panicked I struggle, like a lamb in the jaws of a hungry lion, more hands holding down my arms and legs. I feel a pinch at my neck, and I suddenly freeze, I don't know if it was because I was paralyzed with fear, my captures injected me with a tranquilizer, or if a poison was slowly taking effect.

I finally heard my own screaming.