The Pain I'm In || Peter parker || [Completed]✔

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Recap: (Peter's Pov)

I have no clue where I am,
Nor what's going on. I feel dead inside, and I'm slowly starting to boil with rage. Anytime I try to move, my body is engulfed in a seemingly infinite overwhelming surge of pain.

It's times like this, I wish the voice in my head would At the very least comfort me.

But like all times I've wished for its calming yet sadistic nature to reassure my soul; it's no where to be found.

My breathes hitch, as I shuffle around. The hairs on my spine stood on edge. I couldn't figure out what was going on. And I had no clue what happened to my phone.

I was pouring sweat, and starving to death, as well as adgitated
And exhausted.

Soon though, the van came to a hault.

Someone pushes me into what felt like asfault, though I'm blinded by the darkness of the bag masking my sight. "Where the hell am I?? And where are you taking me?!" I growl in anger.

"Shut up." A dark raspy voice Snarls in response, before I'm lead into what felt like a dark; eerie room.

When the bag, is Pulled off my head; I realise I've been placed in
Some sort of large Containment chamber.

I try my best obsorbing my surroundings. my eyes Dart back and fourth, in adgitation.
I beat my hands against the Rusty, metal walls. I try doing anything I can to free hands; they're chained together behind me.

"Could you please, calm down. I'm trying to read." A voice chimes in from behind me. I turn around, and find a girl, littered with scars as well as bruises and burn marks. I'm her hands, a dark yet strange book with markings engraved in the front.

"Who are you?! W-Where are we??" She rolls her eyes. "Welcome to mutant hell dude. This is where all hell breaks lose." She muses in response.

"Then why aren't you dead?" I ask. She glances up at me, "because I'm the champion here. I'm the one you're probably about to have to fight to the death. And in case you haven't noticed; you really don't have much of a choice here bud."

I scoff, and bitterly slide against the wall and sit in the corner before hugging my knees to my chest.

What in God's name have I gotten myself into now???

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Peter's pov

DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, PLOOSH.
The Defeaning echoe Of liquid Slapping against A hardened surface- takes its toll on my heightened senses.

My knees ache and neck crackle and pop with every move I make.

The light Glistens against the pool of blood In the floor- I lift my head squinting as The burning glare of The flickering light from above; scalded my pupils.

"They're coming. might wanna..you know 'mentally prepare' for what's about to go down." The girl throws the book onto the Brown Thick fabric laying across the Corner of the floor.

"H-How are you...fine with this? You seem so..upbeat. you could die here...we could die here.."
She rolls her eyes at that. "Yeah, you could die...by Sitting in you're own blood feeling sorry for yourself like that. What are you 7? Your supposed to be a mutant for shitsake."