Forged in fear

Carnage | 1

(Narrative)

"Hello everyone and welcome back, today we come bearing grave news, another act of terrorism strikes again leaving three men dead, and several injured. Witnesses say it was the man who has been terrorizing the city for years now, the one man the police still can't catch, Carnage."

A small TV set on the center of a metal table played the current news for the events that went down today in a small city near Genoa, Italy. Carnage was the name given to him by the people but he is known as Agent X (Agent X is Peter btw :) to both HYDRA and himself.

"Several injured?"

The man standing in front of him was wearing the classic HYDRA uniform and mask, the rare times he was able to talk with others there, they call him the punisher for obvious reasons. He was also holding an electric baton which was what scared Agent X the most. He was strapped to a leather chair, without a shirt, as things usually go for them.

The punisher then hit him hard in the gut, Agent X groaned in pain but knew better than to cry. Instead he bit the inside of his cheek feeling the lingering electric shock flowing through his body start to fade as he squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head back.

"Your precision is lacking!" The punisher roared as he hit him again. Agent X pulled on the straps hoping to break free, but to his dismay they didn't. He let out an exasperated breath looking down at his chest covered in all kinds of different scars as flickers of electricity danced around his body.

"P-Please I'm sorry!" He yells out in pain.

"What will sorry do for you here?" The punisher asks as he continuously beats him.

Over and over again.

when he's done two guards who were in there with him unstrapped his arms and pushed the chair closer to the table.

"Compose yourself." One of them says slapping him. He then looks up wiping his face quickly before sitting up straight.

"Yes sir." He replied clearly. The Punisher came back over with a tray of food. The same food he has been eating every day, every meal, for thirteen years straight now.

Three egg whites, boiled chicken breast, one cup of soybeans, one cup of black beans and a glass of water mixed with protein powder. And Agent X hated it. Him and all the others ate that all the time. no flavor and pretty dry.

Although there weren't many people there it was only him, another solider he knew about being trained like him as well, people who basically work as slaves, and five other soldiers like him, but they were all frozen in time right now. So the few there got all the attention.

They were being kept at a small base and when someone was being tortured, you would know from your cell.

They only had ten minutes to eat and drink the water and everything had to be gone not a single bean left. They told them it was a diet to help with muscle growth and to keep them healthy, I guess it works, maybe, Agent X doesn't really know what unhealthy and healthy mean, sure he has been told what it is but never got any references as to what they are.

He quickly scarfed down the food trying to ignore the pain he felt throughout his chest and gut every time he swallowed. He cleaned it off just in time as the punisher came to get him.

He comes over and puts his hands into a metal clamp like handcuffs made of vibranium, no way they could break. He then looks at him and Agent X can feel his glare through the mask he's wearing, sending shivers down his spine. He bends down on one knee and removes the straps around his legs.

"Stand up." He says in a menacing voice, Agent X does so promptly. "Now move." He says pulling out his electric baton and placing it near his back, he roughly places a firm hand on his shoulder and begins to guide him out of the room, and any time that he would walk a little too slow he would feel the baton touch his back which sent electricity coursing through his entire body.