NOT UR FREAK (Avengers fan-fiction)

Capitulo Uno: A Small Price to Pay

There are times when dreams sustain us more than facts, to read story and surrender to a book is to keep our very humanity alive.

-Maria Popova; A Holocaust Survivor-

The man looked around the room, terrified as the people in white coats circled him, prodding him with needles and taking samples of his blood. They all seemed to forget that he was a human being the moment he walked through those doors. He became subject 312, an object to poke and control, an animal to strap to the medical table as if it had become to dangerous for basic decency. 

To be fair, the man, Mathew Albrich, had indeed volunteered for this treatment. Any treatment with the possibility of curing him from the disease that racked him constantly, leaving him weak and in pain. 

But he had thought they would take him to a renowned hospital, with the newest equipment to rid him of this cursed palsy, not blindfold him and lead him so far underground his ears popped. Not being drugged and waking up in a concrete room filled with other humans, seemingly devoid of life. Not being stripped down, strapped to a table and stuck with what must have been at least a million needles. 

Not this. He thought as his skin began to grow cold. He could feel the bruises forming beneath his skin. His frigid body temperature depleting quickly, the sensitive blood cells made even more fragile with the cold. He looked up into the eyes of the man staring down at him, his own filled with panic, unable to scream with the gag tied securely to his face. 

He was smiling down at him, seemingly happy with his work.

And then the convulsions hit. The scientists hurried around the table, frantically trying to still the writhing subject with an assortment of sedatives, to no avail. 

There was the sickening sound of a snap as his arm was broken in several places, and still the spasms continued, twisting his body into impossible positions. The heart monitor attached to his arm was going of the radar until, it to, was torn from his arm.

Mathew was just as scared as the white-coated people scrambling around him were, except they weren't strapped to an unmovable surface, they had control of their limbs, their bodies weren't going into Athetosis. 

His head gave one more jerk, filled with all the power and adrenaline of a man about to die, and then all was still. 

The head scientist approached cautiously, and carefully inserted the heart monitor once again. There was only silence.

They all let out a collective sigh of disappointment. One walked over to the door, and poking his head out of the small room called out the word that put fear in the hearts of every man, woman and child sitting in the next room.

"Another!"

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The group of men and women sat around the simple metal table, staring at each other pointedly. The awkward silence was only broken when the head scientist burst in, out of breath and late as usual.

As soon as he was seated a woman wearing an immaculately clean uniform stood and addressed the committee with a regal nod and their formal greeting.

"Hail Hydra." She said, looking discussed at the man who hadn't bothered to take off his blood stained white-coat.

The answering cry was halfhearted, and she made a mental note to re-instate her leadership and control over their lives. 

Didn't she deserve more respect than a whisper of "Hail Hydra"? Didn't Hydra itself deserve more? Yes, it was time she raised some moral in this excuse of an outpost.

"As you all know I have been transferred here from Macht der Götter, a secure base renowned for its work in the scientific field." The woman looked around the table expecting some sort of reaction, but all the faces remained stoic, save the Blutmann who was coughing to disguise his laughter.

This woman, this girl, thought any of them cared? He stopped abruptly as her young eyes pierced his.

"Did you have something to say Herr...." She trailed off, waiting for a name.

"Roughn," he answered, his American accent made quite clear with the broken German. "And yes, I would like to add that we need more test subjects. Not another weak bunch of sickling's, like what you brought in last time, that batch died off too quickly."

The woman straightened quickly, a look of indignation on her face. "I'll have you know I was not responsible for your batch of 'sickling's' and if you have run out of them it's because your tests are not exactly sanitary." She said gesturing to his bloody coat.

"Ah, that leads me to my next request." He clapped his hands together and ignored her outburst. "New equipment, the ones we have are falling apart."

It was clear the woman thought this a reasonable request and began to jot down something on her note book. "Anything else?" She asked, hoping to wrap this up as soon as possible.

"Yes, I want the new subjects to be children, they respond better to the experiments." He looked around at the group. "More... adaptable." 

This request immediately spurred an argument between the scientist, a tight-lipped woman and a man who looked to be about in his sixty's.

"How are we supposed to get perfectly healthy children to volunteer for your torture?" The woman, who clearly didn't respect his line of work asked.

"Who says they volunteered?" 

"We're just going to force good German kinder onto that beast of a table?!" The older man roared angrily.

Their leader cut the scientist next remark off with a raised hand, the room immediately became silent. "I don't see how this request can't be granted."

The older man stuttered in anger before giving a hurried response. "What are we going to tell the Fatherland when it rules the world, eh, that it cost the lives of their children? Who will be left to walk the earth? Not they Aryan race."

Her voice developed a sharp edge. "Children are a small price to pay." She said staring coldly at the man who had challenged her decision. "However, no, we will not be using any of the children from Germany." Reaching down to the brief case beneath her chair, she pulled out a large map. She looked across the room and was pleased to see she had the attention of everyone. Placing a chart of Europe down on the table, she began pointing to various stars on the map, Hydra out posts. "Tell your collectors to take them from France, Romania, Italy and...." She looked up and saw the nods of agreement coming from many of them. "...Spain."

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