A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Nightmare Come True

Warning: if you couldn't tell from the cover pretty heavy stuff ahead.
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—-Sam—-

We turn a corner and I'm surprised to see more than a dozen M.R.D vehicles parked on the road. Before I get a chance to react we're both rushed by M.R.D officers, guns drawn. They're yelling at me to put my hands over my head and that I'm under arrest. I'm shocked by that to say the least and can't find my voice to protest. Peter tries to get them to stop, standing in front of me.

"Whoah woah woah! You can't arrest her. Guys this is Samantha Howlett! You know the Avenger? Soon to be princess of New Asgard?"

Peter reacts quickly before a bullet fires from the closest officer's gun aimed for him. He gets himself and me out of the way. Something's not right here, the M.R.D would never risk killing such a well liked, non mutant Avenger, it would be suicide for their funding.

All hell breaks loose after that. I change the umbrella in my hands to Mjölnir and throw it to take down the nearest officers to eliminate them as a threat. As soon as I do this an officer rushes me and I feel a sharp pain as bracers are secured tightly around my wrists. Blood pores down my hands and Mjölnir suddenly falls limply to the ground.

It dawns on me now that these people must be someone far worse than the M.R.D I take that officer down. I attempt to summon a dagger but I can't even feel any magic flowing through me like I normally could. I start fighting alongside Peter and manage to take down several dozen officers. They're no longer shooting and I wonder why. While I'm distracted in the battle one of the fears that's haunted my nightmares comes to life.

My stomach drops as I feel a familiar cold metal clasped around my neck. I realize now why they weren't firing, they want me alive. This train of thought gets cut short by a pain that does more to render me immobile than only from a biological standpoint. This same shock had been the precursor for far more violent and unspeakable acts during my missing five years.

I couldn't move now even if I didn't have the collar on. I'm frozen with fear. This doesn't stop the officers from beating me as they rush me and pull me into one of the vehicles. This all happens before Peter even has the chance to react. I find myself in the back of an armored truck and I can feel it's taken off at full speed surely leaving Peter in the dust.

I start to think about the likelihood of rescue Peter's the only one who knows what just happened, my phone is trapped in the pocket dimension I cannot access without magic, the collar I'm wearing surely blocks off telepathic communication which must also affect Heimdall because he hasn't reached out to me yet either that or it's the bracers, and Loki... Loki's off world, I'm left with one horrible thought... 'I'm alone.'

I'm hyperventilating now though the shocks make it hard to breathe. There's a man standing inside looking unbothered as I'm painfully thrown to the ground. He looks me up and down as one might examine a car they were considering purchasing.

"Strip her."

My blood runs cold at his words and there's nothing I can do but clench my fist in an attempt to at least keep my ring from being taken as the men who brought me here carry out his order. His cold calculating eyes study me as I lie there helplessly. As he steps towards me I let out a small whimper. 'Not again, please God not again, please.'

I do the only thing I can do and close my eyes as he draws even nearer. He lifts my chin up with his thumb and pointer finger. I open my eyes as I notice he hasn't done anything yet though my mind won't stop making me relive the horrors I'd been subjected to. He studies me for a moment seeming to try and decide what to do with me exactly. As a tear rolls down my cheek he finally comes to a decision.

"She's not going to give us much trouble put her in containment."

They pick me up and throw me onto the hard metal floor of a very small cell. They dump a black hospital gown of some kind on the floor and slam the door shut the moment it is my collar stops shocking me. I quickly grab the clothing and put it on though it barely covers everything. My mind is going into survival mode and my ptsd is a bitch.

I think for a second about trying to figure out how to escape but my fear wins as I instead assume the fetal position in the corner of my cell. I'm in no condition to try anyway with all the blows I took from fighting and my wrists truly throbbing in pain. As I sit here shaking and sobbing I start to forget where I am this place seems indistinguishable from my horrible memories. I become lost in them as they take over.