I look at my surroundings. There's machines, a sitting gallery with a few dozen people, and there were even more people walking around me like I was an obstacle.
"Y/n, we're ready to begin the experiment," that voice, it sounds so familiar. I'm hesitant to turn around, but I come face to face with my mom. I choke out a gasp as tears start filling my eyes, running towards her I hug her tightly.
"Oh! What's got into you today? Come on, everyone's waiting for us." she seems so shocked. My mom begins walking away and I slowly follow behind her, walking onto a stage-like platform. Bright lights flicker on, making a chair behind us more noticeable.
"Lady's and gentlemen! Today, we look forward to the future. We look forward to new life. My wife and I have discovered something that will be in children's school textbooks, within a few years! There is no need to wait for your hospital bills to come through the mail. No need to put a bandage over that paper cut you got. We have created a new gene that gives you the ability to heal yourself, just with a single touch." I look at my dad as he turns towards me, having a hand movent that makes the bright lights shine on me
"Our daughter, Y/n, has donated herself to be the first real test." he wraps his arm around my shoulder. I cringe hearing the word 'donate.' I didn't offer to do this, they made me. In a slipt second, I'm being guided over to the chair, the view just looks worse and worse.
Once I sat down, both my parents are strapping me down to the chair. My mind begins racing with emotions I want to feel but can't all at once. Anger, sadness, nervousness, pride, joy, disgusted, damaged, strong, brave, crushed, etc. I suddenly begin to regret everything,
"Mom. Mom please, let me go. I can't do this. I don't want to do this." I beg my mom, trying to look her in the eyes as she straps my other leg down. Once she looks up, I can see the guilt in her eyes. Both my parents walk away from me, heading over to a control panel,
"Please don't do this! I don't want to anymore. Get me out of this thing!" I can hear what sounds like a whisper in my ear, repeating emotions over and over again. I feel like I'm going insane.
I watch as my father pulls the switch on the panel, completely ignoring my cries. The lights switch between dim and bright, flickering and still. Sparks go flying from the lights and machines. I can hear people screaming for my parents to turn it off, I can see panic arise in the people in the sitting gallery.
The whispers get louder in my ear, I look down at my hands and they begin glowing s/f/c. My whole body feels tingly, the whispers continue to get louder and I let out a shrill scream from a horror movie. What looks to be an explosion, spreads out from around me, a gust of wind makes my hair fly. Then everything goes black
I sit up from the ground, groaning as I can feel my head begin to pound. Sparks fly from dangling lights, that are barely holding onto power. There are bricks, glass and metal, beneath me. I carefully shift around, trying not to cut myself. Squinting my eyes, I look around the darkroom, trying to see something, my only source of light being from the sparks of light.
With each spark, I feel like I see something every time, but I'm never sure. I stumble to my feet, slowly walking over to where I saw or thought I saw something. None of this feels real to me, with every passing step, I continue to grow panicked and worried. Another spark flashes, finally letting me see what I saw, but I wish I hadn't.
In front of me, bloodied and broken, were my parents. An overwhelming sadness takes over me completely. Dropping to my knees, I cry out in pain, screaming. I lift my moms head, doing the best I can to cradle her in my arms. Every flicker and spark of the light makes me cry even more.
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𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ~ {𝐏. 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫} ~ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞
Fiksi PenggemarEmotions {Pietro Maximoff x reader 1} ~~~ Agent file (classified) Name: L/n, Y/n Sex: Female Age: 18 Relatives: Classified Title: Avenger Handle: Aura Agent Number: 8495 Threat Level: 12 (if gone hostile, approach with extreme caution) Ability: Emo...