OC Snippet 1/?
Everything hurt. The familiar warmth electricity shooting through his veins, itching under his skin, wounds open, buzzing like static, flesh burning closed like it had never been opened. He was too small for his body again. The mentality of a child trapped in the body of a weapon produced for their own enjoyment. The sleep deprivation after they left, the cold concrete floors that left his skin blue, eyes sunken, hair thin. The fear of what might become of him. Without them he was nothing. Hope growing smaller as each day passed by.
Suddenly everything became a threat. A kind word, a smile. They all his crueler intentions, each more twisted than the last.
“Thomas,” Wanda’s gentle hand pressed up against the glass, her voice low, covering up a tremble. She was scared. Scared of the cage and not me, not like the rest of them. They talked about them, Wanda and Pietro, with adoration, then hatred. I used to fall asleep to their stories. The twins, Bucky, all of them, like fairytales.
“Tommy everything is okay. You’re safe now. They’re no here anymore. Okay?” She kept apologizing for things that weren’t her fault, straining to keep herself composed. How many times had she repeated these words to herself? To her brother?
“Tommy, can you look at me?” He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He let his head rest on his knees, spine arched against the glass.
“Please.” She begged. He tilted his head up, taking a sharp breathe in. Her eyes glistened, like she was holding back tears. Her frail hand shook against the glass, fingers twitching. She smiled reassuringly.
He looked past her, at his own reflection. A sad, unrecognizable thing stared back at him
“Wanda?” Her ears perked up. His voice was cold, emotionless and barely over a whisper. “Am I a monster?”