Marvel: Exilir Rise Of The Mutant Empire - Chapter 91

??? POV

My name is… I already don’t know. All I remember is pain. Just pure pain, nothing else. I am what the military calls a mutant and that guy calls Elysian. I have superpowers like those guys in comics have. I got them when my pet dog died. I can control my blood to a degree. Not like those superheroes who got it and they instantly became powerful. I was able to control some drops for a few seconds and that’s all. In short, I was a freak of nature.

But I was excited to get my powers. I mean who wouldn’t if you found out that you have superpowers. And in that excitement, I show this power to my friends and other people. Alas, that was my biggest mistake.

One day when I was returning from my school, some people kidnapped me. Now I might have powers but it does not mean that I know how to use them effectively. My powers were just there for the decoration. I mean I have to bleed for my powers to work and even then it is just a few drops of blood. What could a few drops do to those people?

They take me to a lab where my worst nightmare begins. They placed me in a cell. They would cut me and draw blood regularly. They would put something inside me and then watch me writhing in pain for hours.

They would ask me how I feel and if there was any change in my body that I feel. And I would comply because if I don’t they would repeat the process again.

On some rare occasions, they would just slice some of my flesh. They were truly some joyous occasions cause on that day I would feel less pain.

My memories started to turn foggy. All there was left was pain, people in white coats, a 6 by 6 cell, some tasteless food and the lab table.

And my cells, they were so good that they have temperature control that guards have. And those people sometimes for just the gigs of it would turn them either unbearable high or low.

I remember their laughs and how they felt like a Devil’s one. Their laughs would send chills down my spine.

I remember how at first when they bring me here, I lash out at everyone and they would drown me in water.

Also, I was rȧpėd too. Yeah, the guards have rȧpėd me, time to time, again and again.

I started to forget the blue sky, I didn’t even remember how it was. I started to forget everything.

Regular beating and guards reliving things that’s what I was. There was no meaning in my existence.

It is not that I didn’t try to kill myself. I did but they would save me and then repeat the hellish torture. I expected my reality. I was not even able to cry anymore. This was life, my life. I never dreamed of getting out of there, they take that thought away.

And then I started to forget about my being, I was just there to fill the space and wondering how peaceful will death look like. I stopped praying to god a long time ago.

There were others like me here. I could hear their screams. I never met them.

And then one day it happens.

Some people in red with strange markings broke into the lab. They slaughtered the guards and released us.

No, it is wrong the first incapacitated them and then take them to the labs. They release us from the cells. They also take us to the labs.

I thought it was another experiment, but that day or night, I met others like me. Eyes dead and broken. There were even little children among them.

I was numb to the feeling at that moment but I feel the horror they should have gone through.

Well, we reached the lab and we saw everyone present in the facility from doctors to the guards to Janitors. Every single one of them was present there. Kneeling in front of an old man with a white sharp-edged beard in a black coat.

Their eyes held the fear that once mine held. Not everyone was presented but those whose ships were tonight were all there, kneeling. I don’t know-how but in years at that moment, I felt something other than pain. Something which was anticipation, and happiness, sadness, it was a mixture of emotion and feelings.

The man in the black suit looked toward us and I saw in his eyes not pity but anger. And I felt that the anger was not directed at us but the people kneeling before him.

He then slowly looked at the facility members. And I don’t know what those people saw in his expression but their faces were of full terror. Some even crap themselves.

Hope is a deadly poison, It infected you and slowly ate you away, painfully at that. Giving hope to someone who never achieves that goal is the biggest crime according to me. That’s what I learned after living here for a year.

And yet at that moment, a hope crept into my heart. Hope that these people will receive their due.

And I was ready to be disappointed again but a miracle happened. My hope and prayer were answered. What transpired there was nothing more than a dream for me.

The old man pulls out a vial of grey liquid from his black suit. And then he breaks that vial and black smoke started to come from that vial. Nothing happens to us but those facility people, their heads break into a sweat. They started to scream, their eyes started to widen, they were crapping themselves. They were trying to get away from something. It looked like they saw a devil.

I now could deduce that they might have seen something straight from their nightmares.

Some people were begging for forgiveness, it was a great sight overall.

Then the man gave the signal to the people in red and those people started to cut their limbs one by one and when they cut all of their limbs, they asked the man for permission to kill them.

I don’t know about others but their screams to my ears sounded like a melody. It was amazing.

Then the old man ordered his people to guide us out of that hellish place which now looked like a butcher house but instead of cows and pigs, there were HUMANS.

Someone with a sane mind and courage asked

” Where are you taking us? ”

Looks like this guy was new as he still has guts and a sane mind.

The old man looked toward us with kindness that didn’t fit his previous image and gave us a one-word answer.

” Paradise ”

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