Chapter 1: Visions


Looking around my room it’s got a bed with a closet with clothes and a bathroom. Not a very interesting room. Just a plain drab dark grey. It used to be white when I first came here. As it got dirtier it became more of a grey then a white. Till eventually it was this filthy dark grey.

*There in someone breaking into my room a man with shortish black hair grabs me. It hurts a lot. I have bruises covering everywhere. I look at the window it’s in the evening. I look around for more clues to see when this will be. I see a few other things I notice I am clean so that must mean I am being rescued today or next week. It doesn’t seem to far into the future. This man in a leather jacket and jeans, with a gun in his right holster is going to rescue me. *

I go get changed into something new this morning. I am the clairvoyant of hydra. Don’t get me wrong I’m not a bad person. I’m here against my will. I hate it here. I have been trapped here since I was 3 or 4. They bring me food and drink. I get new clothes twice a year that’s about all I get. I get the clothes washed but they get dirty fast because I have a mud floor. My room has never been cleaned. Yeah it’s filled with dirt. I have one window it’s bared. That window is my life line. Most people know me as the all seeing all knowing but I don’t have a real name. I hate being a clairvoyant but I was born this way. Extra ability’s tend to come from inbreeding of some kind my brother from my mom’s side; his dad’s son is my dad so I’m my brother’s niece and sister. From what I remember my dad was a nice man just made a mistake but he still loved me all the same. At a young age my mom ran away with me and I haven’t seen my dad since. Well that’s wrong I guess I have visions of my dad all the time. It’s my comfort, it keeps me sane. I miss my brother and him a lot. My mom would trade me off from person to person. Alcohol is everything to her. It still is. Alcohol came first then me and my brother that’s the way it’s always been. I’m 17 years old now, I think. If I’m ever free I wonder what I’ll do. I wonder what it’s like. A man walks in. He is wearing a suit. I know all the upper Hydra wear suits.

“All seeing all knowing,” the man says.

“Yes?” I reply.

“I have come to get your wisdom,” the man says like every day before same routine.

“No! I will never give it to you!” I scream. It’s routine now. If I didn’t fight, they would think something was wrong.

He walks over to me and drags me out of my room, down a hall to the torturing chamber. Where they beat me until I tell them S.H.I.E.L.D. is coming for me tonight. I never said which agents. I never do because I had hopes that one day I would be rescued and that day has finally come. They drag me back to my room and throw me on my bed. I close my eyes till diner time. I hear a knock on my door. A woman opens the door and gives me my diner then leaves. I have ribs today yay! What a luxury. I must have given them information they enjoyed hearing. My meals all depend on what information I give them. If they don’t like it I get bad food if they do I get good food.  I finish my food quick and a few minutes later the woman comes back take’s my plate, then leaves a glass of water for me to drink. I quickly drink it up. I need to have my strength up to get out of here. I start doing my work out. I work out to keep myself busy as there isn’t a lot to do in here. I jog on the spot for an hour, do 300 push-ups, 300 sit ups, 300 crunches, 300 squats, 1 hour plank and so on so forth I do that 3 times then I’m done. I lie on my bed all sweaty and tired. A Hydra soldier comes in and takes me for a shower. I get one once a week. Not that I stay clean long in that filthy cell.  I get back and get changed into better clothing. Soon nightfall will be upon us and I will be free.