As she walked up to her home, her hand reached for the doorknob and it turned easily. The door opened without her even using the keys.
She tilted her head in uncertainty, trying to remember if she had locked it before leaving. Maybe she'd just forgotten. After all, it had been a hectic day so much had been running through her mind.
As she stepped inside, she quickly scanned the room. Nothing looked out of place, no sign of anything missing or touched. Maybe she really had just forgotten.
yeah I just forgot
With a small sigh, she shut the door behind her and slumped down onto the couch.
The room was silent.
No sounds but the faint hum of the fridge and the soft ticking of a wall clock.
Rize sat there, still. The cushions beneath her barely gave a squeak as she leaned back, staring at the ceiling. The tension in her shoulders slowly began to ease—not fully, but enough to let her breathe.
She listened to the silence.
It felt strange. Too peaceful but she didn't mind it.
Her eyes drifted around the room familiar, yet unfamiliar. It wasn't hers. Not really. Not the way it used to be. But it was all she had now.
She was in a different world. A world she once thought was fiction. But now… she had to live in it.
Her eyes felt heavy, her body finally relaxing into the couch. Slowly, sleep began to take her. The last thing she saw before everything faded to black was a group of figures dressed in black gear entering her view.
Then darkness as she had fallen asleep not unknowing this will be the last time she will be sleeping peacefully for a while
"Looks like the sleeping agent worked," one of the masked men muttered, crouching beside her and fastening a collar around her neck, followed by handcuffs.
"Yeah," another said, watching the door. "And she's a Beta-level mutant, apparently. That's more than enough reason to take her in."
"Well, you know what that scientist really likes to do with these so-called superhumans," the man muttered, snapping the cuffs into place as he dusted off his hands and hoisted Rize over his shoulder.
"Yeah," his partner replied with a grunt. "I don't like him. Guy gives me the creeps."
"Not our problem," the first man shrugged. "We just drop her off, ask for the promotion, and walk away."
Another man pulled a phone from the pouch on his belt, pressing a button.
"We've secured the target. Where's the drop-off point?"
A crackle of static… then a voice responded coldly on the other end:"Hail Hydra."
The air felt heavier.
"Let's go," the first man said, adjusting Rize's unconscious form over his shoulder as they disappeared into the shadows.
Rize's eyes fluttered open, only to be seared by a blinding white light. She squinted, wincing as her vision adjusted. Her body felt heavy unmoving. Cold metal dug into her wrists and ankles.
Wasn't I just… at home?
The room was mostly dark, save for a harsh spotlight that burned into her face. She tried to shift, but she couldn't move. Thick metal restraints bound her to a cold table. A thin sheet lay over parts of her body, but the rest of her was stripped naked like some lab rat prepped for dissection.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Panic swelled.
She jerked against the restraints—once, twice, again and again but it was not working. her Heart was hammering fast and fast in her chest. But her strength… her supernatural strength that a ghoul had was gone. Nothing responded. No power.
She kept pulling anyway. She had to.
I need to get out. I need to get out.
she was saying repeat in her mine
Suddenly, a hiss.
The door opened.
A man stepped in—tall, wearing a long white coat, clipboard in hand. His face was blank, clinical, eyes scanning her like she was a subject in a lab and not a person.
"Well," he said smoothly, eyes flicking to the chart, "so you're the Beta-level anomaly that our partner group had capture we want an alpha or Omega-level mutants, but a mutant is a mutant right"
He looked down at her, his gaze unreadable.
He took a step closer. Too close.
"We have much to learn from you."
Then, with a small cold smile which didn't reach his eyes ,he added:
"After all, your body might just be the key to understanding mutants powers more … and how to create them."
Rize's eyes darted to the man, her body trembling from the raw, instinctive fear churning in her gut. as she was powerless
"Let me go," she hissed through clenched teeth, the panic starting to harden into rage. "You have no idea what I am."
The man chuckled, fingers tapping rhythmically against the clipboard. "Oh, but we have a pretty good idea. After all, we ran quite a few tests on you while you were asleep, Miss Kimihiro."
Rize's jaw clenched tight. How much do they know…?
He stepped closer, completely unbothered by the hatred in her eyes. "You regenerate quickly. Your strength is off the charts—when it's not being suppressed, of course." He nodded toward the restraints. "And this… hunger. Fascinating. Cannibalistic tendencies. A side effect of your powers, perhaps?"
He smirked.
"Or maybe you just like eating human beings for fun. Everyone has their hidden desires, don't they?"
Her heart skipped a beat.
"You're wrong," Rize snapped, voice sharp and filled with fury. "No everyone is like you guys"
He continued circling her like a predator sizing up his prey. "You're not the first anomaly we've studied," he said, unfazed by her outburst. "But you might be the first we can truly weaponize… or replicate."
Rize thrashed against the restraints, more from rage than hope. "You think I'll help you?!"
"No," he replied coolly, stepping back toward the door. "But I do believe you'll break. Human or monster—it doesn't matter. Everyone has a breaking point."
Several figures entered the room, each carrying various tools—scalpels, scissors, syringes, and other cold, metallic instruments. The fluorescent light caught the gleam of metal, and Rize's eyes widened in pure terror.
Her heart pounded against her ribs as her mind scrambled for a way out—anything. She couldn't stay here. She couldn't.
Suddenly, a bolt of electricity surged through her body.
"Aghhh!" she screamed, her muscles convulsing uncontrollably.
"Subject 1007," a female scientist snapped, voice clinical and cold, "stop thrashing."
She stepped forward, holding a long needle between her fingers, bringing it dangerously close to Rize's arm.
"Like hell I'll let you—!" Rize tried to spit the words, but her defiance was cut short as another jolt hit her body.
"AHHHHH!" she cried out, her voice raw with pain.
"Someone bring a gag," the woman said, not even glancing up. "Her screaming will become distraction."
One of the assistants moved quickly, and before Rize could react, a tight cloth was forced between her teeth.
"Hold her still," the lead scientist ordered, her voice sharp and calm.
She uncapped the syringe and jabbed it into Rize's arm. The fluid surged into her bloodstream. Within seconds, Rize's vision blurred. Her body jerked once, twice—then fell limp, trembling.
She could still think. Still see. But her body… wouldn't respond. Paralyzed.
"Let's see the limits of your regeneration," the woman whispered.
She raised a scalpel, its blade gleaming under the harsh light. Slowly, she brought it down—closer and closer to Rize's bare skin. She couldn't move. Couldn't scream. Couldn't fight.
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well how was the chapter ? was it dark enough or should i make it darker ?