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summary: blessed with the same dangerous powers as Peter Ballard, you are saved by the boy in one of your torture sessions. But the future for two young people with uncontrollable gifts may be somewhat bleak.
warnings: fem!reader, hurt/comfort, mention of pain, torture, stranger things laboratory
"Can you hear me?" says Dr. Brenner in my ears, and I confirm with my head.
I'm nervous. I don't want to be here. I feel exposed and watched, far from feeling safe. Danger hangs in the air like a mist, inviting me to flee as fast as possible.
Swarms of people are all around me. I am sitting in a chair, with thousands of electrically charged wires connected to my arms. Dr. Brenner is standing in front of me, his hand on my chin, analyzing the situation.
Even though I know I'm already eighteen years old, I feel like crying. I look like a frightened child, almost begging someone to get me out of here and take me away. I don't want that. I don't want it, don't want itβ¦
"Stay calm, all right? We're going to test something"
I nod, a lump forming in my throat. I know I should say something, ask them to stop, but it would be no use. Nothing will be able to stop them.
Immediately, I feel a particle of energy move toward my right hand, which is obligingly resting on the chair. I feel something warm touch it and increase its power. Gradually it becomes so strong and unbearably hot that it begins to hurt. I feel as if my hand is being melted.
"Stop...," I hiss between teeth, and then a scream escapes my throat. This causes a reaction in the energy coursing through me, which explodes into trillions of invisible pieces, causing a shockwave through every muscle in my body.
I scream so loudly that the nurses around me take a step back. My skin burns, and I am sure this will leave permanent marks under me. Desperate to make it stop, I start shaking my body, trying to escape this unbearable pain. But Dr. Brenner stands there, calm, looking at me and pressing the cursed button in his hand.
My face contorts into a crying grimace as I look at him. I start to mutter a please on my lips, but before I can finish, Dr. Brenner presses the button once more, and a new wave of shock propels itself through my skin.
I scream again, my vision blurring with the intensity of the pain. I know that a little more of this and I will die. I can't bear it. I don't want to bear it.
I barely hear the door being opened. All I hear is Peter's deafening scream spreading through the air.
I'm unable to look. I'm too busy tilting my neck toward the ceiling and flailing in pain.
Then I hear the sound. An explosion of machines and glass, falling onto the floor of the test room with an absurd noise. People scream. The nurse closest to Dr. Brenner is thrown against the wall. The threads stuck to my skin begin to disentangle violently, and I look up in time to see Peter, in his white robes and red-faced, pulling the things off me.
I throw my head back, exhausted. Gradually, the pain begins to lose its intensity, until it becomes nothing more than mere needle pricks. My heart is pounding in my ears. I close my eyes for a moment, just when I hear Dr. Brenner's fierce, angry voice:
"Peter! What the hell are you doing?!"
But Peter doesn't answer. I know this because, in the next instant, he picks me up in his arms and runs with me out the door. All I am able to see is the crooked figure of Dr. Brenner running after us and some fallen nurses on the floor. But Peter causes the door to shatter between us and Dr. Brenner, preventing him from continuing.
My body tingles. I don't have the strength to hold my head up. I feel like a rag doll. But Peter's arms are firm, marching anxiously down the corridors and leading me out of there.
The distant screams and the emergency alarm are the last things I hear before I pass out.
Events are still running through my head as I regain consciousness.
I don't know where I am. Confused, I look around, observing the unfamiliar surroundings. It is small and empty, resembling an abandoned shed. I am lying on a makeshift mattress, and I feel less tired.
"You're awake." I try to look toward the voice, but Peter crouches down beside me, making the process easier. "How are you feeling?"
His countenance is calm now. Despite this, he's serious, as if a remnant of anger and despair are still somewhere beneath the surface. Automatically, I am reminded of a scene I witnessed a few months ago, when Peter was in the same situation as me; receiving shocks in that chair.
Peter takes my hand, lightly caressing my fingers.
"Don't worry, they won't hurt you anymore."
He then sits down on the mattress next to me, slipping his arms around my shoulders and allowing me to rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes in pure pleasure, feeling his fingers on my hair.
"No one will hurt us now, my love," he murmurs melodically. "We are free."
I crack a short smile, knowing how dangerous this phrase is. Two people like us, filled with uncontrollable power, will never be safe alone. We are a danger to society, just as we are a danger to ourselves.
But who cares? I don't mind destroying the world, as long as Peter is with me.
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