C&C - 2020
Somehow Blackarachnia got lucky. She managed to rid herself of her spider half before the government could get to her. As far as they knew she had no powers left.
Because she’d helped create so many things to suppress powers they decided to use her. They gave her a lab. They gave her funding. They gave her anything she needed but not what she wanted.
Freedom.
She was their dog. Kept under a watchful eye.
She should have been happy with just that. She was relatively safe and at least she was alive. But she couldn’t be happy. Not like this. Not while she was helping to hunt those that were her friends. Lovers. Allies.
She knew it was all wrong. They way things were now. Everything she was doing.
She had to fix it. Change it. Make it better.
So she began to plot. Carefully she made her plans. She would find a way to return herself to her inorganic shell. She would find a way to crush these humans for what they’d done.
Her luck didn’t last. She’d been so careful but one little thing slipped and it was all over. They took her in and locked her away.
That was three years ago. Because of her unique ability they didn’t kill her. They used her a lab rat, using her own experiments against her. Every few days it was the same thing. Every day she hoped would be her last.
This was another one of those days. She was passed out on the cot in her cell. Drugged from previous session of experiments.
The cell door opened, a scientist and a few guards came in. The guards yanked her up and dragged her from the small room. She didn’t know why they even bothered with guards anymore. There was no fight left in her. She was weak from all they’d done to her.
They strapped her to a table and injected her with something. She could only guess at what. Possibly the new ability for them to experiment with. They’d defaulted to injection a long time ago. She could no longer consciously use her ability, not with how weak she’d become.
When they were sure there was no adverse reaction they dragged her back to the cell. There she’d stay until they were sure the ability was integrated into her system and then the experiments would begin. There was no telling what it’d be this time. Electricity, cutting into her skull or another part of her body, more injections. It was never a predictable process.
While she waited she slept. At first she thought she was dreaming, she was standing by her cot looking down at her own motionless body.
After a moment she became aware that she wasn’t dreaming. Maybe she was dead…or maybe this was the new ability. She surmised it was the latter.
Either way she was going to use this as a little freedom.
She closed her eyes and when she opened them again she was somewhere new. She had no idea where she was. But it appeared to be a bar.
Optimus.
For the first time in years she cried. She’d been so sure the tears had dried up. But being near him, being in his arms, it opened the flood gates. Emotions poured out of her with those tears.
She said things she didn’t want to. Stuff that would only make him worry.
She didn’t say the things she wanted to say.
And just as abruptly as she had appeared she had to leave. She wished she could have spent more time with him.
If only she’d had more time with this ability. There were still so many others she had wanted to visit. To say goodbye to.
The aftermath of the experiment left her drained, but for the first time in a long time she felt something she hadn’t. A fighting spirit. Hope.
Even if they didn’t come for her she would be looking for a chance to escape. And if she died before that happened at least she could die with hopes that this horror wouldn’t be allowed to continue for much longer. At least she could die with a fewer regrets.
Because she’d helped create so many things to suppress powers they decided to use her. They gave her a lab. They gave her funding. They gave her anything she needed but not what she wanted.
Freedom.
She was their dog. Kept under a watchful eye.
She should have been happy with just that. She was relatively safe and at least she was alive. But she couldn’t be happy. Not like this. Not while she was helping to hunt those that were her friends. Lovers. Allies.
She knew it was all wrong. They way things were now. Everything she was doing.
She had to fix it. Change it. Make it better.
So she began to plot. Carefully she made her plans. She would find a way to return herself to her inorganic shell. She would find a way to crush these humans for what they’d done.
Her luck didn’t last. She’d been so careful but one little thing slipped and it was all over. They took her in and locked her away.
That was three years ago. Because of her unique ability they didn’t kill her. They used her a lab rat, using her own experiments against her. Every few days it was the same thing. Every day she hoped would be her last.
This was another one of those days. She was passed out on the cot in her cell. Drugged from previous session of experiments.
The cell door opened, a scientist and a few guards came in. The guards yanked her up and dragged her from the small room. She didn’t know why they even bothered with guards anymore. There was no fight left in her. She was weak from all they’d done to her.
They strapped her to a table and injected her with something. She could only guess at what. Possibly the new ability for them to experiment with. They’d defaulted to injection a long time ago. She could no longer consciously use her ability, not with how weak she’d become.
When they were sure there was no adverse reaction they dragged her back to the cell. There she’d stay until they were sure the ability was integrated into her system and then the experiments would begin. There was no telling what it’d be this time. Electricity, cutting into her skull or another part of her body, more injections. It was never a predictable process.
While she waited she slept. At first she thought she was dreaming, she was standing by her cot looking down at her own motionless body.
After a moment she became aware that she wasn’t dreaming. Maybe she was dead…or maybe this was the new ability. She surmised it was the latter.
Either way she was going to use this as a little freedom.
She closed her eyes and when she opened them again she was somewhere new. She had no idea where she was. But it appeared to be a bar.
Optimus.
For the first time in years she cried. She’d been so sure the tears had dried up. But being near him, being in his arms, it opened the flood gates. Emotions poured out of her with those tears.
She said things she didn’t want to. Stuff that would only make him worry.
She didn’t say the things she wanted to say.
And just as abruptly as she had appeared she had to leave. She wished she could have spent more time with him.
If only she’d had more time with this ability. There were still so many others she had wanted to visit. To say goodbye to.
The aftermath of the experiment left her drained, but for the first time in a long time she felt something she hadn’t. A fighting spirit. Hope.
Even if they didn’t come for her she would be looking for a chance to escape. And if she died before that happened at least she could die with hopes that this horror wouldn’t be allowed to continue for much longer. At least she could die with a fewer regrets.