Red. (i_rage) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-01-02 11:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | in arkham, wanda maximoff |
New enemy. (Narrative)
In the first five minutes after waking, Wanda had destroyed her room, a huge swath of the hallway, and the nurse's station near the elevator. Four orderlies had been hurt as the ceiling collapsed above them; it had taken two more and a nurse to restrain her and still her hands. The glow around her fingers subsided once she'd lost the ability to move. The chaos stopped.
Apparently, they'd made a mistake in her dosage. They'd thought her an ordinary girl; they hadn't realized what she could do, even drugged and under restraint, as long as her hands were left a little freedom of motion. They hadn't realized that she'd plenty of experience in fighting through a chemical-induced haze, that her body knew what to do even when her mind was fuzzy. This wasn't a new experience - until recently, this had been Wanda's 'normal.'
It was Wanda's first clue that this hospital wasn't her hospital. The asylum where she'd spent most of her youth would never have made such a miscalculation. They'd known her too well. Too many people had been hurt in her periodic escape attempts. Now these nurses knew, too. If they didn't know how she caused chaos, they knew that she did. They'd drug her beyond coherent thought and she'd lose her chance to escape.
Fear bloomed within her, like an exotic carnivorous flower that immediately began devouring all rational thought. Never again. When Mystique had rescued her from her last prison, Wanda had sworn to herself that she'd never be a victim again. The tiny part of her mind that was still capable of logic told her that she'd best snap-to and do something to get free now, but panic consumed her. She kicked and struggled and screamed like a wounded animal. She tried to free a hand for a hex, but more orderlies rushed over to secure her. The mass of adult bodies, all smelling of soap and medicine, heaved her onto a bed and strapped down the restraints. A needle pierced her skin.
The hospital had won the battle, but the war was far from over. The City had made a mistake with this one. It had given her something new to hate.