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Posted by Ty Fisher on Sept 28, 2015 17:50:00 GMT -6
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Sept 25, 2020 20:57:59 GMT -6
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Ty sat up in a cold sweat, shaking and shivering as the shadows of his apartment seemed to merge and close in on him. He'd had nightmares before, but what he'd had over the past year or so were far worse than mere bad dreams. Every night, he was forced to see the same thing over and over again.
Once he'd calmed down enough, he forced himself out of bed and grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, turning on the light. He caught view of himself in the mirror; in nothing but a pair of forest green boxer-briefs. His body was more defined and muscular now, but still each and every tattoo that covered his body was in view. Each tattoo represented another person; a different part of Ty's life. And each one, a portion of his life that he'd betrayed. Sitting on the couch, he turned up his beer, wishing he could turn back time and make things different.
It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out job. Faust Pharmaceuticals. Get what you need and get out. Getting in, that was the easy part. At least for someone like Ty, it was, anyway. But once he got in...it went to hell.
As he sat there, staring at nothing, he was trapped in his own thoughts. Everything he'd seen, from the testing, to hearing every scream. Even in retrospect, it was too much. The things that happened to mutants in that place...he was unable to tell anyone, much less use his power to show them.
It was so horrible, so graphic, that if he absolutely had to explain himself, he'd say he was caught before he got all the way in. Say he was threatened. But...that was far from the truth.
And then, he saw her face in person; the one he'd seen in his flashbacks. It was enough to make him want to just disappear. Because he knew he could very well be one of those dissected, researched, tested...or worse...those he loved.
So...he escaped. He ran out of the building as fast as he could, and he just...kept going. Hopped the nearest bus to anywhere. But no matter how far he went, his memories haunted him the entirety of the trip.
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