Artemis's Pov

The ringing wasn't fading from my ringing eardrums, but I had to choose not to show much of a reaction to what these guys were doing. How many days has it been? Two? A week? It was always a different man or woman entering the room poking at the marks on my arm, trying to see different reactions from me.

Which were a few different things? Some times they burned my arm. Sometimes they cut little shapes into each little mark. Pouring different burning liquids into them. The first day I screamed and cried for the pain to stop, for the beating to stop.

The second day I just cried silently. And maybe just maybe on the third day everything just started to fade and numb when they started to touch me in a way that was always gonna stay present in my skin.

I knew everyone back at home must have been going through a lot of distressed feelings. "Yeah keep poking at it I'm sure you'll figure out how it works like that." I sneered sarcastically. I bit back my tone when a glare was shot my way and a slap was meet with my already stinging cheek.

Did I know names? Not really I called him creep one, then creep two. Then creep three. Then she was bitch, and then she was also a bitch the big boss man. I just called him ugly and greasy. "Let's try something different." I slowly blinked my head watching as a syringe with strange purple liquid was handed off to someone.

I started to squirm madly not liking the small talk between bad guys. My arms and hands were strapped down so I couldn't really fight back with no strength what so ever. "Don't worry this will only hurt... A lot." I squirmed around a bit holding deep fear in my eyes.

The needle was quickly japped into my skin straight into a vein. I hissed out quickly and fluttered my eyes shut feeling silent tears stream down my face.

For some odd reason, the only thought could stay through my head through this painful experience. Promises were made, promise made to be broken...

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Time seemed to pass through my hazy and sleepy eyes like a dream beneath all the pain. Everyday was the same, same old torture, being injected with the strange liquid and the experiments continuing. Today was a strange day though.

I usually felt extremely weak and not able to move my body. Especially my lower half, but today just briefly a short range of hate and anger I never knew was shooting through my body.

My eyes grew wide in shock when the bonds that held me in places glowed a bright purple and exploded fast creating a huge explosion only I wasn't thrown back the people around me where. I inhaled sharply a little surprised by the blast that came from my sore open palm.

I slide off the cold metal table my bare feet hitting the floor. I almost collapsed at the pain that soared through my body, but all this sadness that bore inside me switched to rage so quickly. I balled my hands up in front of my chest feeling these huge ranges of power I've never felt before.

I never felt this powerful before. I watched these small glowing orbs shot out from my hands and my eyes were glowing brightly before I shot my hands out the rage still inside me watching all these people, these bad terrible people die by my hands.

I let a loud scream out the scream ringing around shooting my hands out more stumbling throughout the hallways, I never saw this side of me but I was destroying everything in my line of sight. All I could keep thinking was they deserved it. They did things to me no human should ever go through.

Their blood was coating the walls like thick paint and for just a brief moment I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. I slowly breathed out heavily looking around the mess, and I lifted my right hand up letting one of the orbs open up the large metal door.

I was met with the heavy rain pouring out, I was able to take a small glance at myself in the window and I saw... A newly formed monster. My hair wasn't its bouncy full self, and it wasn't the same color it use to be.

The ends of my curly hair were bright blue but at the same time, it was dark. I slowly started to tear up letting the purple orbs fade away from my hands, my eyes going back to normal.

I started shaking deeply before I left building going out into the pouring rainstorm I shook and cried for no one because I knew no one could save me. How could they? I slowly had no idea why, but I thought it would bring ease, I had been doing it for a while I started talking inside my mind.

'Clint, please... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough for you guys..' I held my shaking form-finding comfort in the deep pitter-patter of the rain against my heated and warm body.

I let my face stare straight up at the sky and I inhaled out once more before I heard a voice inside my mind speak back, a very frantic voice.