Finally, Strangely Confident
I am strangely confident
That it will work out for me
This time
Is it the optimist speaking?
The one that has been slumbering
For oh-so-long?
This time around,
I can make a difference
In my life and mind
This time around,
I will not falter and fall
Will not give in to the darkness
This time around,
I will shine
As I was born to do
I’m certain that I can make it,
Be the inspiration that I once was
Yes, I’m finally:
Strangely confident
“You’re strangely confident...!”
It's been a little over 3 years now, I think. Thank you, Prose! Just felt like saying it, because y'all have provided me with a lot. So, thanks. Have a good day, Y'all.
TRIGGER WARNING, this is extremely violent. This does include death and probably won't be continued.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I watched him as he went through the experiments, passing with flying colours. I only had to intervene twice, so kudos to the proctor, I guess. I watch as he writhes in pain, emitting some small arcs of electricity. I write that down, smiling. Then stop. We haven't used electricity yet. I look up, and his eyes are glowing a miraculous blue, and I'm shocked. His eyes are a nice green colour. Then the examination room goes greyscale, and then pure white, as 1,000,000 volts of electricity. After this flashbang, I stumble around for a second, finding something, anything to lean on. I put my hand on something... sharp. I pull my hand away, bleeding heavily. My vision slowly returns, and then I see what I landed on. Glass. I look confused. The only thing glass was the window to the examination room, and that was supposed to be able to withstand 5 hand grenades in a row. I become more confused, looking into the room. Nobody was there. The only thing that remained of the examiner was the shadow where he stood. No ashes, nothing. I sigh, then stiffen as I felt electrified. I turn slowly, having heard some crackling. I see him. "Adrian, stop." I mustered all of the courage in my body in that sentence, then blink, as a pale hand reaches for my face.
The last thing I hear as a living woman is: "You're strangely confident...!" I feel 1,000 volts go down my spine. Literally. The electricity has arced through me, and killed me.
***
When they first started the torture, I knew my first victims. They had injected me with something that would "Give me powers." I had no idea what they meant, until now. I saw him raise the knife, and I saw red. I felt my entire body start tingling, and with the rage of the other poor 50 souls that failed their experiments, I scream. This wasn't a scream of pain, it was a scream of bloodlust. I notice a quiet crackling, and then I feel the knife enter me. I tense, and a lot of electricity flows through me, into my tormentor. I had broken the glass. I smile cruelly. This flashbang didn't affect me, because I saw the woman on the other side of the glass. I dash silently through the room, going through the small hole I made. Landing perfectly and silently, I watch her put her hand onto the glass. Internally, I'm laughing as I see the glass on the other side of her hand. I ball my fists, energy crackling.
"Adrian, stop." She says, surprisingly.
"You're strangely confident...!" I smile, placing my hand over her eyes and then shooting the equivalent of a lightning bolt through my arm and into her face. Well, instead of lasting for half a second, it lasted for 10. 20. A minute. Two. I pull my hand away, laughing manically. "You're strangely confident, for a dead woman." I stomp on her head, smashing it open and leaving.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Take care,
Winter.