Marvel: Unlimited Possession Chapter 615: Captive
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"Where is this place?"
tick, tick-
In the dark room, the man opened his eyes with a pale face.
He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, and his mind seemed to be corroded by invisible forces, so there was no memory left.
"I am, who am I, why don't I have any memory?!"
Covering his severely aching brain, the man let out a painful moan.
After a few minutes, as the spinning sensation in his brain faded, he barely supported his frail body and got up from the bed.
Looking around, the man found that he was in a very simple room at the moment.
There is no window in the room, only one door, and there is no handle on the door. Obviously, this is not a door that can be opened from the inside.
Frowning, enduring the occasional tingling in his mind, the man looks around the room.
He saw that he was lying on a single bed that was only enough for one person to sleep. The pale bedding looked monotonous and deserted. He turned his head and saw a simple bathroom separated by wooden boards in the corner of the room. There seems to be something wrong with the toilet bowl in the room, and the sound of the ticking water seems to be coming from there.
Swiped through the room and found nothing useful.
The man sat weakly on the bed with a dazed and absent expression.
At this time, his brain was like chaos without thoughts. He had no memory about his body, and he didn't know why he appeared in this prison-like room.
In the chaos, the man reached out and grabbed his hair, but the strange feeling from his wrist made his expression froze slightly.
Bowing his head, the man saw numbers tattooed in black font on his wrist.
"125?"
Judging by the redness of the skin around the tattoo, it's clear that the number was not too long ago.
Only, looking at the numbers on his wrist, the man still has no thoughts.
Looking at the number on the wrist, the man is frozen like a statue.
I don't know how long it took, in a room without any time, ten minutes... half an hour... or even longer.
Bang, bang!
From outside the door, heavy footsteps sounded.
The sound of the footsteps is very strange, heavy but without ups and downs, as if it is approaching step by step with a measuring general.
After a few seconds, the footsteps stopped at the door.
The next second, a serving of food is thrown in through the food slot on the door.
"Who are you and why are you imprisoning me here..."
Looking at the food being thrown in, the man almost instinctively rushed to the door. He had the narrow vision of the delivery port, and vaguely saw a tall figure passing by the door of the room where he was, walking stiffly Go to the next room.
And to the man's shout, the other party didn't respond at all.
"Tell me, your purpose is to..."
Hearing the sound of heavy footsteps drifting away, the man slapped the door and shouted loudly.
His hands turned red from the forceful slap, but he didn't feel the slightest bit.
“…”
The man stopped his movements, and the sound of footsteps outside the door disappeared.
"Don't bother, it won't respond to your cries, and it's even a question of whether it's a real human being."
However, just as the man was disappointed, a voice suddenly sounded in the room.
"Who?!"
Hearing the sudden sound, the man immediately shouted excitedly.
However, he soon noticed the strangeness of the sound.
The place where the voice sounded was not in his ears, but directly in his mind.
"My name is Charles."
Faced with the man's rhetorical question, the voice in his head answered.
"Just like you, an experimental subject and a grotesque."
"Experimental? Weird!"
The message given by the man named Charles in his mind was obviously beyond the man's expectations.
"That's right."
Ignoring the man's surprised reaction, Charles' voice continued to speak in his mind.
"I think you should have seen the number on your wrist. This number represents your experiment number."
He listened to the other person's description, and then looked down at the tattoo on his wrist, and his doubts seemed to be solved.
"It looks like you have a good grasp of what's going on here?"
He looked away from the number on his wrist, and the man's face showed a look of alertness.
The man was clearly on high alert for the voice that suddenly appeared in his head.
Since he woke up, everything around him has been weird, whether it's the environment, or the man who calls himself Charles in his mind.
"Maybe it has something to do with my abilities."
Feeling the man's guard, Charles immediately explained.
"The guys here have been experimenting with me and a lot of grotesques like me since I've been conscious, by injecting some kind of compound that stimulates the power of the grotesques, and some of the grotesques have died because of the experiments , but there are also a small number of grotesque people who have mutated under the power of experiments and obtained powerful supernatural powers, and I am one of them. Communicate with the people around you through the power of the mind.”
"The power of the mind?"
Hearing Charles' description, the man couldn't help turning over his sleeves and immediately saw a clear injection mark on his arm.
With this mark as evidence, the man couldn't help but believe Charles' words.
It's just that if everything Charles said is true, what abilities have the same tested self gained.
Frowning tightly, he looked down at his scarred hands, and as his thoughts turned, he could feel a rush of power surging in his body, but nothing in the room changed.
I tried again for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the ability I got in the experiment.
The man gave up his move with some regret, and reached out to pick up the box containing the food on the ground.
Open the box, a small piece of bread and jam, but nothing else.
Seeing these foods, the hunger that the man has been forgetting seems to also appear in his body, and he devours the bread.
In my mind, the conversation with Charles did not stop.
"Haven't you tried to escape from here?"
After swallowing the bread in two bites, the man opened the jam, tasting the rare sweetness, and asked Charles at the same time.
"Of course, I have tried to control the delivery person more than once to help escape. However, no matter how I invaded, these delivery people seem to have the ability to isolate my psychic power, and there is no way at all. Manipulating their consciousness, I even suspect that these guys are not human at all, because I don't feel the slightest human breath from them."
The message given by Charles made the man's heart, which had been relaxed because of the food, become a little heavier again.
If even Charles, who has mysterious psychic powers, can't do anything, then what about him who doesn't even know what the power he has acquired is.
……
"I can sense that another grotesque fellow has left us."
In my mind, Charles' heavy voice sounded again.
In the room, upon receiving this sad news, the man's expression became a little dignified.
All this time, he has been trapped in a cramped room, living a life where day and night are reversed and the passage of time is unknown.
Among them, the only one who can provide him with information and communicate with him to prevent the man from falling into madness because of the empty environment.
Stop exercising, the man gasps and climbs off the ground.
Supporting the edge of the bed with one hand and standing up, after this period of observation, the man already knows everything in the room where he is.
The layout of the room may seem ordinary, but it is strangely true that there is no trace of metal in everything here.
Whether it's the wooden bed in front of you, or the toilet with the partition.
After the man's inspection, he found that these were made of plastic or wooden structures, including the food delivered every day, and the tableware used was mostly plastic or even no tableware.
Originally, the man thought this was normal for all subjects.
However, through conversations with Charles, the man learned that this was his special case.
That is to say, the rest of the grotesque test subjects imprisoned in the room are not like this, and even Charles himself is roasted by a huge iron chain.
"Why, only in the room where you are, there is no trace of any metal?"
The man began to think about the strangeness of the room he was in.
According to Charles, the mysterious organization that conducts experiments on these grotesques seems to intend to awaken them to extraordinary powers by injecting an unknown compound.
He used to try his hand after Charles said this.
But nothing has changed.
However, if this situation is combined with the anomaly in the room, it may be possible to speculate.
The ability he obtained in the experiment may be related to metal to a certain extent, which explains why there is no metal in the room where he was imprisoned.
Perhaps, they are afraid to touch metal themselves.
In his heart, such thoughts flashed, but the man clearly said that all this was just his guess.
If he wants to prove this guess is true, he must have access to metal objects.
However, in the current situation, it is simply impossible for such a situation to occur.
The people of the unknown organization are extremely vigilant about him, and even the food delivered does not contain any metal.
“We can’t just sit still.”
In my mind, Charles' voice continued.
"I can sense that their experiment seems to have made a breakthrough, and more and more weird people have succeeded in the experiment. Once they get the experimental data they want, the next step is to test the experiment. The product will be processed.”
“…”
Charles' words, but the man became silent for a moment.
He knew exactly what Charles meant.
"I need metal, big or small, I need metal to prove a guess!"
After a while, the man said in his mind.
He clenched his fists, knowing that this might be his only chance.
"If my guess is true, this might help us get out of here."
Hearing the man's words, Charles was silent for a long time in his mind.
The sound came.
"I'll try my best."
With this answer from Charles, the corner between him and the man was cut off.
……
Just like that, in the imperceptible passage of time.
One day, two days, or a week or more.
Bang!
Heavy is basically accompanied by a mouth on the door, and a box of food is thrown in.
Sitting on the bed, the man looked down at the box containing the food, feeling the familiar but instinctive feeling in it. He raised his palm, and the next moment, a small rusty iron was removed from the box. The nail flew out from the inside and fell into the palm of the man.
Controlling the nails to move flexibly between the palms, just like having life.
Looking at the freely moving iron nails, the man finally understood what the abilities he had awakened during the experiment were.
Magnetic force, he can control the magnetic force of metal and move it according to his own thoughts.
It is precisely because of his ability that the organization that experimented with him deliberately imprisoned him in this special cell ~IndoMTL.com~ so that he could not touch any metal products.
“How is it?”
In the room, when the man looked at the nail in his palm with excitement.
In my mind, Charles' voice sounded again.
It's just that, compared to the beginning, Charles' voice in his head has become a little weaker.
It seems that he has not been doing well during this time.
"I've made it."
Perceiving the weakness in Charles' voice, the man restrained the excited expression on his face.
He slowly stood up from the bed, raised his palm to control the rapid rotation of the iron nail in his hand, and fell to the position where the door lock was located. The iron nail began to drill through like a drill, directly destroying the room. The specially made stone lock on the door, accompanied by lime smoke and dust, created gaps in the closed door.
Bang——
The man raised his leg without hesitation and kicked the door open.
With a loud crash, the door was opened.
The man stepped out of the room, and only then did he see that the room he was locked in was a completely independent and special prison cell built of stone, separated by dozens of meters from the surrounding area.
"Warning, warning!"
He looked away from the cell behind him, and as he escaped, the urgent alarm bells rang in the base.
Accompanied by the hurried alarm bell, all the tall bodies with the same appearance surrounded the men with heavy footsteps.
"Looks like Charles is right, none of you are human."
Sweeping the surrounding 'pacifists', the man remembered what Charles had said before, and couldn't help muttering something.
The next second, he raised his palm and aimed it at the 'pacifist' in front of him.
"You guys like this may be a problem for Charles, but in my eyes they are full of flaws..."