Invader
ACME
Obstacles
Some things just take great effort to overcome, tough each small victory is worth it.
I have permission to write about the agents featured here.
It was a sunny late morning and once again Invader was going through the obstacle course alone. There had been a lot of internal fighting going on within herself, and she came here to clear her mind. Had it really nearly been a year sense she arrived at ACME, and made more friends. At least she had her old name again that was a start, to hear it again opened a lot of doors in her memory. At least she had gotten over one of her triggers, for the most part. Though it was just narrowed down specifically, she was rather proud of that though she never showed it.
It had started one night, when she dreamed of it and woke in a panic flailing her limbs. Sense then she had started on the rooftop, and forced herself to sit near the object of her triggers. Eventually she moved on to touching it, and dealing with the subsequent panic attacks. It took a few months, but she finally got it to the point where only a certain kind and color would set her off. As she was moving though an obstacle with bars, the one she grabbed happened to be the very type that would prove to be a trigger. Upon seeing it her hand let go, and she flailed wildly hitting a few pipes on the way down.
Landing on the ground with a thud, she could feel a twinge of pain along her side and sat there dazed for a few moments. There was certainly a bruise forming, and it would probably be a good idea to at least get an ice pack for it. Getting to her feet, she found herself limping a bit causing her to get even more annoyed.
"Just great." She raged. "The very one I am trying to avoid,how ironic that I find it."
Just then agent west happened to be driving by the obstacle course in a modified golf cart. He had been watching, and was concerned when he saw Invader fall form the obstacle, thankfully it was one of the shorter ones. Cautiously he pulled up, got out of the vehicle and walked over to Invader.
"Hey you look like you took quite a fall." He spoke.
"I am fine." Hissed invader walking with a limp.
"One would not call that landing fine." West answered concerned. "We should probably get you to the medical wing."
" I just need an ice pack, that is all." Invader stubbornly answered.
" I think we need to get you checked out just in case." Offered West, trying not to provoke her further.
That struck a cord, and reminded her of the medical ward at the lab, and all the time she spent in the grey room. Every time she was hurt she had learned to hide it, in order to survive. Though a few times she reluctantly broke down seeking help, and wound up in that dreadful room. Sense then, she had tried to take care of herself, to prevent it from ever happening again. How did she know that they did not have a hidden room here, that she would be detained in.
"I am not going back, to the grey room." She spoke with a growl.
"I can assure you no one is gonna send you there." West spoke reassuringly.
A part of her wanted to fight him, but the other half reminded her what had happened the last time she tried that. Instead she just stood there, thinking things over before she gave in.
"I am sorry....I had...no right to growl at you like that." Invader said softly. "One...should have better control."
"No need to apologize." Spoke West. " I think you handle yourself just fine."
That caught her off guard, and she was not sure what to say in response to that.
"Now will you please come with me, and I can assure you we don't have any grey rooms." Said agent west gently.
To be continued....
Some things just take great effort to overcome, tough each small victory is worth it.
I have permission to write about the agents featured here.
It was a sunny late morning and once again Invader was going through the obstacle course alone. There had been a lot of internal fighting going on within herself, and she came here to clear her mind. Had it really nearly been a year sense she arrived at ACME, and made more friends. At least she had her old name again that was a start, to hear it again opened a lot of doors in her memory. At least she had gotten over one of her triggers, for the most part. Though it was just narrowed down specifically, she was rather proud of that though she never showed it.
It had started one night, when she dreamed of it and woke in a panic flailing her limbs. Sense then she had started on the rooftop, and forced herself to sit near the object of her triggers. Eventually she moved on to touching it, and dealing with the subsequent panic attacks. It took a few months, but she finally got it to the point where only a certain kind and color would set her off. As she was moving though an obstacle with bars, the one she grabbed happened to be the very type that would prove to be a trigger. Upon seeing it her hand let go, and she flailed wildly hitting a few pipes on the way down.
Landing on the ground with a thud, she could feel a twinge of pain along her side and sat there dazed for a few moments. There was certainly a bruise forming, and it would probably be a good idea to at least get an ice pack for it. Getting to her feet, she found herself limping a bit causing her to get even more annoyed.
"Just great." She raged. "The very one I am trying to avoid,how ironic that I find it."
Just then agent west happened to be driving by the obstacle course in a modified golf cart. He had been watching, and was concerned when he saw Invader fall form the obstacle, thankfully it was one of the shorter ones. Cautiously he pulled up, got out of the vehicle and walked over to Invader.
"Hey you look like you took quite a fall." He spoke.
"I am fine." Hissed invader walking with a limp.
"One would not call that landing fine." West answered concerned. "We should probably get you to the medical wing."
" I just need an ice pack, that is all." Invader stubbornly answered.
" I think we need to get you checked out just in case." Offered West, trying not to provoke her further.
That struck a cord, and reminded her of the medical ward at the lab, and all the time she spent in the grey room. Every time she was hurt she had learned to hide it, in order to survive. Though a few times she reluctantly broke down seeking help, and wound up in that dreadful room. Sense then, she had tried to take care of herself, to prevent it from ever happening again. How did she know that they did not have a hidden room here, that she would be detained in.
"I am not going back, to the grey room." She spoke with a growl.
"I can assure you no one is gonna send you there." West spoke reassuringly.
A part of her wanted to fight him, but the other half reminded her what had happened the last time she tried that. Instead she just stood there, thinking things over before she gave in.
"I am sorry....I had...no right to growl at you like that." Invader said softly. "One...should have better control."
"No need to apologize." Spoke West. " I think you handle yourself just fine."
That caught her off guard, and she was not sure what to say in response to that.
"Now will you please come with me, and I can assure you we don't have any grey rooms." Said agent west gently.
To be continued....