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She sees your nightmares
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Fade
Hypnosis is a curious thing, isn’t it? For some it’s a powerful tool to heal and restore a broken mind, heart, spirit, heck, even the body. For others, though, it can be a dangerous weapon, especially if they’re skillful with it. Which am I? You know, it’s rude to interrupt a man when he’s monologuing. That’s just plain bad form. No, I’m not going to answer your question, thank you very much. I’m going to finish talking. Then I’ll see about answering your question, maybe. Now then, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, I happen to a rather avid admirer of the art. What has to be my favorite part is what I like to call the fade. What is a fade? Well, picture yourself falling asleep. Your breathing is slowing, and you begin to concentrate on those breaths more and more as they become deeper and deeper, longer and longer. And you just have to close your eyes as you concentrate on drifting into slumber, into a deeper state of being, breathing deeper, thinking slower, and the world slows with you. Now, bear with me here. You see, as you focus, you become sort of lost in that rhythm, lost in repetition. And as you delve deeper into that state of focus, of peace, of relaxation, your thoughts just start to slip away. And suddenly, you’re in a strange sort of in-between state. Not quite awake, but not quite asleep. It’s just you, the dark, and that steady breathing, that rhythm that you’ve become trapped in, running in an endless loop, over and over, deeper and deeper, longer and longer. And all you can hear are those deep breaths and my voice, speaking so calmly, so gently, so low and deep. Deep, like your breaths. Deep, like that darkness that you find yourself in. And my voice? Well, my voice is the night light. It’s natural for it to be there, that one steady constant in the deep, that piece you latch onto in the dark to anchor yourself as you navigate it. And that’s my voice’s purpose, to help you navigate, to help you travel through the dark as you listen to my every word. Now, since you can’t really see in this dark, save for the dim light in the distance, the dim light that is my voice, it’s natural to just stare blankly, isn’t it? I mean, after all, there’s nothing to really lock onto with your gaze, is there? So, why put the effort into it? It doesn’t make sense to, does it? Of course, it doesn’t. So, just let that effort go. Let your eyes glaze over. It’s okay, you know, to look blank. No one here will judge. In fact, it feels good to let them relax like that, to not have to focus your gaze, because you’re already being guided, already being directed by my voice, and my voice is good, isn’t it? Nod yes for me, if you agree. Oh, I’m so very glad you do. It felt good to agree, didn’t it? And it didn’t hurt at all. You see, it’s quite relaxing to be in this state, this state where everything else fades away, and it’s just my voice and my directions pushing you, guiding you. You see what my light illuminates. You feel what my voice reveals. You hear what I wish you to hear, because my voice is your guiding light. My voice. Just my voice. Listening to my voice. Following my voice. Obeying my voice. Because that’s exactly what you’ve just done. And it was so easy, wasn’t it? All you had to do was listen. And now? Well, now you’ve just gone through the fade yourself. Because now, you can hardly think about anything but what my voice is saying, what it’s telling you. And that’s okay, because it’s pleasurable. It’s good to listen to my voice. In the fade, you can be anything I want you to be. Look to your right. My light is spreading over the darkness in a pool, driving the shadows away to reveal a towering bodybuilder rippling with muscle, pumping dumbbells mindlessly as he stares ahead with that blank smile, the same blank smile that is now on your own face. Indeed, his face is yours. How remarkable. Can you imagine that cycle, the strain of your muscles as they push and pull the weight? Picture that thick physique, those powerful glutes, broad shoulders, inflating biceps and triceps. Picture those thick, rigid abdominals carved into a perfect eight pack. You see it, don’t you? You feel your own muscles, as though they were growing to fit that mold, the mold I set up for you. Doesn’t it feel so marvelous? Of course it does. That is the power of the fade. That is the power of my voice. Now, it’s time to come back out, but you’ll remember this pleasure, remember the joy of following my voice, listening to my commands, fitting my mold. You will remember the fade, and you will be able to enter it at any time by finding me and seeking my aid. I’ll be happy to guide you there again. Now, when I *SNAP!* my fingers, you’ll come back out of the fade and into full consciousness. Don’t give me that sad look. I did this to prove a point. Maybe another time, I’ll let you enjoy it a little longer, if that’s what you really want and I’m in the mood. For now, though, we have a conversation to finish. Now then, come on. Time to wake up. *SNAP!* There we go. Welcome back to consciousness. Now you’ve tasted the fade. Now you know why I enjoy it so much. Though, in my case, the pleasure derides from seeing a subject lose all awareness of anything else as their conscious mind shuts down, leaving room for me to step in. Now, as for your question from earlier, as to which kind of hypnotist I am, I suppose you could say I’m a little of both. I’m a competent wielder of the tool who’s very good at what he does. I can be a dangerous foe or a valuable ally. Which I really am, I suppose, is up to you, now, isn’t it? But I think we both know the answer to that one. I’m the master of the fade. Would you care to fade again?
Fade.
When this started, I was faded and you were in colour. I was lost and had no hope of being found. I thought I could never escape you, the minute I saw you, I knew I had to love you. But now that you were gone, just like everyone I ever loved, I saw you everywhere. I heard your voice speak to me. I heard you singing our song, I heard you humming the most sweetest melody. I saw your eyes water, with joy and with sorrow in my dreams. I smelt you in every flower, in every drink. I felt your warmth in every cup of coffee I drank. I fought the cold thinking you were holding my hand, feeling your palms on the small of my back. I never knew if I could escape this, or even if I wanted to. But now, now I know. I know that those voices and those sounds are not you. They're me. I know that those scents are of beautiful flowers, and of this season. I know that the warmth I think is yours isn't truly yours. I know that the coffee has been my true companion. I don't hear you anymore, I don't see you anymore. I don't feel you anymore. Now I'm in colour, and you've faded.
Fade Masterlist
Summary:
Erin Schulz. Hydra's Pawn, their greatest fighter yet. One of the enhanced, her power unmatched even by the Maximoff twins. Daughter of Stark but that secret has been hidden from Erin. All of her life she has been told that she is unwanted and that Hydra is her only home. But soon, that lie will be revealed. What will happen when Ultron strikes? Can she find her place in the world? Will Erin choose to be a hero or a villian?
A Wattpad Original Story
Part 1: Age of Ultron
Prelude
Chapter 1: The Maximoffs
Chapter 2: The Attack
Chapter 3: A Disastrous Combination
Chapter 4: Captured
Chapter 5: Memory
Chapter 6: A Choice
Chapter 7: Is This What Safe Feels Like?
Chapter 8: A Realization
Chapter 9: The Fight
Chapter 10: The Vision
Chapter 11: The End Of An Age
Chapter 12: Grief
Chapter 13: Time to Let Go
(Blurbs 1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
Part 2: Civil War
Prelude
Chapter 14: Wishing I Could Forget
Chapter 15: The Accords
Chapter 16: Too Much Loss For Today
Chapter 17: Finding an Old Friend
Chapter 18: A War Is Brewing
Chapter 19: A New Recruit
Chapter 20: Civil War Part I
Chapter 20: Civil War Part II
Chapter 21: Aftermath
Chapter 22: He’s Okay
Chapter 23: Visitation
Chapter 24: One Last Time
Chapter 25: Starting to Find Peace
Chapter 26: We’ll Be There
Part 3: Civil War
Prelude
Chapter 27: A Celebration
Chapter 28: A Little Longer
Chapter 29: Is This My Life Now?
Chapter 30: Cover Blown
Chapter 31: A New Threat
Chapter 32: No Matter What
Chapter 33: Myself
Chapter 34: I Guess We’re a Team Now, Huh?
Chapter 35: Milestones
Part 4: Infinity War & Endgame
Prelude
Chapter 36: He’s Here
Chapter 37: An Untimely Reunion
Chapter 38: Time to Stand
Chapter 39: We Lost
Chapter 40: Glimpses
Chapter 41: The Revival
Chapter 42: One...Last...Chance
The End
Fade (Part I Prelude)
Summary: Erin Schulz, HYDRA’s best assasin, is ready for her next mission. Her task? Train the Maximoff twins. Protect the scepter. But underlying instincts spark problems before she even steps foot in Sokovia.
Rating: (14+) for references to disturbing images and details of a traumatic past.
I lay on the cot placed in my room while staring at the ceiling in boredom. There isn't much to look at. I have three concrete walls, one being glass so the soldiers can keep an eye on me. Well, I do deserve it, since that annoying force field is still holding strong. Why do I need a force field you ask? Well, let me explain.
You see, I've been a Hydra agent ever since I could remember. I made my way through the ranks and was named their deadliest assassin alongside the Winter Soldier. I think I was only 10 at the time, so I hope I didn't know any better. To be completely honest, all I can understand of my past was that obedience meant food and a warm bed. I still don't remember what that obedience is to this day.
However, my hard work and title still weren't enough for Hydra. They didn't want something deadly or powerful to control, Hydra needed someone who could be both. Soon after my graduation, I was taken to one of their secret labs in the mountains. It all goes blank there. I remember basically waking up and having these abilities. Telekinesis and gyrokinetic powers. Another slot in my memory. Soon, they gained access to the quantum realm and they had the bright idea to shove me in there. I was afraid the first time but after a little while, I got used to it. I don't know why I remember this, it seems that I have forgotten everything else.
From that realm, I gained the ability to phase through objects, living or not. Back to the school, I went where they said I went through even more training. All I have to remember it by is the mantle of the most dangerous person in Hydra at the age of thirteen. I should be proud of myself, they say. How I've persevered is something to look up to, my trainers instill.
But at the center of it all, my mind screams to remember all the things I've done when my memory goes blank. A pang of unforetold guilt follows me around like a shadow, threatening to take away everything that I have worked for. I don't know why they haven't just brainwashed me and turned me into a zombie-like they did James. They still let me remember some things. That is a mystery that I haven't cracked.
A soldier taps on the glass suddenly, turning my attention to the reality in front of me. I scan him for a split second before getting out of my cot and walking over. I shove my hands in the pockets of my army green jumpsuit and give him a look of disinterest, causing him to scoff at me. I'm still a spy after all.
"You are being relocated to a facility in Sokovia. There you will train the Maximoff twins as well as safeguarding Loki's scepter from any threats. The second half of your mission is to remain classified. Change into your uniform, we leave in five minutes. Are we clear, soldier?"
I stare defensively at the man, obviously not wanting to leave my haven. But eventually, I respond.
"Yes, sir," I say, my voice at its usual monotone pitch.
Just then, the hatch beside my bed opens and my uniform is dumped on my cot. Once I hear it close, I glare at the soldier until he leaves the room so that I can change. Once he leaves, I strip out of my previous outfit and leave it on the floor beside my cot. I pull on the outfit, securing all of the belts and buckles into place. After I secure my boots to my feet, I lift one foot and using my abilities, push the small knife out from the heel. Then, I pull the blade in I repeat the action on
Shakily, he opens the glass panel for me to leave. I look to him and see him holding a rifle in his hand, just for me. Walking over to the soldier, I take the gun from him, standing at his side.
"Scared are we?"
"Quiet," he seethes at me.
He gives the signal to disable the force field and soon we are on the tarmac where a jet is prepared for our departure. Before I board the craft, the soldier escorting me turns me towards him.
"What is your mission?" he asks.
"Protect and train the Maximoff siblings," I state.
"And?"
"And safeguard Loki's scepter from potential threats."
The soldier nods at me before letting go of my arm. I nod back at him and board the jet, strapping myself to its side in preparation for taking off. Something feels off about this mission but I know that I have to obey orders. And that is what I intend to do.
Fade (Chapter 1: The Maximoffs)
Summary: On assignment, Erin meets the infamous Maximoff twins, the successful versions of the same experiments she endured. They are her first students ever, meaning Erin has a choice. Turn them into weapons or help them grow stronger.
Rating:
After hours of flying on the jet, we finally land in Sokovia. From there multiple of Hydra's soldiers escort me to my new commander, Strucker. On the way to his office, we pass two prison cells that exactly match my old one. I see a boy speedily running around his small cell, unable to stop himself from crashing into the walls. Beside him is a girl, around his age, floating cubes in mid-air and her hands glow red. Before I can investigate any further, I'm guided through a narrow hallway and into Strucker's office. Once I am seated in front of him, all of the soldiers scurry out of the room, leaving us alone.
"Your previous commander gave you your mission, correct?" he asks, his voice as rough as always. He is staring at something on his desk instead of paying attention to me.
"No, he just sent me here for fun." I sarcastically remark, purposefully trying to piss him off.
"Don't play games with me, agent," Strucker growls, his attention now on me.
"You know," I stand from my seat and lean on the front of his desk. "I'm qualified to be your superior. But instead of hiding behind a desk, I choose to get the job done. If I'm going to stay here and train your little experiments, you are going to give me the same degree of respect that I had back home or I leave. Are we clear?" I say. Strucker stands from his desk, clearly irritated. He takes a defensive stance and takes a deep breath in to try to intimidate me. Obviously, he's the one who is intimidated in this situation.
"I don't like your tone, soldier. I suggest you sit back in your seat and shut the f-" Strucker orders but I cut him off in a... different way. I fade through the desk and his body and quickly pull out the knife from my boot with my abilities, retrieving it in my hand. I wrap my arm around his neck, the knife pressed against his throat. This silences him before he can utter another word.
"Now this can go one of two ways. I can slit your throat and I will get away scot-free. Or, you can shut your mouth and give me the respect I deserve." I whisper into his ear. The man begins to shake a little but stands firm.
"I don't respect someone out of fear." Strucker spits back, his voice wavering the tiniest bit. I strengthen my grip on him as I begin to crush his esophagus with the side of my forearm.
"I've been loyal to Hydra all of my life and I am not exaggerating. I'm their strongest agent. I think that deserves a little respect. " I spit at him, pressing the knife a little more into his throat. Strucker begins to wheeze so he taps my arm in submission and I let go. He sits back at his desk, his face pale from lack of oxygen and I sit across from him. I silently slip the knife back into my boot and reload it in case I have another "incident".
"The guards will lead you to your new sleeping quarters. From there you will have time to unpack and then you will meet the Maximoff twins."
"Yes, sir," I reply, sarcasm laced in my tone, before standing up. The guards follow Strucker's orders, leading me to my new home.
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After I was settled in my room, the guards lead me to their training room where the Maximoffs were waiting. I was dressed in a sports bra and tight knee-high pants, my hands wrapped in protective bandages. I am pushed into a moldy smelling gym, no equipment in sight, only two frightened teenagers.
"They're all yours." A guard says and I nod in acknowledgement. Once they leave, the two siblings just stare at me in confusion. The awkward silence fills the room until the girl in the corner of the room speaks.
"How do they expect someone so young to train us?" she says, her Sokovian accent thick. The boy zooms over and stares condescendingly while circling me like a shark. I glare back at him, my stance unyielding.
"I bet you she doesn't even have powers." he snarkily remarks to his sister. I shake my head and cross my arms, effortlessly becoming intangible.
"Then punch me." I spit back.
"What?" the boy says, confusion thick in his accent.
"If you’re confident, then punch me," I reply. The boy still looks confused but listens to my order, pulling his fist back. He swings and his fist phases right through me. I take the opportunity to fade right through him and take my stance from behind. Once I become solid again, I push him against the wall using my abilities. After a quick chuckle, I let him go momentarily. He then turns to try and fight me again. I shake my head and turn off the gravity in the room for him, leaving the girl and I glued to the floor. Once I drop the boy, he looks at me in awe and fear.
"So, you think I still don't have powers?" I ask after crouching to his level. He shakes his head rapidly and I offer him my hand. He looks at me like I'm the craziest person on earth before gratefully taking it. I lift him back up with me and our eyes meet.
"What's your name?" he asks. I look at him as if he's crazy. You don't ask a superior their name unless you want a hand to the face. But they have only been here a few years, they still don't know our rules.
"Erin, but outside of this area, you will call me Commander. Another word of advice, don't ask any of your superiors for their name. That will only earn you a hand to the face."
"Thanks for the advice." the boy mumbles as he looks downwards while rubbing the base of his head.
"I take it you have already made that mistake," I conclude and he nods.
"My name is Pietro and my sister is Wanda," Pietro says as he points to his sibling. She is still in the corner, staring at her hands as if she doesn't know what to do with them. I walk over to her and hold out my hands for her to take. Wanda looks at them skeptically before taking them and lifting herself up.
"If you are going to survive here, you can't have any space for weakness. I was sent here to train you but I'm not going to do that. I'm going to teach you how to survive."
"But how do we do that if we don't have any control of our powers? It's impossible." Wanda says, the idea of training causing her to panic. Her hands begin to glow and she stares at them in fear.
"That. Right there. You can't be afraid of your powers. You need to become one with them. Focus on that power and then channel it." I say. Wanda's attention slowly turns to me as she shakes. She pushes her hands outwards and timidly lifts me from my standing place. Wanda then freaks out and drops me but I land on my feet, my left hand in front of me.
"How... how is it possible?" Wanda asks, referring to her powers. I stand back up and take her hands once again.
"When you can do the things I can do, nothing is impossible."
Day 3 of #Veiltober - Fade Solas being a fool in the Fade. What an irony.