This might get a bit graphic and intense so be warned..
Gore never expected herself here, of all places she would be sent to by OPAC, it was a retreat place full of horses. Sheâs never spent a day near horses before. And after the incident, sheâs been more on edge. Less snappy and feisty with the usual snark. Still a person with anger issues and an alcohol addiction, but her usual fire has.. waned. For the time being, hopefully.
.. It was an accident, the mission she was on went all according to plan. Then he showed up. Carnage. Her crazy 7â2 red and black symbiote stalker. And it all went to shit. She had to run, and she did, despite the massive migraine she had that night due to the proximity of that asshole. Carnage always gave chase, he thought she was playing hard to get to his affections. But his demented mind didnât see the fact she did not want him. Not one bit. So she had to run. Some days hours, sometimes just minutes till she could escape. Even with a weakness to symbiotes.
But she didnât expect to be sabotaged. The person assisting her on the simple mission was a mole, and shot her just enough to throw her off balance, heavily injuring her. She could hear the snarl of dismay from Carnage, probably at her being shot, and the sound of high frequency also could be heard. They were weakening him so he could save her⌠smart.
This wasnât good on her part since she was just about to jump over a gap between buildings. Leading her to fall off the building she was on.. down a bunch of construction scaffolding.. and impaled onto the broken scaffolding metal pipe. Yeah. Impaled like a shish kabab. She canât remember what happened after. It was all dark besides the pain and the blood bubbling in her throat and her heartbeat in her ears, honesty she had accepted her fate to be that way. Ending in betrayal with no one to come and grieve for her.
But somehow she lived. Maybe it was divine intervention, maybe it was a curse. Either way. She was alive. And in major pain.
The person who was a mole and shot her managed to kidnap her to some odd facility, draining her system of its acid content by limiting her food and drink intake, leaving her malnourished and unable to properly use her abilities. It was hell. The person and other people were constantly using multiple torture techniques to try and get intel out of her. Waterboarding, breaking her bones and forcing her to heal it just to have it be broken again. The works.
It hurt like hell. It broke her. But not enough to give up information. And miraculously she got saved. She canât remember by who, but someone or some group did save her. And she got brought to a hospital to recuperate; one that OPAC had workers there so her identity wouldnât get incriminated while there.
One of those mental doctors came in for a psych evaluation after the event. Ruled something about PTSD due to the events that took place. âWhy?â She thought. âIâve experienced so much, why now do I get PTSD?â
Ane thatâs how she ended up there. At Sunny Side Acres. A back brace to support her healing back and covered in stitches and bandages. OPAC had sent her there silently, both for her protection and for âmental reliabilityâ or something bs. A nondescript grey van driving through the terrain which she was barely looking at. Eventually stopping. A murmur from the driver she didnât hear or care about. She felt dull. Pained, even with the painkillers. She carefully dragged her bags with her, the van driving off as she got out.
Vanadee didnât bring much, maybe snuck a couple flasks of alcohol just in case, just a duffel bag and a suitcase. She wasnât there as Gore. Just a recovering Vanadee Hailz from a âwork accidentâ.. like that was believable.
She wore an oversized shirt with a worn out band logo on it and sweats, nothing that would irritate her stitches or the bandages. She could walk, it just got to be tiresome in this state. So she trudged along the gravel road to the ranch where the sign scrawled above said âSunnyside rescue ranchâ it made her black eyebrows furrow slightly. She had more questions than answers at the moment. But there was no going back to New York now, and honestly anything was better at the moment.
So. She took a deep breath, running a hand through her slightly unkempt hair, the green in her money piece bangs slightly faded out from not being touched up in some time and her hair now touching her shoulders. And she didnât put any makeup on to hide the dark circles under her eyes.. and she started to trudge into the area, looking around wearily.
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