MARVEL: GAMER PATH - CHAPTER 3 (Patreon)

It took me eight days, eight days to be kidnapped, how? Well allow me to explain, after my sudden… arrival in this world, and what followed after that, I was ambushed by some agents of Hydra, why? Well, apparently the fuckers have a mutant that detects mutants, and I am apparently a mutant of some kind, lovely isn't it?

I was on my way to the library, you know, to learn more skills and stuff, when all of the sudden, boom, three hydra agents leaped out of a dark corner and beat the crap out of me, a bit rude if you ask me, I would’ve gone with them without much resistance, they were all level twenty five, so… I knew from the beginning there was no point in trying to fight highly trained agents when my level one hand to hand combat.

If something good came out of this it probably was that… I had gained a few skills from the prison beat up they gave, like physical endurance for one.

Anyway, after their merciless beat up, I woke up in a cell, and soon after I was taken to an office, where a Hydra agent enlightened me about what was going to happen to me.

From his very very very creepy words, they would break me up, so that they could rebuild me from the ashes to serve their organization, I know now where I am going to spend my skill points, WILL, there is no way I am letting them make me their nazi bitch. 

From there, I started to plan. One, I needed to find a way to escape from this ghastly situation. Two, I needed to find the mutant they had on their command, if that bastard was able to track other mutants then he or she, inclusion above all, had to disappear.

I’m not gonna lie, I am super scared, being inside a prison cell, at the mercy of a bunch of Nazi loving bastards was probably the scariest thing I had ever endured, and it was taking all my willpower not to cry, for what crying would do.

Though I was quite certain I would cry at one point, when the real torture began, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a week, who knew, only one thing was clear, I had to survive, and I had to escape.

“Good morning,” A man dressed in a black tux entered the room where my cell was located with a wide smile on his face, he was old, on his sixties maybe, with a scar that ran from his white eyebrow to his neck, his body was fit, way more than mine, and his hands were full of scars… the man was scary, but what scared me the most, were his eyes, because for the first time in my life, I had seen eyes like his… eyes that lacked any spark of human empathy. “My name is Edward, and I will be your trainer.”

[Edward Muller - The Hydra Trainer - LV 31

HP: 100%/100%]

I gulped at his statement, “My trainer?”

“Yes,” Edward smiled, an empty smile, just like his eyes. “I will break you, and then rebuild you in the image of Hydra.”

“I don’t know why you guys picked me,” I said, I mean, while I understood some of their reasoning, picking me was a waste of time, I was level three, I was the equivalent of picking a toothpick against a sword.

“Hm,” Edward chuckled, taking his jacket out. “Well, you see… our hound not only smells mutants, but potential, and frankly you have one of the charts, we don’t know what yet, but our hound is sure you have the biggest potential he has ever seen, and well… here we are.” 

“I see,” So that’s why they had targeted me… the question is, how the fuck did the hound managed to find me so soon.

Entering my cell, Edward approached me, and putting his hand on my cheek he smiled, “I know that look, I have seen it a lot of times before… how did they find me so fast?”

There was a look that conveyed all of that?! “I… yes,” I admitted, there wasn’t much to deny anyway, and so far he had been very forthcoming with all the information.

Slapping me with enough strength to break two of my teeth, throwing me into the ground like a crack whore, he smiled, “Well… more than not, it’s because we target some zones, and list the possible candidates for our cause, but with you? It was mere luck, or bad luck, depending on how you look at it.” 

Still on the floor, hand clutching to my bleeding mouth in pain, I glanced at him, trying to understand what he was saying.

“It was luck that drove you to that truck,” The… driver.. But if that was the case, I would’ve seen it, my powers would’ve allowed me to see who he was… granted by that point I was still skeptical with all this shit, but still, his name had nothing to do with Hydra!

“So you have powers that help you identify people,” Edward whistled in something akin to approval, “Not too shabby,”

I looked at him again, shocked, wondering if he had read that by my body language or my mind.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Edward chuckled, “I just took a wild guess, considering your surprise when I said it was the truck that led you to us, but if it's any consolation, it wasn’t the driver, he is but a unsuspecting fool that helps us without knowing.”

“It might be the pain of that bitch slap you gave me,” I sighed, standing up to look at him better, “But, would you care to elaborate, I am sure after that… you will beat the crap out of me, if you having no shirt is anything to go by… so please, help a future broken man to understand.”

With a smile, he took a step forward and struck me in the face with a quick jab. “I suppose I could… Well, it wasn’t the driver, but who he was transporting… You see, our hound was being transported back to New York.”

“I see…” Last time I EVER get a ride with anyone.

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[6 MONTHS LATER]

[STATS

Name = Alex Walker

Occupation = The Gamer

Level = 3

EXP = 0/450

HP = 500/500

MP = 100/100

STR = 12

VIT = 20

DEF = 12

DEX= 12

INT = 12

CHA = 12

WIS = 12

WILL = 51

PER = 12

LUK = 7

STAT POINTS = 20

MONEY: 0$

]

Six months of never ending torture, if it wasn’t because of my power, I would more than not be crazy by now, thanks to his constant beatings, my skill in Physical Endurance, and my Willpower, had grown to the point I can shrug off most of the things he does.

If I have to be honest, the worst was during the first week, now most of his training in obedience is really nothing, at least compared to the first week. Boy did I suffer that first week, especially when he smashed my genitalia with a hammer, that was painful.

But unbeknownst to him the ball breaking idiot had given me the tools to survive Hydra and their brainwashing techniques, for one, I had discovered every how my stats worked, more in depth that is, for after a certain amount of stats you would get an achievement, a perk for that stat.

In my case, Willpower, and Vitality have given me two very useful tools to survive this place, a few perks that made my stay painful, but a pain that I could handle.

“Skills.” I thought, as the skills and perks window opened.

[Physical Endurance LV 41 = The body's durability increases, allowing for less damage taken. 41% decrease in damage taken by attacks.

Will of Stone! *PERK* = Pain and Suffering always come, but as long as my will stands, nothing will break me down! = Eases the mental pain of one’s body immediately, erasing the lingering sensation of pain by a 15%, you know what they say, pain is an illusion and your mind controls it.

Unbreakable Will! *PERK* = My body and mind won’t fall into the depths of madness, for my will stands like my beacon of hope! = Eases the mental pain of one’s body immediately, erasing the lingering sensation of pain by 35%, you know what they say, pain is an illusion and your mind controls it.

]

Those three things, made my entire stay here, a walk in the park, yes it still hurts being beaten down by Edward, but… it was manageable, I was able to think through his beatings, more than not fantasizing about beating him up, for now though, I had to wait.

“I am truly impressed,” Edward laughed, taking a seat on the floor, as I hung to the wall, hooks piercing my skin. “I haven’t been able to break you, not more than I did the first week…” so he had noticed, I suppose when you break people down for a living you learn to read them.

“So now what?” I asked, spitting one of my last teeth. I wonder if Hydra has a good dentist that I can borrow.

“Now… you go to the next stage,” Edward sighed, “If only my training had worked… you would not have to endure the next stage, I almost feel pity for you…”

Training? All he did was beat the crap out of me on a daily basis, that shit is not training, not even close. “Pity, that’s funny coming from the man that used me like a boxing bag,”

“I suppose it is,” Edward nodded, “Oh well, you are not my problem anymore, you are hers…” he added, standing up and walking out of the room.

Hers, well ain’t that ominous as fuck. “It was a pleasure,” what I really meant to say was, I WILL kill you one day, and I will enjoy it, I might even make a day out of it, get some froyo, maybe watch a movie with his corpse.

“So you are the unbreakable puppy,” a seductive sweet yet dangerous voice commented as a new figure entered my room, or cell, room, it sounds less bad.

[Romania Fitcher - LV 30 - The Hydra Mother

HP = 100%/100%]

The hydra mother? Not gonna lie, concerned about the mother title on her title thing. “I wouldn't say I am unbreakable, more like there were two ways torture could’ve ended.”

Smiling, the woman looked at me, and asked, “And what were those two ways?”

“Well, one, he manages to break me, or two, I get into it, and well, that’s another problem alone altogether, and well, I got into it… there was a time I wondered why some men paid for this type of shit, and well… now I know,” I replied with a toothless smile, my crack addict roomie would be proud.

“I see,” Romania smiled, “Good thing I have other methods to train you, don’t you think?”

I pouted, “And here I thought you were going to spank me.” 

“Keep talking and I might,” huh, kinky.

“So now what?” I asked.

“Now we fix you up,” Romania declared, snapping her fingers as two strangers entered the room.

[John John 072 - Hydra Puppet - LV 35

Hp = 100%/100%]

[John John 121 - Hydra Puppet - LV 33

Hp = 100%/100%]

I have a bad feeling about this woman, “Well, and here I thought Hydra was going to leave me toothless and naked, like a crack whore.” what is up with me with crack jokes, I need to stop cracking them jokes, haha, get it?

“Oh no, after all, what use do we have for a broken tool?” Well woman, your organization has been sending me mixed messages with all the shit you guys are doing, first we are going to break you, then not, then yes, make up one of your minds…. Hahah, get it? Cause Hydras have multiple heads, oh boy I am on a roll!