Quantum Entanglement

Chapter 74- Someone's Will Can Only Take So Much.

I was outside of the city, roughly 11 hours and 5 minutes away if I was to walk to it. "Where is Thatcher located?" I mumble, pulling my photo of the coordinates and matching it with my Google maps, according to the coordinates that the USB had found, he was located at Muddy Mountains HP which was 2 hours from my location. "I guess I'm going for a hike." I groan, pulling out the earbuds that I had stashed in my suit before I started to leave and plugging them into my phone, entering Spotify and putting on a random playlist that I had made.

"Here we go, I'm coming for you, Wanda." I say, beginning my trek to Thatcher's location which was most likely his base.

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(Wanda's Pov)

"Fuck you." I hiss, trying to pull myself off of the machine that he had hooked me up to.

"Woah, language, I thought you enjoyed it. I mean you get to use your powers." Burnt Popcorn responds, a grin on his face as he grabs a cigarette and lighter. "Want one?" He asks, holding the box out towards me.

"Go fuck yourself." I answer, shooting daggers into his eyes.

"I would if I could." He responds, pulling out one of the cigarettes and putting the box on the table next to him. "You're almost as feisty as Twiney. Except, she provided more of a hassle and challenge to keep under control." He shrugs, lighting the cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

"I'm more dangerous than her and you think a machine can control me." I scoff.

Burnt Popcorn takes a huff of his cigarette before pulling it out of his mouth and making a face of amusement. "Nah, she's way more dangerous, I mean she's more dangerous than any of you realise. She hasn't hit her full potential from what I know but she won't know what to do or how to handle it when she does. Plus, you can't even escape the machine you're tied up to."

"What makes you say Lara won't know how to control her powers? She's done a pretty good job so far." I remark, a smirk being placed on my face.

"She doesn't have anyone that can teach her a lesson or anyone who can help her with it. I mean maybe if you get out of here alive, you can teach her how to use her telepathy but other than that she can't use it correctly." Burnt Popcorn responds, taking another huff of his cigarette. "I can teach her but I'd need to break her first and make sure I have complete control over her before I do."

"You can't control her, her will is stronger than whatever you try and put her through." I tell him, trying to pull my right arm forward and out of the restraint.

"There's only so much someone's will can take, she might have the will to want to kill me but she doesn't have the will to survive what both you and I are about to put her through." He says, grinning at the sight of me failing to pull myself free.

"You think you're so powerful but the moment she comes here, you're going to be shitting yourself." I reply.

A snarky grin takes over his face. "The only one that's going to shit themselves is both you and Twiney."

"That's not one person that's two, dipshit." I remark.

Burnt Popcorn chuckles for a second before taking another puff of his cigarette. "She's really had an effect on you."

"Ligma." I say.

"That some kind of insult?" He laughs. "Please, inform me. What's Ligma meant to be?" He asks.

"Ligma balls." I grin at him, using my powers and blasting a ball of scarlet at him out of my left hand.

Burnt Popcorn flies back in recoil, falling over the table and landing on his back.

Willing myself to my extreme, I rip my right arm out of the restraint and quickly undo the restraint on my left arm. "You fucking bitch." Burnt Popcorn groans, flipping himself into his stomach and slowly pushing himself up, coughing for a few seconds.

Bending down, I undo my leg restraints and step off the machine, charging up another ball in my right hand. "I'm out of your machine." I smirk, using my left hand and surrounding the table with my powers, lifting it up and hurling it to the other side of the room.

Burnt Popcorn fully stands up, turning around and facing me. "I'm only going to warn you once, get back in the machine." He says.

"No." I respond, flinging my charged ball at him.

Burnt Popcorn steps out of the way right before it connects with his chest causing it to just barely strike his arm. "I warned you." He quickly says before running at me.

Charging another energy ball, I speedily throw it at him before getting ready for hand-to-hand combat.

Burnt Popcorn ducks under my scarlet ball, still rushing at me and stopping right in front of me as he attempts to throw a right hook.

Using my powers, I grab his arm, shooting it up into the air and striking his hip with my arm after letting it go.

Burnt Popcorn grunts for a second before regaining his focus and gripping my wrist.

Trying to pull my arm away, I quickly realise that it's a waste of time and summon a ball in my left arm.

As I'm about to chuck the ball, he grips that hand and aims it straight into my face before letting go of my right arm and slamming his free hand into my chest, knocking the wind out of me and sending me flying back into the machine, my back colliding against it as it stops my momentum and I drop onto the ground. "Fuck you." Burnt Popcorn says, stepping right up to me, his leg in my vision as I catch my breath.

The slight breath I had caught allowed me to quickly recover and slide my foot before kicking his foot out from underneath him, forcing him onto one knee and blasting him in the face with a scarlet ball. "I'm good." I cough.

Burnt Popcorn releases a shout of pain holding his face before standing up. "Son of a bitch!" He groans.

"That's what you are." I joke, still trying to fully catch my breath and use the machine as a support.

"Shut up!" He shouts, taking his hand off his face, clenching it and smashing me across the face.

Black spots instantly fill my vision as I launch to the side and onto the ground after the feeling of having been hit by a freight train. "What on earth?" I cough, tasting blood on the inside of my lip.

"You fucking slut." Burnt Popcorn says before he crouches down in my peripheral and slams his fist into my temple causing my head to bounce off the ground like a basketball. "I can't wait for Twiney to see you like this." He tells me, picking my head up by my hair and staring at me in the eyes.

I lift my hand up, trying to summon a ball but unable to as he slaps my hand out of the way and punches my temple again and again.

My body slipping into a state of unconscious with each hit, a burning pain building up in my head getting worse and worse every punch.

In a last ditch effort, I attempt to force my leg out and kick his leg but missing due to being unable to see where his leg was exactly. "I can't wait for you to be back in that machine." Burnt Popcorn says, striking my temple again, the feeling of my body slipping into unconsciousness becoming increased at an alarming rate. "I'll say hi to her for you." He tells me before slamming his fist into my face again, my body finally crashing into an unconscious state as the black spots take over my whole vision and my thoughts slip into nothing as my body becomes limp and no longer has feeling.