Part 5: Trigger
Summary:
When Hydra kills a child in front of him, Riven doesn't just break emotionally—he erupts. His power stirs for the first time, wild and uncontrolled. But before that, it's his voice that lashes out. A guard tries to shut him up with fists. It doesn't work.
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She was barely conscious.
Dragged in with zip-tied wrists, blood on her chin, eyes dull.
The guards dropped her like trash on a slab of cold metal.
One of them gave her cheek a mock-pat.
> "Smile for Daddy, sweetie."
The other laughed.
> "Big man over there might finally show some emotion."
They jabbed the needle into her neck.
She twitched—once.
Then… nothing.
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Riven's world didn't slow down.
It sped up.
Breathing. Heartbeat. Every light felt brighter. Every sound sharper.
And something… inside…
snapped.
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His head lifted.
Eyes burning.
Cheeks wet with tears he hadn't realized were falling.
He stared straight at the two guards.
And spoke.
> "You goddamn fucking parasites."
They paused.
> "What'd you say?"
> "You heard me, you Nazi cockroaches."
The one on the left stepped toward the glass.
> "Say that again."
Riven leaned forward.
> "You. Are. Fucking. Dead."
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The guard hit the panel.
The door opened.
He stepped in—slowly.
> "Guy wants to play tough guy again."
He walked up to Riven—who was still strapped down.
And then—
punched him in the mouth.
Hard.
Riven's head snapped sideways. Blood smeared his lip.
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Then he laughed.
A low, broken laugh.
Turned back.
Spat blood on the floor.
Looked at the guard—and grinned, even through a split lip.
> "That all you got, you limp-dick lab dog? I've had rats in my cell with more bite than you."
The guard's nostrils flared.
> "Say another word."
> "Fuck you. Fuck Hydra. Fuck everyone who watched her die and called it data."
Another punch.
Riven's head whipped back.
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He turned slowly—still smiling.
> "You think you're breaking me? I've already been broken. You're just giving me names for the list."
The clipboard on the table trembled.
A tray of tools rattled.
> "When I get out of here—and I will—I'm going to rip your fucking spine out and feed it to the dogs you tortured."
The lights dimmed for a second.
The room temperature dropped.
The glass groaned.
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The technician's voice cut through:
> "That's enough. Get out of there. He's showing activity again."
> "He's bluffing."
> "No—he's waking up."
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The scalpel tray lifted—an inch. Just enough to shake.
Riven's veins bulged against the straps.
A low, shaking whisper escaped him:
> "You're all dead men. I swear to fucking God—"
Gas hissed from the walls.
Cold. Fast. Chemical.
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The last thing Riven saw was the girl's eyes.
Still open.
And his own reflection in the blood on the floor.
Still smiling.
Still defiant.
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