"And screaming is allowed I know its working then." the doctor said.
Wyatt was no follower, especially to those that were bent on sadism. He buckled down, clenching his fists as the liquid seared into his veins. The hot rush of chemicals flooded his body, electrifying his nerves. But he refused to scream. Even as the sweat poured from his face and his skin seemed to burn, he refused to give in. His breathing became frantic and his heart pounded in his ears. But he couldn't give the sick woman the satisfaction.
As the pain became unbearable, to keep himself from falling apart, he shouted at the doctor, "If I get any powers from this, you sick bitch, I'll use them to tear you apart!!" The act of screaming at the woman relieved a little pressure. But the pain was unrelenting. He looked up to the ceiling and recalled his mother. In her madness, she talked of the "man in the sky". Maybe it was God, maybe it was another delusion of a manic state... but he looked up there and closed his eyes. He prayed for the first time in his life that whatever was up there would give him the strength to endure this... and the strength to kill that doctor...