(Song: Last Resort by Papa Roach
First part is in Marvel Imagines
Requested in the A/N)

Getting into other people's heads is easy. You've been- TRAINED LIKE A DOG- taught how. You can access their thoughts, feelings, emotions. But some memories or thoughts leave scars- GASHES- and others nothing but a sour taste in your mouth.

But your time in the field is over due to an.. inconvenience. It's the voices- SCREAMS- that gets to you, and you have to calmly talk- SHOUT- back at them and the guards will end up looking at you like you're- INSANE- haunted.

They told you that the current cell is temporary- THEY'RE LIARS- for a better facility. One that doesn't have see through glass and constant surveillance.

You have to get out- GET OUT- before they come for you. You scratch uneasily at your neck and try to focus on breathing but- THEY'RE COMING YOU HAVE TO GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT-

"Would you shut up!" You growl, slamming your fist on the glass in frustration and ignore the looks from the guards.

You're going to die in here- ROT- if you're not set free. You suck in a breath and back away from the walls slowly. Don't you see that you're never free unless everyone you care about is dead and gone and cut up- DESTROYED- and burned and buried.

"Everyone I care about is alright gone," You say harshly, your eyes slowly widening in realization. "So I have nothing left to lose,"

Yes yes you're right nothing- NOTHING- left to lose. Kill-EVERYONE- the guards.

You grin, turning and focus your energy on one of the guards' thoughts, sending them into overdrive and he screams, grabs at his head and withers onto the ground.

The other guard whirls around to run, but you stop him dead in his tracks and your hands twitch painfully as he resists the mind control.

"Fighting only makes it harder- painful- for yourself," You whisper, and then the mans grabbing his keys and pushes it into the walls. A door emerges and you grin wider, stopping to pat the mans head before leaving.