bringing back barnes

18. hail hydra

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It's so cold. My head is pounding. Why can't I move? Ow.

"How's he doing?" The voice is muffled, rough, unfamiliar.

"Stable, sir." Another one rang in my ears.

"Can we wake him up quicker? I'm on a tight schedule."

"Uh.. Yes, of course sir." They were hesitant, shuffles before-

Ow.

My cheek stung and my eyes creaked open to find who hit me. I squinted at everyone, it's dark but there are so many lights. When I tried to raise my hand to shield my eyes, I couldn't, I looked down to see the thick metal straps locking my arms down.

"Morning Sergeant." The same unfamiliar voice addressed... me?

I couldn't say anything, my throat aches and- and nothing was responding. My brain sent the signals to speak, to scream, to rip out of the binds and run. But my body didn't move a muscle.

"We've got a mission for ya. You'll like it, I promise." He smiled.

He explained my assignment and I knew I had been made for this. The names and descriptions and plans he gave me, I locked it all away in my head, being able to memorise it all as soon as it left his lips. I didn't understand why though.

I finally spoke, "готов подчиниться" The words sounded foreign to me but I said them perfectly. Not stuttering, not even thinking about what it meant before I understood perfectly.

"Good." He replied, his sly smile being the only thing I could see in the dark.

Someone approached me. I couldn't react in time, my head wouldn't move, a sharp pain shot through my neck and then I was tired. Exhausted. I just needed to shut my eyes. It would make sense when I shut my eyes. I'm so cold.

I felt trapped in my uniform, my face covered by the stiff mask and goggles and my body locked with holsters and guns. I turned the corner, quick steps to my destination.

Why am I going there? Who is that? I need to kill them. No witnesses.

I kicked and his knee cracked backwards, I pulled the gun off my back, pressing the tip of the silencer to his head and pulling the trigger before he could let out his pained cries.

He fell to the ground and I continued through sleek corridors.

I've killed so many people today.

Who are they?

Who am I?

I found it, I kicked down the door that man had described to me and stepped over it. A man was lying down in front of me, he had tubes coming out his arms and flowers on the table-

Stop. Kill him.

I stepped toward him, grey hair and pale skin, my hands moved, I didn't want them to, they wrapped around his neck and I squeezed. His arms swung around him, he scratched at me, pulling at the ridges of the metal arm.

"Hail Hydra."

That was my voice. He let out a final breath, his arms falling to his side as I stepped back.

The mission was complete. My mission was complete. I'd done it. I'd succeeded. He was dead. The target was dead. I had killed the target.

"Alrighty Mr Hudson." A cheery voice. My eyes snapped to the door, she hadn't seen me yet, she was looking down at her clipboard as she walked in, she finally looked up.

Kill her.

She gasped, dropping her clipboard as her hands clamped over her mouth. I paced over to her.

No.

I wrapped an arm around her, holding my hand over hers to keep her quiet and pulling her back to my chest as I took her away from the doorway. I pulled the knife from my hip and sunk it into the side of her head.

Blood. Everywhere. She was only trying to help. No witnesses. She was innocent.

"Hail Hydra."