Tony's Secret Sister

Chapter Eight

As my eyes slide open, I find myself greeted by the now-familiar crumbling ceiling of my cell. This morning, a gentle breeze flows through the slightly ajar window on the far side of the room. Laying still, I listen to the silence outside the hall, waiting to see if there's anyone who can stop me from climbing out the window and running free. When no sound fills my ears, I use all my strength to sit up only to be pulled back to the bed, my head hitting the hard metal surface as the restraints around my wrists and ankles pull me back down.

"Every morning you do that." chuckles a voice outside my cell, their voice incredibly close as I look up, pointing my chin up to the ceiling so that the room outside my cell is upside down. My eyes fall onto Johann as he leans against the bars of my cell, his black Hydra uniform clinging tightly to his body as he flashes me a devilish smile, his bright teeth reflecting the sunlight as I roll my eyes. "When are you going to learn that those restraints aren't coming off?"

My head slips on the cold metal as it slams into the bed again, a dull pain creeping into my skull as I close my eyes against the light, hoping that if I just can't see the world, it won't see me. I know it's childish but...what else do I have to hope for?

"And every morning I wake up to find you stood there," I whisper as I open my eyes again, turning my head just enough that I can see Johann out the corner of my eye. His smirk fades slightly as he hugs a large file tightly to his chest, his eyes remaining fixed on me as I smirk to myself. "Do you watch me sleep or something?" I joke, my voice lighter than usual as Johann stands up, straightening his jacket as he replaces his smile with a deadly serious expression.

"You really should watch that mouth of yours Abi or I'll be forced to do something about it," he warns me as he holds the folder up, paper flying out of it and landing on the floor. Slowly, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key, slotting it in my cell's lock before opening the gate. His shoes click against the cold concrete as he makes his way across to my side, smirking down at me.

"What's in there that could possibly help you keep me under control?" I hiss as my eyes land on the all photo of me on the front, my face pale and bruised as scars trace their way down my neck. My chest tightens at the sight of how sickly I look, of my ghostly transparent skin and the bags under my eyes.

"Oh, nothing much." Johann lies as he places the file on my stomach, his fingers tapping my stomach where the glass had cut in the car accident. I bite my lip, holding back the cry of pain as he presses his fingers against it, the poor stitching the Hydra doctor had given me weakening as he smirks at my discomfort. "just some medical records and test results," his finger presses deeper into the wound as I let out a cry in pain, the stitches popping as I feel blood seep out the wound and onto the bandage above. Tears drown my cheeks as I stare up at Johann, my eyes widened by fear as breaths claw out my throat.

"S-s-stop," I beg him, my voice shaking as my sobs grow louder, the pain overtaking my body as Johanns smirk grows darker, his eyes boring into mine as I close them, looking away as I flinch. "Please stop." I cry, my voice a squeak as my body begins to shake violently, the white bandage stained by the red as Johann pushes harder. "Please!" I shout out as a scream tears from deep within me, Johann's smirk disappearing as he lets go of me, his fingers dripping as he turns his back on me, my shoulders rising rapidly as I gasp for air.

"And the address of your son's house," Johann adds as he stops not far from me, his head whipping around as his smirk returns again, my eyes dropping to the folder on my chest. Completely forgetting about the pain of my open wound, I blink rapidly as my heart hammers in my chest, the oxygen getting caught in the back of my throat. No. He couldn't know where he lives. "Maybe we should pay him a visit. Have a friendly chat with him." his grin grows even wider as I begin to pull at the restraints around my wrists, Johann's eyes filling with mischief as he chuckles at my pathetic attempt of escaping. "Maybe he would be happy to join us."

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY SON!" I scream, my maternal instincts kicking in as I turn to face him, the monster he wanted me to become slipping into control as I glare at him. My whole body aches as my eyes land on his throat, my mind and body prepared to kill him if that's what it takes to protect my son. After all, isn't it a mother's job to protect their son even if it means sacrificing everything they have?

"It's not like you can stop us." laughs Johann as he turns around to face the wall once again, his back to me as my devil long caged comes roaring to the surface, ready for the snack it's longed for so long.

My throat lets out an awful cry as I tug at the bonds around my wrists with all my strength, my muscles burning as I gritting my teeth. Ignoring the burning of the straps against my skin, I kick my legs upwards, my heels colliding with the cold metal as they come flying back down. Feeling the straps loosen, I push even harder, my whole body aching from exhaustion as I breathe heavily, Johanns ghostly laugh haunting my ears I continue to fight. I will get free, I will. I'll escape. And when I do, I'll kill him. As I clench my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms as the straps saw against my skin leaving burns around my wrists and ankles as they beg to weaken. A scream tears from my throat as the restraints finally give in, snapping in half as I am launched from the bed, falling to the cold concrete with a clatter as I look up at Johann who has his back to me. Wrong move.

Before he can turn to see what the clatter was, I lunge for him, clawing at his face as my anger and pain take over. A scream escapes his throat just before my hands close around his neck, cutting off his oxygen supply as I squeeze tightly. His usually red skin begins to turn purple as his body runs out of oxygen his nails clawing at my already raw wrists as they leave behind small scars. I want to make him feel pain. To make him experience the agony I have endured. I want to make him beg for his life. And when he does, I want to kill him.

Without me realizing it, soldiers come rushing into the cell, their arms grabbing me from behind as they tear me from Johanns weak body as he collapses to the floor. My legs kick against them as doctors rush to Johanns side, each one pushed away as Johann glares at me.

"You psycho," he growls as he clutches his throat, rubbing it as he gasps for breath, his voice raspy as I am thrown against the cold metal bed, a needle jabbed into my neck as I scream. As my muscles begin to burn, my kicking slows, my eyes fluttering as I fight my hardest to hang onto the light and not give into the darkness.