The Ghost Agent (Book 1)

HYDRA

(AN: Please tell me if it's a good chapter or not)

Lying down on a cold metal table whilst my torso is being held down by straps that look a bit like belts but are a lot stronger, probably some reinforced material they made in their lab but that doesn't matter right now.

My head is pounding which must have something to do with the fact that it's strapped in a large helmet attached to various different tubes and wires which must make me look ridiculous. My limbs are restrained with some steel straps a bit like built-in handcuffs, the ones you see in every good horror movie.

I'm currently in an interrogation but it's more like straight-up torture.

One blade, two men, three injections, four nails ripped off, five electrocutions, six beatings.

"What is your name?" He asked once again, "Queen Elizebeth" I grinned at them while spitting some blood out of my mouth. They injected me again. "Bastards! That actually hurt!" I yelled, "Oh? They still won't learn to obey? Turn it up till they do" he spat with a heavy Russian accent whilst the other man put a piece of plastic in my mouth presumably to stop any screams escaping my mouth even though they've made it abundantly clear that no one would hear me anyway. They kept going for hours (AN: Comment if you want more details)

Once they were done torturing me they un-strapped and ripped me from the table then through me to the floor where I stayed, scared that if I get up I'll be hit back down and beaten, eventually I was dragged up by one of the escorts as they call them, or as I call them the thugs, they come and get me every day and drag me from room to room. He dragged me across the ground, my blood being smeared around my face even more.

I was tossed onto the cracked stone floor of my room where I stayed till I heard the door slam and lock, once they're gone I crawled over to the corner of my cell where I curled up awaiting a night of horror and pain till the escort comes in the morning like he does every morning.

-Dream- Third person POV

Children run through the dimly lit hallways in this church like house, there is a slight ringing that can be heard if you listen close enough, (Y/N) walks down the same hallway trying not to trip up on the children's toys that are scattered along the carpet. She kept walking down the narrow path as it seemed to be getting darker till it was only lit by a couple of candles but she kept going assuming it was just the children playing with the lights.

Suddenly the lights started flashing on and off repeatedly. Children darted from corner to corner around her. One Two Three. One of the kids dropped to the ground. One Two Three. So did another. All the kids dropped to the ground leaving (Y/N) standing alone, confused and worried.

"Это ваша вина!" "(This is your fault!)" She turned around to see who the familiar Russian accent belonged to only to wish she hadn't.

"Вы их убили!" "(You killed them!)" (Y/N) was forced forward by the man who she recognised as the scientist who tortures her for days on end. Her pupils dilated in fear as she saw the children's bodies change to the corpses of everyone she loved.

Her two brothers

Her little sister

Her mother

Not her father though, for he was the one who volunteered the family for the 'program' as he called it. He signed them over to save his own ass.

She listened to her siblings' pained screams every day as Hydra tortured them the same as they tortured her till they died. (Y/N) remembers when they brought her to her little sister's bloodied corpse, naked, beaten and bruised. Then it was her brothers, they were put in tanks of water then electrocuted repeatedly till they soon passed out from exhaustion and drowned.