The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 75: A month...?

It's been five fucking days.
Five.
And it's dark, and I'm starving to death. I found a puddle for the worst water possible, so I don't die from dehydration. But let's be honest, puddle water was probably worse.

He made it clear that wherever I was going, it wasn't in New York. So where am I even going?
You see those mountains on your left? Climb them.
What the hell? I'm going on a mountain? What, was this place inside of a mountain, or directly on top of one?
Go, and hurry up!
Well, it's not like I have an option.
....

I make my way, half way up the mountain. Who in the right mind makes this place on an extremely high mountain? I mean, thank goodness that the mountain is flat on the top. I'd probably just fall.
Oh, and don't die.
Wow, he actually cares about my safety?
I wouldn't want you dying before you got here. You wouldn't even get to work for us yet!
Nope. I'm a tool.
How kind.

I reach my arm out to the next part in the mountain, that looks like it's sticking out enough for me to grab. But just then, a stone breaks from under my feet. Great. Is this how it ends? I'm gonna fall off of a fucking mountain?
I try to pull myself up, but I'm not strong enough. I was miles up high.
My palm begins to sweat, as I panic. My shoulder and wrist starts to ache, as I try to hold onto the stone. My arm is shaking, too. The only arm the could hold onto the mountain was the metal one. But even then, metal isn't exactly perfect for climbing a mountain.
I try to pull myself up, again, but I can't. I'm only making things worse. There was no spot on the mountain for me to put my feet, either. I was dangling.
And now, as my right arm gives out, I'm dangling by one arm. I'm gonna die.
I'm gonna die and Loki's going to wonder where I am, when he eventually comes looking for me. I hope he comes looking for me. But all he'll find is a dead body at the bottom of the mountain.
"HELP!" I shout, as I try to reach my right arm up again.
Nobody was going to come. Nobody.
Maybe I should just let go, and die. I mean, it's better than being used as a weapon for the rest of eternity.
So I'll do it. I should let go, right?
Then why can't I? I want to let go, but I can't. Something's telling me to hold on. Probably my conscience.
But either way, immediately, the mountain rock breaks from above me.
And now I'm falling. I'm falling so fast, but so slow at the same time. I don't wanna go anymore. I don't wanna die.
God, damnit.
And suddenly, something appears above me, and then swoops me up to the top of the mountain.
I didn't even open my eyes to see who it was.
But soon, I'm thrown on top of the mountain.
The snowy mountain.
And I open my eyes, quickly, and look around.
It's him. I didn't like looking at him, it reminded me of too much. I wish I could call him something other than my father.
"Sit your ass up, and get inside." He demands.
So I do.
I'd do whatever it takes not to lose control again. Sure, it'll happen eventually, but not yet if I have any say in it.
Which I don't.
He pushes me through the doors of a cave on the mountain. Well, it looked like a cave. Maybe a huge rock with door. Whatever it was, it wasn't pretty.
I quickly walk down the small flight of stairs, that lead to a hallway.
A hallway full of cells. Prison cells.
Except, there weren't many people. Not many people at all, really. There was six people, that I could see. All of them looked so drained, and exhausted.
In pain.
They all looked at me with pity, as I walked past the cells. He walks directly behind me. Where was he leading me, anyways? And then suddenly, he grabs my shoulder, telling me to stop walking. So, I stand still, as he walks in front of me to open up a cell.
"You'll be outta here soon enough, and back." He mutters, as he throws me into the cell. He was probably talking about how I'd leave this cell, to get my memory wiped. I wasn't ready for that.
I sit myself up a bit, and lean against the wall. All I could do is wait, right? I can't exactly leave, or he'll get inside my head again.
"You're new here?" I hear someone whisper, from the cell next to mine. It was never good to talk to other people. You could get into serious trouble. There were two guards guarding one side of the hallway, and two on the other.
"Nope." I whisper back, as I pull up the sleeve to my left, metal, arm.
I look to my left, where the person was talking. It was a girl, who looked a bit older than me. Physically, that is. I have no idea how old she really is. She could've been born the same year I was, or even before then.
"Isn't it great to be back? We get to help this world, and the people in it."
Oh, great. The brainwashed her.
"Yeah, so great. Killing innocent people for Hydra is so friendly, and helps everybody." I say, sarcastically.
She lets out a sigh of relief, "Thank God."
"Thank God for what?" I ask, sitting up a bit.
"I needed to make sure they didn't brainwash you." She tells me.
"I was quite convinced they'd done it to you." I mutter.
I didn't like talking here. It was dangerous. We could both get beaten for even whispering.
"Not yet." She says, sighing.
"They're going to, you know? That's what they do to people." I inform her.
She nods, and stays silent for a bit.
"How long have you been a prisoner of Hydra?" She asks.
"Since the Second World War."
She turns to look at me, with sadness in her eyes.
"You must be so unhappy?" She assumes.
I was for the longest time. I was unhappy with everything going on.
"I was for the longest time," I tell her, "Until recently."
"What happened recently?" She asks.
I smile a bit, but it's forced, "I found a guy that made me feel like everything was going to be okay."
She nods, and looks directly ahead of her.
"And what about you? How long have you been a prisoner to Hydra?" I ask her.
"Just a few years. I don't really know."
"Were you frozen at all?"
"Not yet, that I'm aware of."
"And your memory, was it wiped?" I ask her.
"Yeah, when I first got here. Things are blurry."
Same here. So many memories of mine are a blur. Sometimes I think I'm remembering something, but only remember one second of that memory.
Sometimes it hurts to remember, too. Not only because that, sometimes happy, past is gone, but it actually physically hurts my head to remember something sometimes.
"Is it morning?" She asks, suddenly.
"It's nighttime. Not that it matters here, though." I whisper.
She nods, and leans her head against the cold, concrete wall.
She looks like she's about to go to sleep, and I probably should too. But I'm gonna have to sleep on a floor. I don't have the luxury of a bed, or hugs, anymore.
I just have a concrete wall, a concrete floor, metal bars, a cold place to stay, and a really cheap ring...
Sometimes, after you were experimented on, they'd throw you in a room with the most uncomfortable bed ever, and it was so confined. Because if it's a new experiment, they don't want to be bothered by the sounds of screaming and the smell of death.
Plus, once you lay on the bed, they tie you to to it.
"What's your name?" She asks, suddenly.
"It's probably best we don't share that." I mutter, as I close my eyes. And that was the truth. Once you get to know somebody's name, you want to know more about them. And then you become attached. And then they get hurt, or leave you. Or worse, you're forced to leave them..
...
Loki's POV...
She disappears out of my sight, as the tesseract in my hand brings me back to the room in Wakanda. We needed to help her.
I needed to. I couldn't just let her be controlled for the rest of her life. I'm aware she said we'd meet again, but when? I wanted it to be soon. I wanted to say hello again.
I'm still struggling to walk, as I hide the tesseract in my hands. I, somehow, make my way over to the doorway, and down the hall.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Thor asks.
"I must find her, I must go get her help." I say, nearly collapsing into his arms as I try to walk past him.
"We've talked about this, Loki. We'll find a way to get her back, but we need a plan."
"A plan? A plan?! We need to kill him, her father!" I shout, a bit too loud.
"We're not killing anyone!"
"There's no other way!"
"Is this what that's really about? Because there's no other way? Or is it because you need your revenge because he took her from you?"
"Why can't is be both?!" I shout.
"Loki, enough! Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you the one telling her that we could find another way?"
"My mind has changed greatly since then."
"It was 6 hours ago!"
"And is that supposed to make a difference?"
"Loki, stop it! Would she want you to do this? Would she want you to murder him?"
And I stop arguing.
"You want me to tell you if you should kill him with that?"
I shrug.
"How painful is it?"
"Very." I answer.
"Well?" I ask.
"No." She sigh.
"No?"
"No."
"But why?"
"I can't do that to a human."