I wake up as if nothing happened. No headache, no pain, as if I'd been in my bed all along. I look around, two guards standing still.
"Where am I?" I croaked, my voice raspy, yet I had no idea why.
"You're in HQ, Miss." One of the guards said. It was the only time I've heard someone out of the Red Room speak besides what's-his-name.
"Where's Nat?"
"Romanoff is dead, Miss." The same guard spoke, the other one staying silent.
"What?!" I reach for the locket at my neck to find it's not there. Instead, my hand remains over my heart, where I had slapped it. I feel my heart racing in my chest at the news as tears well in my eyes.
Thoughts raced, confused. I should've been there to save her. I really like her, why did she have to leave like everyone else in my life?
One side of my brain thinks sentimentally, the other cursing at me for having feelings.
You shouldn't care about her, you're a warrior, you idiot! She's nothing to you, it doesn't matter. Suck it up and get over it!
The guards were silent and I felt a tear escape my eye. It was an unusual feeling, I hadn't cried in forever. Felt emotion in forever. Everything was a lifetime ago.
"We have an assignment for you. It's believed you're ready."
"Ready for what?" I'm not ready. I don't care what it is, I have to do it without Natasha. No.
"While you were out, you were given something special. An enhancement. You're a test."
I scoff. Un. Be. Lievable. "I thought you weren't supposed to tell people when shits a test?"
"Well we're telling you. It's better if you know." The guard man paused, looking down at his shoes. I could've sworn I saw a speck of disappointment flick over his eyes. "Follow me."
Right. This is going to be so much fun. I push myself over the edge of the table and listen to his silent steps as he exits the large room from a nearly invisible door. I shuffle after him, ignoring the silent guard. He hadn't moved at all.
I speed up to walk beside him, his face stern and his eyes cold. The whole walk, my mind was on Nat. She was my only friend, maybe more than that. Definitely more to me. There was a large knot in my stomach that I didn't know how to unwind. Every thought only tugged it tighter.
"Where's my necklace?" I ask, keeping my eyes forward. I'm answered with silence, yet I'm still answered. The guard unfolds his hands from behind his back, discreetly holding his hand beside him. I see the golden chain peeking between his finders and my eyes widen. I know the punishment for this, if someone sees this, I won't see him again.
"Careful," he whispered, his hand brushing mine, "there are eyes everywhere."
I wrap my hand around, side stepping closer to him so his hand was hidden between both our clothes, his suit and my... well, dress, apparently. Whatever the hell I'm wearing a hospital gown for. I take the chain in my hand as he drops it, closing my fist. There's nowhere I can hide it, and sweat gathers in my hand as I continue holding the chain.
We turn a corner and I step further from him. The guard opens a door, pushing me in. It wasn't a door like the others, it was wood.
I stood in a dark room, unable to see my hand in front of my face. There was a window, but it deemed itself useless.
"I need you to listen very carefully," I feel his hand grip my wrist tightly, a gun cocking.
Cops. Cops? An image flashed through my mind, a boy falling to the ground and cops seizing me into a car. It's almost like tv, and that it's not me. But I know it is, "who are you?" I pull away, but he keeps a tight grip. I pull harder, but it does nothing. "Hey! Stop!"
"SH!" He furiously whispers, clamping a hand over my mouth. He shoves me backward, my back slamming into the wall behind me. "Keep quiet!"
His hand muffles every noice I make, and anything I do, it's pointless. I can't fight against him.
"I need you to do exactly as I say. Can you do that?"
I don't answer, instead, stop moving altogether. Not like it mattered, anyway.
"Well? Can you?"
I nod against his hand. He slowly removes it, releasing me from the wall. I breath carefully, my eyes trained on in his general direction of dark abyss.
"Hold out your hand."
"Why?"
"Do it."
I slowly open my hand without the chain, lifting it. His voice was coming from directly in front of me, but I didn't feel him. His hand grabs my wrist again, holding it still as something cold and heavy is placed in it. The same feel as a gun.
What?
"What- what are you doing?"
"Listen. I'm going to punch you. I need you to fight back, shoot me. Leave, window's unlocked."
Shoot him? Whatever. But....He's... letting me go? I can... I can leave?
"Wait, what-" before I can finish, his fist collides with my jaw.
Hey! So I am only now getting to the climax and that's so annoying. Anyway, I finally figured out for sure how the rest of this is going. Have fun.
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Kidnapped
FanfictionTaken somewhere I'm not sure of, weapons and murder are forced upon me, along with medications that do things one wouldn't dream of. Started: 2/27/21 Finished: 10/14/21