SINNER // Bucky Barnes fanfiction

O N E // "where is he?"

'𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕'

There was nothing she loved more than the bitter metallic smell of fresh blood. Watching it trickle down the body of a victim onto the floor below was like watching the ballet for her, their screams were her Beethoven and Mozart. Sometimes she would imagine previous kills as she got herself off, them bringing her to another level of satisfaction.

The thrill she got from the kill was more intense than the high of all the worlds drugs, and she sought endlessly after it. There was only one thing that brought her more pleasure than murder, rather a who. But he was long gone, and someone she was desperate to find after almost two years apart.

She had killed her first victim at the ripe age of 16, and now eight years later It was second nature to her. Cleo had become a contracted killer at eighteen and had amassed a kill count of over 300 whilst with her last organisation. At this point, she could probably stalk then kill a man, clean up the scene and dispose of the body, all without batting an eyelid.

So, as Cleo stood there, staring at the middle-aged man who's recently severed index finger she had in her hand, she was less than fazed. The slowly growing pool of red was gathering below the metal chair, stationed in the middle of the concrete room, that he was sat on. Correction: chained to.

She had expected her old boss to be more difficult to abduct given all his highly trained security but turns out that they are easy to kill when they are too distracted by a pretty girl with pretty tits. Men are predictable, especially in this line of work. They never fail to underestimate a woman, which is why they are dead instead of her.

As she inspected the fingernail on his digit, not impressed by his lack of grooming, she slowly approached him. Her knee-high boots clicked as she took each step, creating an ominous atmosphere in the otherwise silent room.

"For each time I have to ask, I'll take another finger" she whispered as she bent down, finally reaching his ear. She licked up his ear teasingly "understood?". She than placed his already severed finger in his lap, as a warning of sorts. Taking a step back, Cleo grabbed her knife with the serpent carved into the handle and began twirling it between her fingers. Staring into his empty eyes, she asked "where is he?".

After taking a shaky breath -and placing a smug smirk on his face- he replied, "I'm not telling you, you psychotic bitch! There's a reason I wanted you off the team", evoking a manic chuckle from her red painted lips.

Before he could even blink, she reached forward, cutting off his middle finger in one swift motion. A blood curdling scream filled the room as she watched drops of sweat roll down his forehead. "I wasn't joking about cutting more fingers off".

Sauntering back over to him, she sat straddling his lap. "No, this is why you took me off the team isn't it Mr pierce, or should I say sir" she whispered, voice dripping in fake flirtation. "you hated the relationship I had with my partner, and wanted me all to yourself, huh?". Raising the knife, she traced it along his jaw, nipping him slightly with it so that a single drop of blood was left on the tip of it. She got up slowly, licking the droplet of blood off the edge of the blade, eyes focusing back into a death glare.

"I'll ask again, where. Is. He?" she hissed at him. The whimpering man shook his head, trying to stand his ground. So, she cut off the next finger along. His yelp echoed off the concrete walls, making Cleo endlessly thankful that she had had her torture chamber soundproofed, because someone hearing his screams would have been incredibly inconvenient.

"I can do this all day" she smirked, as she bent down to pick the ring up which had rolled off his finger that was lying on the floor. After wiping the blood off, she looked at the silver ring, which had the infamous octopus emblem engraved along the inside, placing it in her pocket.

He looked up, fear filling his eyes, as even more blood oozed from his right hand.

"who? Who are you trying to find?" he cried, causing her tut.

"You know exactly who I am looking for, Mr Pierce". Eyes still fixated on his, she shrugged off her red leather coat, placing it on the workbench at the back of the room. Whilst there she picked up her black gun, putting it in the holster located on her thigh.

"it's such a shame your cock is so small, or I may have given you a chance back then. But you and your little shrimp dick wouldn't have satisfied me the way he did, could they?" She said as she ran the knife softly down the valley of her breasts, over her shirt. "That's why you took me off the team isn't Alex!" she yelled, growing irritated in this vile man's presence.

"I'm getting terribly bored, so I think I'm going to speed this up", she said as she cocked her gun. Slowly, she walked around the chair, stopping when she was behind him. When he felt the barrel of the gun press against the back of his head, his breath hitched.

"Alex, where is he?" she all but whispered in his ear.

He didn't answer, so she pushed the gun harder into the back of his skull.

Quickly he exclaimed, "Barnes is in Bulgaria!".

A smirk appeared on her lips, glad to finally have the location of her ex-partner. "perfect" she said as she pulled the trigger. Causing crimson drops of blood to splatter across her cheek, which she swiped off with her index finger. She then brought the blood to her mouth and slowly licked her finger clean , humming in satisfaction afterwards. 

"well, that was fun" she proclaimed to herself, as she began to dismember the body (cutting it into small parts), ready for disposal. She hated this bit, it took hours and it always made her think of him.

  Her bucky.

Who would make her laugh until her stomach hurt, and would then finish the job when she got bored. Being a murderer was much more fun when you had a partner. 

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A short one, just an introduction to our badass main character.

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