Crimson Ballerina

"Um...grilled cheese?"

Baylor's Point of View
Cold and wet. That is how young Baylor felt as she ran through the dark woods not daring to look back. It was late January, the twenty-sixth to be exact. The skies cried down on her mixing with the tears on her face.

She had been running for hours. She guessed about seven by now. Stopping only to catch her breath. Otherwise she was always moving. Putting as much distance between her and the men with guns as possible.

Finally she found a small formation of rocks probably two feet cubed but that was enough for her. She crawled in and curled up in a little ball; falling asleep in less than a minute.

Gun shots.

Baylor bolted upright almost hitting her head on the top rock. They started off to her left but suddenly the sound surrounded her. She sat there willing for the banging to go away but it didn't. She sat there covering her ears for hours.

The little five year old started having flashbacks of the day before. They were all traumatizing.

The men showing up. Her mother telling her she loved her and telling her to run while she heard her father trying to fend off the men.

"Why can't you come mommy?" She asked her mother.

"It's safer if you go alone. They aren't after you," her mother whispered back.

Baylor hugged her mom. "I love you."

"I love you too. Now go. Run to the woods. Don't look back don't stop until you are far, far away."

She nodded and climbed out the window looking back one last time at her mother blowing her a kiss. Then she ran for her life. But being a seven year old means your steps are tiny so she wasn't far enough away and heard her mother cries for mercy before bullets were fired. The girl continued running, tears streaming down her face.

Now the firing had stopped and she was brought back to reality. She peaked out very slowly and saw a man lying dead on the ground; another man stood over him. Her hand landed on a stick and broke it. She ran for the cover of her mini cave but she wasn't quick enough. Something grabbed her shirt.

Bucky's Point of View
Bucky had been working for HYDRA for quite a while now. Not remembering his life from before until now. For some reason, the last dose of their brainwashing serum wasn't working correctly. He kept getting flashbacks of his life before HYDRA.

He had a mission to focus on though. He had to kill Greg and Kirsten Pierce. He got to their house with his team at around three o' clock. They busted down the door and he thought he heard a muffled scream but before he could react Greg was in front of him. They killed Greg after about thirty seconds of listening to him tell them his wife wasn't there. Of course Bucky didn't believe him though. They searched downstairs and then went upstairs. Kirsten was hiding behind a plant in what was clearly her bedroom.

"Stupid move doll," he comented before pulling her out from her not so secret hiding place.

She whimpered and begged for mercy before Bucky told them to shoot her. She screamed before falling lifelessly to the ground. Just then Bucky got a flashback of being captured by HYDRA.

What have they done to me? I...I am Bucky Barnes. Not their soldier. He thought after another flashback.

He acted faster than he ever thought he could. He took out each of the agents and then ran to the woods he had seen behind the house. He ran for hours before sitting under a tree and falling asleep.

He awoke in the early hours of dawn. The birds were singing their morning songs. He continued a bit farther into the forest before hearing a single bird call. It sounded like a warning. He took out his gun walking in a small, slow circle.