The Ends Of The Earth

chapter three- room 506

Room 506   

Liza was on a new schedule. She trained all day for hours on end with no breaks. Then she was to return to her cell and wait for the cycle to begin again.

It wasn't much of a schedule but it was new to her. She still goes on her missions but she trains while she's at the base. She has to train for atleast ten hours a day, strict orders from her main handler.

Liza had been given the new name of "reaper". That's what the public is calling her. Nobody has seen her and she never let's anyone get close enough to see her. The people that do believe in her are absolutely terrified of her and for a very good reason.

Liza has little remorse for her actions because she can't feel anything. And she can't feel anything because of the many times her memories have been removed and her brain has been electrocuted.

Some people believe she's just a made up story but a slim amount of people have seen her in action. They had been in the way of her mission and ran away or she had to physically move them herself.

Liza was in the training room per usual. She was putting in her ten hours a day. Liza or now known as reaper was fighting with one of the agents.

Liza and the agent stared at each other as they walked circles around each other. They were looking for each other's weaknesses all while assessing the other's strengths. Like the agent for example, he favors his left hand over his right. That was his weakness. He left his right side unprotected.

Liza's main handler Alexander watched from the side. His hand rested on his chin and held an intense stare on the scene in front of him. The agent made the first move punching at what he thought was a weak spot but had actually been a trap.

She dodged it easily turning to the side and grabbing his arm. Liza held one hand on his wrist and the other above his elbow. She snapped his arm like a twig with barely any effort. A gut wrenching snap echoed through the room followed closely by the screams of the agent.

Liza's handler smirked proudly at his weapon and stood from his position off the wall. He walked over towards the two on the mat. Liza threw the hydra agent to the floor and straightened her back leaving her hands to stay by her side.

"впечатляющий, солдат"
(impressive, soldier). Liza glared blankly at Alexander not moving an inch out of fear of punishment. "теперь убей его" (now kill him) Liza's handler ordered. She nodded obediently and walked over to the whimpering agent on the floor. Liza bent down and put both of her hands on his head.

She then twisted his head and a snap was heard throughout the room. It was a sick sound but Liza didn't flinch having dealt with the terrible sound on many occasions.

She stood up from her position and stared blankly at the dead man infront of her. She couldn't feel anything which made her angry. She wanted to feel something. Sadness, disguest, anger, she didn't care what emotion it was she just wanted to feel it. She wanted to feel anything but she couldn't.

The only thing she felt was the need to obey and murderous tendencies Sometimes she felt a little glad that she couldn't feel anything. That she couldn't feel the guilt or the remorse but soon the not feeling would come to an end. She would break free of hydra but she'd have to face her guilt. And guilt is a bitch.

"солдат?" (Soldier?). Her handler asked. She snapped her head over in his direction. "готов подчиниться" (ready to comply). Her monotone voice replied. The response had been forced into her head, branded more like.

"I have a new mission for you" Liza sat down in the chair opposite of her handler and watched intently ready to start her mission and get it over with. "We need you to kill her" Alexander slid over a picture of a women. She was taller than Liza and had dark raven black hair. She had hazel eyes with a mix of green in them and had a look of determination on her face. The women was dressed in a uniform. Liza recognized that uniform to be a sheild uniform.