Misery and Destruction

VI

HYDRA Base, Sokovia- 1955

After a year of working on the serum, Meyer had finally completed it. He informed Zola whom in which gave a sly grin in return. They immediately awoke the assets from their cryogenic stasis. Number 13 and Number 25 took a while to wake up and acknowledge their surroundings. Their eyes landed on Zola and Meyer which alerted them to stand up straight with their heads held high.

"Good afternoon Number 13 and Number 25. I am going to inject you with a serum that will remind you of all the pain and suffering that you have been through. If you ever misbehave in the future, you will receive this as a punishment." Zola informed them with a threatening smile before he and Meyer injected the serum into the two experiments.

Immediately, both of the assassins passed out onto the floor. They remained still with only tears streaming down their cheeks. It looked as though they were crying in their sleep due to a nightmare that they were living through. Which of course is exactly what they were going through. They could feel all the pain and torture which they had endured in their 4 years of living. Number 25 relived every moment of evil which she had committed and Number 13 relived and felt every ounce of suffering he went through in those two years in the cells.

"They won't wake up for an hour. If we ever have to knock them out, we will have to use these. Normal drugs won't work on them as we found out two years ago." Meyer concluded to Zola.

"Make sure you have written the formula for this serum down and ensure all soldiers carry it in vials each at all times in case of any emergencies. This will give us further control of them." Zola informed Meyer who began to take notes. "They will continue to train for another 6 months before we transfer them to the base in Siberia where they will become apart of the Winter Soldier programme. The three of them will become the fists of HYDRA. They will train together as much as possible and they will work together. The Winter Soldier will be the face that people see. The other two will remain in the shadows causing misery and destruction from there. Nishcheta will be the name of the female and Razrusheniye will be the name of the male."

"What is the meaning behind their names?" Meyer questioned looking up from the notebook he had been writing in.

Zola turned to him with a smirk. "Nishcheta means misery and Razrusheniye means destruction in Russian. Now get all of that done and make sure they begin training as soon as they wake up with one of their old trainers." Zola turned on his heels and walked out of the room.

"Yes sir." Meyer replied with. He looked over at the two crying assets before exiting to get the jobs done.

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"Begin." The instructor commanded the two as they ran at each other before getting into a fight. The fight was a stalemate before it even started as they both had the same strength and techniques. They both threw precise punches and kicks to each other as well as dodging out of the way of incoming ones. They never got tired so continued to fight until they were instructed otherwise. "Take out knives and continue."

The weapons however was a different story. They were both skilled in every weapon handed to them but everyone always had a favourite weapon. For Nishcheta, it was her knives. She loved the way it would leave her victim in torture before they died of the blood loss. She loved the way it would flip in her hands. She loved the way it would sore through the air hitting her aimed target perfectly. Razrusheniye loved his guns. Hand him any gun and he would shoot his target perfectly without any misses. He loved the way it gave a clean kill. He loved the way it would recoil in his hands indicating a kill.

Already knowing who was going to win this fight, the instructor turned and walked towards their books. Each of them had a book containing a journal of what they had done that day. This was read by Zola so he could continue to see how well his assets were doing in training, education and life skills. They would always have to carry their own books everywhere during the day and hand it to whoever was teaching them at the time. They would then have to give it to Zola before going to bed and receive it back from him in the morning before heading to their first lesson.