( hi... Um... Here is a warning..... The words in italics are Russian/Sakovian. And there is a lot of angst, and fluff.... So... Enjoy)
"Subject one... What an odd name...
15years of age... You look 5....
A danger to society... I could believe that
A freak? A monster? 100 percent...
Held captive against your will... Stop lying, no one believes you...."
That's what the other kids said when they were promised a better life. After they found out about me. They thought it was a sick joke. They thought I was a clown. They thought I was a stupid fucking kid who liked to fight.
Whatever... They can't talk now... They get killed and die off really easily. Today, was test day. If you live you go to a new camp... If you die or get injured... You die, and/or get shot... That's how these worked.
I've seen thousands of kids younger than me die. I dug there graves. Mabry helped them sleep or the to keep them alive. Not that they want to be. None of us do after a few weeks. But 14 years and you get used to it. You stop feeling the pain. And when you do... You don't show it. You don't show anything but obedience and anger and rage. If you do... Your considered weak. And you also get shot.
We were dragged to a tile and cement room. It was as big at the training room. The second the lady in charge left... Hell broke out. Elephant toothpaste, made with acid shot out of the walls. Killing many kids. Some kids fought to the death.
I tried to save those on the good side. On my side. But you could never be so sure about anyone. Especially the older kids. I was the oldest. And longest surviving. The others were brought in two years ago. Me... I've been doing this shit my whole life... I've been through gas chambers... Bombings.... Fire.... Artificial storms designed to kill.... Gun massacre.... You name it... I've been through it all in 14 years. Some say I'm lucky. Some say I'm a witch... Most say I have powers...
But I am the most unlucky person I've ever met. I'd be glad to die and get done with torcher. Hell would be ten times better than this. I wish I could leave this Hell hole, and live a real life. But I've tried.... And I can't escape... Let alone get these kids to listen to me In a fight.
Some girl was crying. I ran over to her, after I snapped another girls spine. Subject 23... Stupid kid... " go... The Door will open soon, ill distract... You run and Get help. Not the cops.... Some one who will believe you " I muttered in Russian. It was really the only language i knew besides English. She nodded and as soon a I pushed the last other living person in some acid foam, the guards ran in, dragging me into a room just as the girl climbed out a tinted window in the hallway.
The scientists stuck needles in my arms. I thought it was sedated serum...
I was wrong.... A horrible pain filled my whole body, making me want to scream and cry. But I blacked out instead, waking up to yelling , and crashes, and bodys hit the floor. My head still hurt... But at least I could move a little bit. I opened my eyes. A man with blue eyes and blonde hair was beating up a doctor. I managed to look around the room. A man with shoulder length hair,that was a warm, darkish brown color. He had blue eyes that reminded me of the sky. I loved the sky... I haven't seen it in such a long time... I've haven't been outside in almost two years.
I saw the man with pretty eyes pick me up and carry me through the now burning building.
I passed out again, and. With the toxins from the acid still in my system... The pain in my body, I stayed asleep. Maybe I would die here in a bit of peace... For the first time ever...
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Consintration Camps, Subject One ( Bucky Barnes FF )
FanfictionI think the title gives your the gist.But here is a simpler version. A girl was taken from her mother in Sakovia. When she was hardly one. and raised in Consintration Camps controlled by Hydra agents her whole life. every two years. she goes to a kn...
