No Tears | NR

Chapter 28

TW: violence (torture)

Oświęcim, Poland

Yara barely had enough energy to sit and keep her head up. Standing up seemed like an impossible task. The last time that she had tried to get up onto her feet, she almost passed out and her legs had given in underneath her. She had slumped back onto the hard floor and hit her head painfully. Part of that was due to the fact that she hadn't slept in what felt like ages and she barely ate anything.

Yara sat on the floor, leaning against a wall. She stared into the air with blank eyes.

"Go away, please!", she begged with a hoarse voice.

A woman with dark, almost black hair stood across from her and looked down at her. Yara turned her head to lock eyes with the woman for a brief moment before she averted her gaze again. The woman looked familiar.

She carried a striking resemblance to someone that Yara used to know, someone she grew up with. And at the same time, those two people couldn't be more different. That different look, however, was a familiar one too.

While the former person that Yara felt reminded of when she first laid eyes on the woman in front of her, mostly brought up good memories, the second one brought up something completely opposite and much darker. It reminded her of several other people that Yara had encountered throughout her life, none of which the brunette liked to remember.

Yara couldn't bring herself to look at the woman that was her sister. It hurt her in a way that nothing else could. It wasn't as much the fact that she was dead that disturbed her but rather her features.

This creature in front of Yara sported a wicked grin and had a set of piercing, brown eyes that made Yara's skin crawl. The brunette remembered those eyes to be warm. They used to make her feel a sense of comfort when nothing else could. But now, they terrified her. These eyes were cold and dead. She had seen eyes like these before on those people who had caught her and so many other people, dragged them here, and experimented on them many years ago, and now she saw them again on Griebel. They were always the same: cold, emotionless, and terrifying.

Yara felt the woman's eyes on her and forced herself to stop shivering. "Go! Go away!", she exclaimed with urgency and desperation laced in her voice.

The creature just snickered and didn't move. "Why? You wanna be alone? But wait, you are alone! Nobody knows who you are. Nobody knows where you are. Nobody is looking for you. And why should they? You're a monster. And an immortal one at that. You are a danger to -"

At this point, Yara covered her ears with her hands and closed her eyes in the hopes that she would never have to see that grotesque copy of her sister ever again. She couldn't take it anymore. That unnaturally high-pitched voice was bad enough in itself, but the things it said were even worse. Not just, because it was meant to be hurtful, but also, because it voiced Yara's own thoughts and fears.

Yes, she had finally started to let someone in and get closer to her, but even Natasha barely knew anything about her. That was part of the reason why there was no way that the Avenger could know where she was. The same was true for Yelena. Other than them, there was really nobody else who knew about her let alone where she was.

And, although Yara was sure that Natasha might be looking for her, there was really no way that she would ever be able to find the brunette. Sooner or later, the Avenger would get other commitments that will be more important than finding a mysterious woman that she has only known for two months.

Then there was of course also the issue regarding whether she should be found. She was the perfect assassin: she could kill without ever getting killed, or at least not permanently. She could do missions that nobody else was able to do. Yara had hurt and killed more people than she had kept count of and if Natasha wouldn't have stopped her in Canada, two more would have been added to that list.