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A car loud horn and bright blinking headlights woke Dahlia up in the dead of the night.

The shining car lights were absolutely blinding in the pitch black of the night.

Dahlia put her arm up to block the light from her eyes. A shadow came over her face to restore her eyesight that had been so violently stripped away from her.

The blaring car alarm was still going off and seemed to be penetration her eardrums.

Dahlia quietly got out of bed to go see what even caused the car to go off the rails in the first place.

She quietly opened the creaky, old door, looking out into the dark city.

Nothing.

There was absolutely nothing in sight, just the chill of the silence and the static noise of the flickering street lights.

She took a few steps backwards, into the old abandoned building and closed the door, continuing looking out the foggy glass door.

She heard a faint thump behind her. It sounded like someone tapped on the wall in the next room.

She quickly turned around and saw nothing, but it didn't satisfy her.

She walked quickly to the room where Natasha and Yelena were staying but stopped outside the door.

She put her ear to the door and listened, but she didn't hear anything.

She slowly put her hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly.

When it opened, Dahlia felt her eyes widen and her jaw lock as she stared at the gun pointed directly at Natasha's head.

She froze in her place in the doorway.

Yelena was tied up on the ground, her arms and legs tied tightly with the same rope that was wrapped around her mouth like a gag to keep her from calling for help.

The blonde was also sporting a black eye and bloody nose.

Natasha stood quietly, next to Dreykov's favorite weapon, the taskmaster, as she pointed a gun at her head.

Nat didn't speak or move under the threats that if she did, her sister would be murdered right in front of her.

Dahlia's chest tightened as she watched her worst nightmare begin to play out.

"Glad you could finally join us" the taskmaster said in her electronic voice, through the cold, dark, almost skull-like mask.

Yelena grunted, trying to get her arms and legs free but was unable.

"Quiet!" The taskmaster yelled, flipping the gun in her hands and hitting Yelena with the butt of it right in the face.

"Lena," Natasha said in worry, taking a step closer to her sister out of instinct.

Before she could even take another step, the gun was reloaded and pointed it directly at Yelena's bloody face.

Natasha stopped in her tracks immediately, not wanting her sister to be in the line of fire.

"See, I don't want to kill her..." the mercenary said, looking at Natasha.

"...I want to kill you instead but I will shoot her if you don't listen," she said coldly pointing the gun loosely from Yelena to Natasha.

"Don't-" Dahlia said, stepping forward, worried someone was about to be shot.

Without any hesitation, the taskmaster sharply pushed the gun up against Natasha's head saying,