Hail Hydra

Chapter Eight

Numbers POV

The group closes in and surrounds me, all in full gear with fully automated guns. I look at their black face shields and see a picture of myself reflected back, I can do this.  They take a step closer like a dark impending doom. I almost feel suffocated. I can do this. I have to. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Arya running with Daniel, "run." I mouth before turning my attention back to the guards in front of me. They begin to close in, forcing me to my knees in surrender. Putting me in a position of weakness. Another car pulls up, and out steps an immaculate man with haunting eyes, and an infernal stare that could easily pierce your soul. His eyes scan over me, judging me. I feel a burning hot shame, and the pain that every scar ensued returns. Every scar he put there, through his sick training and experiments. Not even all of it had to be by his hand.

He walks up to me and tips up my chin. Quickly I wipe my face of any emotion, matching his soulless state with one of my own. "Where are the rest?" he asks in a quick snapped German accent. I feel chills run down my spine and want to run.

I bow my head pretending to be disappointed by this development, "They escaped father, I am sorry." He begins to squeeze my chin painfully, and I can already feel the bruising from underneath his fingertips.

"I think you are lying," he says, spitting the words at me with malice. The terrifying part is he never once raises his voice. He is always eerily calm.

"Maybe" I smile when I see the car speed off, and grab his arm flipping him to the ground. He groans, and my heart swells with a small victory. He isn't so strong without his "pet" now is he? The armed men close in around me, and my smile grows.

"Are you all sure you want to continue with this course of action?" I taunt looking down, and placing my foot on my father's chest. I hope they stand down, but if they don't then this will be my last job. After this I am free. No more killing, and I can be who I want to.

None of them speak. "Fine but don't say I didn't warn you".

I charge the first, and he raises his gun to shoot, I grab the front and spin into his chest and then force the gun from his arms hitting him in the head with the butt of it.

As he begins to fall I walk behind him and grab him under the armpits and throw him at the man who is currently aiming at me. They both tumble to the ground, and I laugh.

I hold the gun in my hand, then drop it. Sure I can shoot, but it isn't as fun. Death by a gun is quick, and painless. They don't deserve painless. Quickly I pull out my daggers as three more men charge me, I throw the first knife landing it directly in his heart. He stops and falls to the ground, scarlet red blood running from his chest merging with the color of his dark black armor. He takes a few labored breaths, moving like a desperate fish then stops. The next lands in the second man's right eye and he falls down screaming, like a child. The third sees the first two fall, holds up his hands and lays down on the ground complacently. He seems to be the only smart one here.

There are five men left, and they all take one knee and begin to fire at me. I watch the bullets whizz past me, when I feel the searing sensation of two bullets in my side. I grit my teeth together, as my eyes turn an ominous blue. The men's shoulders tense, and I see their fingers wrap around the trigger once more but they don't pull it. One by one they lower to the ground, in terrible pain. One takes longer than the rest, and I almost admire his strength. Almost. I walk over, and pick up the first, and whisper in his ear.

"It will be alright now" I then wrap my arms around his neck, and quickly snap it while he struggles against me.

I make eye contact with Whitehall when someone runs from behind me and jumps on my back putting me into a chokehold. They then raise a cold barrel to my temple.