𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.
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Beverly experiences a flood of memories when she is under cryo. Every sensation from her past - touch, smell, tear, kiss, and emotion-resurfaces in exactly the same form. S...
The room is silent as I stand, waiting for the guards. Dreykov told me previously that I was needed in the training room, so I followed his orders. I've been standing in the middle of the room for a few minutes now, and I don't have a good feeling about any of this. The once comforting silence has turned eery, making me paranoid.
Finally, a guard enters the room. He comes in without any guns, knives, or weapons. Which is strange, considering how vicious they are and the fact that we are in the training room. he stands in front of me, pulling his arm from behind his back. In his palm, lies a blindfold. Without any words exchanged, he nods his head down to his hand, gesturing for me to take the blindfold. I hesitantly do so, trying it behind my head once it covers my eyes. I hear a happy grunt from the guard that I correctly followed his orders.
With my other senses heightened, I can hear the noise of the door opening and loud and heavy footsteps coming closer to my body. Small chatter surrounds me, sounding like a bunch of women's voices. They talk about what they see in front of them, a lot of 'oh my god's and gasps.
Nerves quickly build up in my stomach, swarming in the very bottom and slowly rising. It feels like bile climbing my throat, but I bite it down. I swallow all my fears, putting on the best brave face that I can. All the noise quickly halts, the guard shushing everyone around me.
"Create a circle around her, and don't let her out of it." He instructs.
Shuffling around me occurs, the whispering still happening as they do. The noises circle me as the girls follow the orders without hesitation. I pray inside my head for my safety, not knowing what is about to happen. The whispering stops suddenly, the silence making hairs crawl up my arms.
"Someone also in a blindfold will be here soon, Morana. You will have to fight them until one of you makes it out alive." He orders.
"What! No!" I refuse.
"There is no choice here, Morana. Either you kill them, or they kill you."
Pain sources through my back as I am kicked to the ground, my body flying across the floor. I groan as I hit my chin on the concrete, slamming my top teeth into my tongue. Footsteps quickly run in front of me, stopping by my head. I slowly stand up, pushing the pain to the back of my mind.
Suddenly, I get punched in my face, my head swinging backwards. I swiftly recover, placing my hands in front of my face to protect myself. They try again to hit me, but with my protection, they hit the fleshy part of my arm. I hear the air swinging as they attempt to raise their hand again, but this time, I elbow them in what I assume is the chest. My assumption was right when I hear the wind being knocked out of their lungs. The noise sounds like it came from a woman, but her voice is a little groggy.
The opponent groans in frustration, running towards me. I bend down, my arms reaching out. When their legs come into contact with my hands, I slam them onto their back, the sound of bones cracking with how harshly I shoved. They begin swinging their arms around, occasionally hitting me in the chest. I grab both of the arms, shoving them above their head. With one hand holding the wrists, I use my other to begin violently punching their face.
They begin crying out in pain, and the sound brings a crawling feeling into my bones. It sounds familiar, but with what I have been through, I've heard a lot of crying and pleading for life. I've even heard it from my own lips. Yet, one sentence stays in my mind as I act.
Either you kill them, or they kill you.
Using the last of all my energy, I push fire to my fingertips, touching their chest. They scream out in agony as fire storms the inside of their body, burning their insides. It was the fastest death I could think of in a short amount of time. Their cries ring in my ears, bringing tears to the edge of my eyes. The blindfold collects moisture, sticking to my skin.
The scream halts suddenly, making me abruptly stop all my actions. I lean back off the body, feeling the heat through their skin. Yet, when I grab the wrist, I don't feel any heartbeat. I lean my head onto their chest with my ear pressed to the skin, and I still don't hear any heart beating.
I've killed them.
With no one telling me what to do next, I lift the blindfold from my eyes, having to adjust to the sudden brightness around me. Without another thought, I look around me, seeing all the girls have created a circle around me, their shoulders touching each other as they create a barrier for me. I drop my head, looking down at the dead body under me. My hand flies to my mouth, covering my cries. Blood is stained on my knuckles, and splurts are on the concrete floor. The tears begin to trickle down my cheeks, falling onto the body.
Her dead body.
Peggy's dead body.
My cries are muffled by my hands until I place both of my palms on her face, pulling her into my lap. I rock her body with mine, my lips constantly kissing her forehead. Her eyes are in a constant feared expression, now frozen in time. My tears add to her sweaty forehead, mixing with the moisture. Her blood is all over her face, permanently stained. Because I killed her. I murdered my best friend. She was the one to teach me how to fight, and I used it all against her.
I look up from her body, scanning the room for help. My instincts kick in, trying to find a way to bring her back to life. But, no matter how hard I can try, I know she's gone. In the circle, stands Natasha, looking pitifully at me. She shakes her head at me, answering the question in my head. But, she's wrong. I know she's wrong. This is all my fault.
Guards begin pushing through the circle, getting towards me and Peggy. They begin pulling her body away from me, but I kick and push them away from me, holding onto her body. I scream for them to stay back, and to let me hold her, but they don't listen. One of them, elbows me on the side of my head, knocking my hold for a few seconds. With that window now open, they begin dragging her body away from me. I start crawling towards her again, but someone grabs my arm, pushing a needle into the skin and letting out all the liquid.
It quickly takes effect on me, making all my actions slow down. I push through the numbness, still trying to get towards Peggy. But, they are too fast for me, dragging her through the door and down the hallway. I flip my body onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. A guard stands above me, smirking down at me. My eyes become too heavy to keep open, my consciousness slowly slipping away from me. With my last breaths, I beg them for one last wish.
