Loki Laufeyson - The Experiment {1}

Chapter Fifty Four - Hell

WARNING: The following chapter may upset some readers

I managed to get back to my room, with the help of the Soldier, and cleaned up the blood on my nose and mouth. I managed to stay conscious, only because Strucker's warning had unnerved me slightly and I didn't want to be randomly attacked when I was still weak.

I stayed in my room until my grumbling stomach dragged me down to the dining hall, which was completely full of agents. Thankfully as a I grabbed a bowl of steaming, watery strew, the agent who had harassed me the other time wasn't there, and it anything, the other servers kept their distance from me.

I managed to find the Soldier in his usual corner of the dining hall and I slowly walked over to him, sitting opposite him. He had already finished his bowl of soup and was staring at his hands, which he had clenched into a fist in front of him. I kept my eyes down and stomached as much of the soup as I could.

As soon as I set down my sponn in my half eaten bowl of soup, the Soldier finally raised his head, and seeing the movemt out of the corner of my eye, I raised my eyes too. As soon as I met his gaze, he shifted and sat a little straighter. He looked like he wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut. I dropped my gaze and he stood up, stacking his bowl and tray for wash up before disappearing. I slowly stood up and copied him, but didn't follow him out.

When I managed to get through the crowds of agents and back to my room, I saw the same group of young agents in front of the TV again. They spun around as they heard my footsteps and continued to stare at me as I walked to my door. I ignored them and opened up my door, shutting it behind me.

I was about to flick on the lights so I could see better in the darkness when I felt someone pin me against the wall. I immediately kicked out and them straight between the legs, but they already expected my move and dodged it. I tried to reach for the light swtich again so I could see better, but they grabbed my arm and dragged me away. I swung out a leg and hit them in the side, causing them to buckle. I lurched away from them, but they grabbed my leg and pulled me down to the ground, pinning me under them. I struggled under them and light from my semi-parted certains revealed that it was a man I had never seen before, though he looked much more experienced and stronger than any of the other agents I had seen here. Within seconds, he had ripped off my clothes.

What happened like next hurt like hell, probably as bad as some of the wounds I had gotten in training. I was crying and screaming, trying to escape from under the man, but he was too strong. I don't know how long he was there for, but when he eventually left, I was barely consious. I was partically naked but I couldn't move to cover myself, everything hurt and I had no energy. I lay like for goodness knows how long, shaking, crying and bleeding.

At some point, I managed to get into the shower, standing under the steaming hot water forever to try and get any trace of the man off me. I dressed in the loosest clothes I could find, and double checked that everything was locked before I curled myself up tightly under my blankets and cried myself to sleep.

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My days began to fall into a routine, which started off with a freezing cold shower to make me up. Breakfast involved a bowl of cold and clumpy porrige with the Soldier, who finished his meal in three mouthfuls.

After breakfast, the Soldier and I would train until lunch, though it more involved me getting beaten up by the Soldier and disappointing Strucker. I would then sleep through the healing serum as it fixed any wounds from training and wake up just in time for a shower before dinner. After dinner was where my schedule varied slightly, I would either have a mission with the Soldier, or I would walk back up to my room and there would be an agent waiting for me.

I didn't know why Strucker did this to me, but I knew I couldn't fight it if I didn't want a bigger punishment. He never brought it up through the day, but I could see the looks he gave me every now and then. The Soldier never mentioned anything either, but either he didn't want to talk about it, or he didn't know.

I could see the affect the harsh days were having on me though, every time I looked in the mirror I could see myself loosing weight and big black rings were a constant under my eyes. I had started to gain muscle, but not much because of my drop of weight.

I was sitting at dinner one night when the Soldier finally spoke to me. The whole time I had been eating, he had been flicking through the target book both of us. There were many names roughly crossed off in both of ours, during the month or two we had been here, we had successfully taken out around fifteen or twenty agents. There had only been one issue where we had almost been caught, but that just meant an extra kill that night.

"What target are you thinking?" The Soldier asked and I looked over at him, shrugging tiredly. I swallowed another mouthful of my lukewarm soup. He looked back down at his book and flicked through a couple of pages. He eventually stopped and pushed the book towards me, pointing at a name.

"We need a challenge." He said.

"Natasha Romanoff?" I read out the name.

"That's your target." He said. "I will go for Steve Rogers." He reached into the utility belt around his waist and pulled out the little disc, setting it on the table. The hologram appeared and a projection of a red-haired woman appeared. Something about her was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

The Soldier pushed the disc towards me and I quickly scanned over the information under her picture, surprised her had been part of a HYDRA program once. Maybe that was where I had seen her.

"Get changed into your gear." He stood up. "Meet in the garage in ten."