Project 1940S

Chapter 15

I groaned as I became aware of my surroundings. I hadn't even been awake for five seconds and my head was already pounding, which meant I was in for a shit day. My body felt weird and awkward. There was a raw feeling in my throat like I hadn't drunk water in days. 

"There she is." A completely different voice from the one that had nabbed me sang softly. I opened my eyes to see a middle-aged man standing there. 

I was sitting on the stone floor of a dungeon, my wrists and ankles in chains. "Kinky." I mumbled sleepily, still trying to come around. Chloroform overdoses were dangerous and they had used twice the amount to knock me out faster. I hoped I wasn't in danger of dying from a stupid overdose. 

"I have some questions for you." the man said, sitting on the stool that had been placed in my 'room.' He had sandy brown hair that was cropped neatly like a military cut. His eyes were a dark blue and he had a mustache, but his beard was neatly shaved. 

"Can I wake up first?" I mumbled, lifting my hand up slowly to touch my forehead. "And water?" 

"I can promise you Miss Silvertongue, a headache will be the least of your problems if you don't answer my questions correctly." He swore. 

I sighed, blinking a few times. Everything still hurt, but I figured if my headache was the least my pain was going to be at, I should pain attention. 

"It's your first year at college?" 

"Yes." I mumbled. 

"And your roommates?" 

"Yes." 

"Clementine?" 

"Yes." 

"And where is she staying right now?" 

"I'm not sure. She said she was staying at Sams' but I've never met him and I don't know where he lives." It wasn't that much of a lie. It was what I had told Donavan and Brock at least. And I didn't know where Professor Wilson lived. 

"Do you thinks she's at Sam Wilsons' house?" 

I frowned since I don't think I was supposed to recognize my Professors' full name so easily. 

The man sighed impatiently. "Professor Wilson." 

"Why would she be there?" I muttered. "She's not exactly the type to stay at a Professors' house." 

"No, that's you, isn't it?" His lip curled into a cruel smirk as my cheeks blushed a dull pink. "You know who I am?" 

"No, am I supposed to?" I jested. 

"Name is John Garrett the second." He said, another smirk crossing his face. "I believe you've met my son?" 

I waited for his son to enter the room like in those fanfictions or movies, but no one came. "Yes, where is he?" 

"Unfortunately, he has a sensitive constitute. He refuses to take part with us. So, I had to disown him." The man shrugged. 

Suddenly the words between John and Brock were starting to make sense. But if that was so. . . did that mean Rumlow was also. . . well part of whoever had kidnapped me. 

"Who are you?" I asked roughly. 

"I just told you, I'm John Garrett the second." 

I huffed. "No, your organization. Or is this some personal vendetta against your son for being somewhat friends with him?" 

"Oh, I'm sure you've heard of us at some point. We're H.Y.D.R.A." 

Well fuck. 

"And, I think you can help us Miss Silvertongue." The man said, standing, grabbing a file and opening it, fishing out two photos. "You recognize these two men I'm sure?"