A dark cave loomed, it's mouth open to the elements.
Drip-drip-drip.
The wind howled like a child, desperate and mournful.
Drip-drip-drip.
Icy water collected on the moss-covered stone.
Drip-drip-drip.
It fell in a steady stream of silver droplets.
Drip-drip-drip.
Hulking, outdated machinery sat toward the back of the damp cave, just out of sight.
Drip-drip-drip.
A dime-sized puddle collected on a boxy computer monitor.
Drip-drip-drip.
A whirring came from the monitor, and a red light blinked.
Drip-drip-drip.
A face came onto the screen, pixelated and unclear.
Drip-drip-drip.
The face's lips moved, and it's words were delayed by a fraction of a second.
"HYDRA is dead. Long live LAZARUS."
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III: The Girl Who Ran: Dirty Hands and Dark Hearts
FanfictionPreviously titled "Red Eve". Hopefully her heart would give out soon. That would be wonderful. To finally catch a break from this thing called life........ What is worth living for, anyway? ______ 'HYDRA is dead. Long live LAZARUS!' Who-- or what...