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"Whose neck to cut? I don't know. Whose side I'm on?"
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February, 1939 Bavaria, Germany
THE Zeit is what they called her. The Time, as if that made any sense. If she was asked what time of day it was, she wouldn't have an answer. It was not all-world time that she controlled, so it was not possible for her to know information that could only be given by a clock or a watch.
But, once she knew the time, her abilities were far easier to use.
It was why they removed the clocks in the rooms, in the halls, in the experimentation chambers.
She didn't find it necessary. There was no reason for her to escape unless her father desired her to, and her father had not expressed a displeasure towards the way they treated her. The organization, HYDRA, was riddled with monsters disguised as mortals, but they worked harmoniously together. There was no need for the monsters to target mortals who were aiding them, after all.
And her father was pleased by the sight.
Her day (or night?) started like this:
She would wake to the sound of fists banging on the door to her cell. There was only one lock that two people had the key to—Dr. Dietrich and Herr Schmidt. That lock would turn and she would press herself into the farthest corner of the room, hidden underneath a pile of blankets that served as both a mattress and a cover.
Her fear usually outwon her logic and she was often scolded or punished by whoever stood behind the door.
If Dr. Dietrich took her out to experiment with her abilities, then she knew her day would be easy. He conversed with her consistently about her strengths and weaknesses, finding loopholes and contingency plans, just in case she ran out of stamina. He put her through rigorous combat training, escorted her to lunch, allowed the medical technicians to take her blood samples, escorted her to dinner, then left her alone in her holding cell.
If Herr Schmidt took her out to experiment with her abilities, then she knew her day would be difficult. He informed her of new regulations and forced her to memorize each and every one. Any mistake that was made often ended with her beaten and bruised. Herr Schmidt was impossibly strong and she couldn't quite understand why. He did not train her like Dr. Dietrich did—not with her physical status.
