THE CHAIN, B. Barnes daughter

27. snappy seven

Seven is so fed up with everyone 😭 the fact she wants to beat tf outta Ross is so funny
Sev calling everything ugly is so silly, her vocabulary is so low

SEVEN WAS IN AN UNFAMILIAR ROOM.
Her sobs echoed through the room, her heart pounding with fear and desperation. She continued to sob, her small body trembling as she huddled in the corner. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of her papa, the only source of comfort and security she knew.

"I want my papa!" she screamed again, her voice cracking with the intensity of her emotion. Her kicks became more frantic, striking at the table legs and sending vibrations through the cold, sterile room. Her vision was blurred by tears, but she could see the vague shapes of soldiers standing around her, their faces impassive.

One of the soldiers stepped forward, cautiously holding out a glass of water. "Here, drink this," he said gently, his voice trying to convey calm.

But Seven was far beyond reasoning. She lashed out with a swift, angry motion, knocking the glass out of his hand. It shattered on the floor, the sound sharp and piercing in the silence that followed. "I don't want that ugly water! I want my papa! Where is my papa?" she wailed, her voice breaking into a raw, painful sob.

The soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to handle the distraught girl. Before anyone could attempt another approach, the door to the room opened. A man entered, his presence commanding immediate attention. He showed his badge to the soldiers, his expression stern.

His name was Agent Everett Ross.

"I'm here for the girl," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Seven's eyes widened with fear as she saw the unfamiliar man. She pushed herself further into the corner, her sobs turning into cries of terror. "No! No! I want my papa! I want my papa!" she screamed, her voice hoarse.

Ross approached her slowly, trying to appear less intimidating. "It's going to be okay," he said, though his tone lacked genuine warmth. "We need to take you somewhere safe."

She wanted this weird man to collapse on the floor and die.

But Seven's fear only intensified. She kicked and screamed, her small fists pounding against the floor. The soldiers, unsure of what else to do, moved in to restrain her. "No! No! Don't touch me!" she cried, her voice filled with panic. "If you touch me I will kick you in your stupid face!"

Ross gave a curt nod to the soldiers. "Handcuff her," he ordered.

The soldiers hesitated for a moment before following his command. They moved in quickly, grabbing Seven's arms. She fought against them with every ounce of strength she had, her screams echoing in the room. "Let me go! I want my papa!" she shrieked, tears streaming down her face.

The cold metal of the handcuffs snapped around her wrists, the tightness adding to her distress. She continued to struggle, but the soldiers held her firmly. Ross watched impassively, his expression unreadable.

"Let's go," he said, turning to leave the room.

As they dragged her out, Seven's screams echoed through the hallways, a haunting sound of a child torn from the only safety she knew. "Papa! Papa!" she cried, her voice filled with heartbreak.

But there was no answer, and the sterile walls of the facility swallowed her cries, leaving nothing but an eerie silence in their wake.

AGENT ROSS HAD HIS HANDS ON SEV, guiding her down the hallway. She had recently stopped crying, but her eyes were still red and puffy, and her head hung low in defeat. The handcuffs on her wrists were a constant reminder of her captivity. Each step she took felt heavy, her legs barely supporting her.