BORN TO DIE. Wade Wilson

02. A Monster

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A MONSTER - CHAPTER TWO.

KATYA was thrown onto a chair, collapsing into the seat. The bag over her head is ripped off, the light the from the room flooding her eyes. It grew bright and overwhelming, the sudden light burning her gaze and causing her head to ache.

She swayed slightly, growing dizzy in her chair. She reached up and touched her nose, feeling warm blood seep from her nostrils. She pulled her fingers away and looked at the wet, shiny crimson that stained her digits.

She frowned and looked around, the person who had removed the bag being nowhere to be seen.

The woman squirmed in her seat, her torso and ankles fastened to the chair. Her eyes began to scan the room, the bright fluorescent lighting still causing her eyes to burn. Her vision ached as her eyes began to water, her surrounding suddenly became overwhelming.

"Oh, lovely!" Said a man's voice. It was loud and cheery despite her conditions, his words coming from behind Katya. He remained out of the woman's view, the girl straining her neck to try and catch a glimpse of him. "You're awake."

Katya continued to squirm where she sat, waiting impatiently to see who it was that spoke to her. Slowly but surely, the man made his way around, stopping before her. He wore a mask and glasses, the reflection in the lenses keeping her from telling who it was.

His voice sounded eerily familiar as he made his way back behind her, taking her wrist and fastening them behind her, making her completely immobile other than her neck. She scowled.

"Who the hell are you?" She shouts, her voice angry. Her heart pounded in her chest, fury collecting in her throat and projecting outward with each word.

"Katya I'm disappointed." He says, shaking his head. He walks back to where he was before, standing In front of the woman. He takes in a breath and removes his mask, glasses following behind moments later. "You can't even recognize your own father."

The scowl on the woman's face falls, emotion draining from her face. Her cheeks drain of color, fear pooling in her eyes. "What are you doing here?" She choked, shaking her head. She found herself laughing nervously, sweat building on the back of her neck. "Why aren't you back in Russia?"

"Your mother sent me here when you ignored the request of becoming something greater." He took off the gloves he wore and set them aside on a small table, the blue latex lying down beside the glasses and mask he had already removed. "We both agree that I was the one who taught you what you know- that I Know your habits. And both agreed that if we wanted to take matters into our own hands without giving you the chance to fight back, it'd have to be me who does it."

Katya's chest begins to rise and fall, panic building within her. She swallows the lump in her throat, words unable to slip past her tongue.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked nervously. She was thirty-two now, but as she watched the man before her, she felt as though she was that small, scared teenage girl all over again.

"Oh I'm not doing anything." He says, shaking his head. A cold smile forms on his lips, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. His expression was eerie, making her stomach uneasy. "I'm going back to Russia."

"What?" She choked.

"Don't worry, you're not coming with me." He said, adjusting his coat.

Katya let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her chest falling as relief filled her.

"Not yet anyway."

Her face falls again, breath hitching. She holds back her breathing again and looks at her father confused, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. "What do you mean 'not yet?" She asked, her voice sounding like more of a mumble than anything else.

"Once you turn," he says, crouching down before her so he was eye level. His brown eyes were cold, inserting fear within her. She grows nervous as a bead of concerned sweat rolls her forehead. "We're taking you back to Russia. You're going to return to what you were raised to do. Whether you like it or not."

She shakes her head. "Sorry old man, not happening."

The man scowls, launching himself forward. Her was now only a couple inches in front of her, his hot, angry breath landing on her face. She looked away, rolling her eyes. "Look at me, you good for nothing brat!" He shouts, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look his way.

She launched her head forward, knocking into his nose. He stumbled back, dumbfounded as he reached up to where she had hit. Blood trickled from his nostrils, making a path down his lip and staining his fingers as they ran along the crimson liquid.

He let out a grumble, fury bubbling in his throat. Anger flashed behind his eyes and he wiped the blood on his coat. He disappeared from the woman's view once again, making his way behind her.

Katya listened quietly as he rummaged through things behind her, waiting patiently for him to return.

"I'm not going back, you know." She said.

"Why?" He asked. He was still out of view, but the girl assumed he didn't bother to look at her as he spoke, too consumed in what he was doing to care. "Because you're a coward."

"I'm not the coward." She hissed. As she spoke, her fingers behind her ventured for a way to escape the restraints. "You are."

The man lets out a booming and chilling laugh. "I'm the coward?" He repeated.

"Both you and my mother." Katya confirmed. "You couldn't even do your own damn dirty work- you made a fucking child do it! My life is wasted because of you! You wonder why I don't want to be associated with you- why I don't want to claim you as my family but I don't understand how you can't see it! You ruined my life- stole my child hood from me and handed me a fucking knife as if it would make up for it."

Her words were filled with anger, tears filled with fury running down her cheeks as she more rapidly searched for an escape. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her emotions wanting so badly to escape after years of hiding behind walls.

"You're a monster!"

"I'm the monster?" Her father asked. After a moment he made his way back in front of Katya, a shine of a needle catching her attention immediately.

He didn't hesitate to sink the needle into her neck, the injection causing her to jump. Pain filled her as the thick liquid was pumped into her veins, her surroundings slowly beginning to slow. She grew tired, eyes becoming heavy. A sting filled her neck as the needle was pulled out.

"I'm not the one with blood on my hands." Her father says.

Everything becomes black.

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I will never hear Bye Bye Bye the same.

The opening of Deadpool and Wolverine will forever live rent free in my head. It's truly a freaking masterpiece.

-Kaitlyn