Audrey's life ended when HYDRA took her due to an accident. Or rather abductees.
She didn't know anyone there, or so she thought. Because the brown-haired man, also known as the 'Winter Soldier', looked ominously familiar to her.
Audrey was known...
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x Prologue x
I couldn't feel my body. In fact, I couldn't feel anything. The snow around me numbed my body. I lay there. Alone in the forest and hiding. Like a coward. The only thing I could do at the moment was to be quiet. Hoping they don't find me. just like they found my friends. Anna told me to run and hide. So I did. And I had probably been lying there in the forest for two hours.
Maybe, I thought, the bad men were gone. And I could go home again. To my mother and play, have fun. At least that's what I thought. Because after a while I started to hear heavy footsteps in the snow. Like metal on ice.
I quickly jumped behind a tree... I held my cuddly toy in my arms. clutched it. Like it would save me. like it would save my life. But that was a mistake. An iron hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. When I looked up in shock, I saw a hooded face. Long brown hair covered his ears and his eyes... like a protective wall that he had built himself.
I slowly tilted my head to the side to take a closer look. But everything I saw was covered by a black mask.
Only then did I slowly feel my lower lip trembling. felt my legs hurt... and my lungs hurt when I breathed. I slowly dropped my cuddly toy. I dropped it into the cold snow below me. I heard shots and screams. They shouted something... in Russian. not in German, which is why I didn't understand anything about it. The iron grip on my shoulder tightened as he spun me around to face the shots.
I fought against him with my hands and feet, but all he needed to push me forward in a controlled manner was this ice-cold, iron hand on my shoulder.
Tears formed in my eyes as I saw our burning house, which seemed to be slowly collapsing. Everything happened so slowly... in slow motion, you might think. The slow steps towards the many shots, the loud noises and the evil men. Many, many bad men...
I cried and screamed... but it's all of no use to me. Because deep down I knew it would probably be over now. Everything I knew would be gone now.
I didn't know where my friends were. where my mother was, or my father... although he was probably safe, because my parents lived separately. I lived with my mother. The emphasis was on 'lived', this would no longer be the case.
Blood stuck to the charred house wall. Blood whose owner I couldn't identify. How? I saw blood, but no bodies. Nowhere. It was like a movie. The kind of movie your mother warns you about because otherwise you won't be able to sleep.
And then I saw her. The large vans in which my friends were also brought. They were brought in there in rows. I knew that because that was the only thing I saw before I ran into the forest to hide.
There were a lot of big, black vans. A lot fit in there. Lots of children especially. The ice-cold man behind me pushed me towards another, skinny, man with ugly glasses. He leaned down to me and examined my face.
I was ice cold and pale. my lips were all red and swollen from the snow...
The tall man in front of me grabbed my cheeks and looked at my face from close up. I could smell his stinking breath...
The ugly man nodded to him briefly and pointed to a transporter that was standing a little off to the side. he was smaller and not as noticeable as the others.
The shadows of the night protected the black cars as they began to drive away. I heard screaming and banging in that car, and immediately I knew that my mother was probably in there, as well as my friends.
The small van pulled up and stopped right in front of us. The back door opened and I caught a glimpse of the almost empty, dark room. But then I saw a small red stamp on the outside of the car. A skull with many curved characters.
Red... a beautiful color.
My green eyes shot to the man behind me, only to notice that he briefly grabbed my arms and lifted me into the small van.
As soon as I was in there I looked back at the two men who were talking in Russian. I only understood one word; Soldier.
Okay... I thought.
Then they slowly closed the door. Suddenly everything happened again in slow motion. Like a dream, even if it was a very bad one. The only thing that didn't escape my cool gaze was the ice-cold man standing there, probably staring at me through his black mask.
As the door closed completely I suddenly heard a noise behind me. Nine other girls looked at me with deep sadness. Everyone had blood splatters on their faces, looked like they were in thought...
And since it felt like scales from my eyes... My mother wouldn't wait for me. She would never wrap her warm arms around me or bake me anything again. Never again.
I briefly gasped when one of the girls grabbed my arm and dragged me towards hers. Together we were able to warm each other... and hold and give strength.
It took hours until the car came to a stop and the large door was pushed open. They greeted us with weapons, ordered us to get out and line up.
The others were crying loudly and screaming for their mother while I just stood there and did nothing except look at a certain spot. My friends were in heaven. My mother was in heaven. And the only one who could miss me was my dad.
Everything slowed down again. The noises became quieter and the movements no longer so terrible. But now I could see how the girls I was with recently were separated.
They held hands and didn't want to let go. "Please let go.." I whispered desperately under my breath. I knew that if I wanted to live, I had to follow what these evil men told me.
And right after I finished that thought, they fired. But not on me, but on the two girls who didn't want to let go of each other.
I jumped briefly, but my focus was on the men in front of me who were dragging me towards a large, gray, sad building.
My head briefly went to the girls who were left there to bleed... Lots of red splashes were spread across the grass floor... Tears welled up in my eyes. But I didn't want to cry. I couldn't.
And suddenly, red wasn't such a nice color anymore.
