Irreplaceable (Resiliance Book 3) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 37

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Sam

I listened, with my back pressed against the door, waiting for those footsteps, or even a whisper of a sound. But I heard nothing. Screams and cries along with gunshots, explosions and roars trickled down the stairwell, barely passing through the door, but still chilling me to the bone. This was what I had feared. This was why I couldn’t relax.

Voices crackled through my coms, making me thankful for having put it in when I got dressed this morning. That seemed like a lifetime ago. I heard a faint beeping sound over the sounds of the war raging on the upper decks. Each beep got closer and closer to its predecessor, before they became almost continuous, and the sound registered.

I dived away from the door, falling flat on the floor as the door was blown to pieces. I spun around, trying to get up as my feet flailed clumsily on the floor. The first to enter the room, was a masked assailant, who threw a knife at me. I didn’t even have time to react before the serrated knife buried itself deep into my shoulder, scraping against the bones as it went. I cried out in pain as I fell back, my shoulders hitting the ground hard.

I blinked hard as my head slammed into the solid floor, before I tried to get to my feet, dazed. Two more RHOKA stooges rushed me, catching my arms, and yanking them behind my back. I cried out once more as the movement pulled at the fresh wound, forcing the knife deeper, and in another direction.

Alex walked in, stalking towards me with a malicious grin. Just as he did a huge explosion sounded, and the whole helicarrier creaked and groaned, before we felt it tilt. I looked to Alex, disbelieving.

‘You’re crashing the helicarrier? Are you mad?’ I asked, already knowing the answer. He grinned, and closed the distance between us as I tried to wrench my arms from the grips of the two men, wincing as I moved the knife.

‘Not as mad as you think I am, my dear.’ He told me as he ran his finger along my jaw, a look of pure, disturbing serenity on his face. His eyes followed his hand, before they moved to the hilt of the knife in my shoulder, and his eyes darkened, showing not the calm, but only the madness. His hand trailed down my neck, and whimper escaped my lips as they moved to slowly close around the hilt of the knife.

My breathing picked up speed as he met my eyes again.

‘You know, this knife reminds me of you.’ He told me, his eyes watching my own curiously. ‘It hurts like hell going in,’ he began, slowly pushing the knife as deep as it would go, and twisting it as he went. I tried to break free again, whimpering in pain, before meeting his eyes again. They were cold and hard as he stared right back at me. My blood ran cold in pure fear. This thing before me wasn’t human. I didn’t know what he was. He leaned in slowly, before speaking through gritted teeth. 

‘But it’s even worse coming out.’ He said, before tearing the knife from my shoulder. I didn’t even have time to scream as the knife was jabbed deep into my side. I was let go as I fell forward, reaching out and putting my hand on Alex’s shoulder for support as I gasped for air, the pain suffocating me. Black spots danced before my eyes as I stared at the ground, trying to process just how I had come to my end so quickly.

‘You know, in Mexico, you almost killed me. All I had to do was attach a heart monitor, and you gripped my hand tighter than I thought would have been possible for a child. You took the energy right from my body. Your blood was the only way I could recover, and so I got the transfusion, hours after your aunt did, before we saw what it did.’ He ripped the knife from my side viciously, and stepped away from me as I tried to breathe, falling to one knee.

‘I saw what I could become, but I was stronger. I am stronger. I survived. I didn’t give in. I embraced the gift I had been given.’ He told me proudly. I took deep breaths, staring at the floor, before speaking, not even bothering to look up to him.

‘It wasn’t yours to take.’ I told him, before crying out in pain as he stabbed the knife into my leg, pulling it out just as quickly, before he kneed me in the face, and I fell back.

‘It was always mine to take, Samantha. I am stronger than you. It should be my gift.’ He told me venomously, as I tried in vain to crawl away from him. Pain tore through my body and I froze, crying out, before it started to fade, and another replaced it.

Alex began kicking my stomach, hard, speaking a single word with each blow. ‘It… was… always… mine… I… created… you… I’m… the… reason… you… are… who… you… are.’ He stopped kicking me, and grabbed me by the neck, pulling me upright, and slamming me into the wall with superhuman strength. Stars danced before my eyes, and he slowly began lifting me up, as I frowned at him.

‘What..? What…?’ I tried, as my throat closed over. Alex laughed maliciously.

‘I’m older than you think, Samantha.’ He told me, before his eyes darkened. ‘You were my experiment. I was your mother’s doctor when she was pregnant. I injected her with small amounts of gamma positive material every single time she came into the hospital. I did it to create you. The perfect weapon. Even if you do have stubbornness issues.

‘The tests, the tortures, everything we did to you was to force you into submission. To turn you into the perfect soldier, a living machine. But you were too stubborn. Too focussed on yourself to see the bigger picture.

‘You joined the very organisation that we were building you to destroy. You turned your back on everything that we taught you…’ he went on, before I scoffed, blood rising up my throat to my mouth.

‘Taught me?’ I spat, blood spattering out of my mouth. ‘All you taught me was that I couldn’t trust people. That it was better to go at it alone, and suffer my way through life, than to make friends, have family, and be happy. You taught me nothing.’ I spat, blood spraying from my mouth. Alex closed his eyes as he was sprayed, before he nonchalantly wiped the blood from his cheek.

‘Fine. Have it your way.’ He said darkly, nodding to the men who had been holding me. He let go of my neck, and I crumpled to the floor, my leg not supporting me. The two men shoved my hands behind my back again, before handcuffing them together. I pulled at the handcuffs, trying to get up, only to find myself tied down to a pipe at the floor.

‘I hope it was worth it, Samantha.’ Alex told me, as they all filed out of the room before him.

‘At least I tried.’ He told me with a sigh before he left, closing the door after him, and locking it. I screamed in frustration and pain, pulling furiously at my hands, trying desperately to free them.

I cried out in frustration, when they didn’t budge. I dropped my head, as I finally let the tears come and fall. I was done. I had failed. I couldn’t stop him. And now I had to suffer the consequences. Pain stemmed from my shoulder, side and leg, as blood steadily oozed from them, running down my body, soaking into my clothes, before pooling on the floor beneath me. I screamed out in desperation, before finally accepting the truth as the helicarrier tilted again, and began to fall from the sky even faster.

I was going to die.