ghost ★ [b. barnes/winter soldier]

★ TWO - два ★

two - bullets will fly
два - пули будут лететь

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THE NIGHT WAS SILENT, but my thoughts and memories raged through my head like a freight train. I was afraid of the pulsating feeling in my head, but I knew it was just my fear taking over myself. Not the words that used to change me into a monster.

I laid in my apartment on the couch as the curtains laid open as I watched the cars in the distance. I watched the metropolitan's luminous lights turn on and off, people leaving from work and people going to work...

My mind went back to the distant memories of my past. It was mostly of him. He turned me into what I am, he turned me into a broken, regretful person.

"Welcome to the ring," he looked all of the trainees in the eyes as we stood in a horizontal line. His combat-buckle boots echoed against the metal walls that encased our lives since the beginning of what I remembered.

He stopped at me as his face twisted into a cruel smirk, "Lane, you're up first." His eyes sparkled with malice and hate for me, but the speckles of black in them showed me his passion and desire towards me. I took a quavering two steps forward before stopping, my hands pressed tightly into my spine, fear spreading at a fast rate.

He moved again, swift as an falcon. He was the predator and we were the prey. The .14 gun strapped across his belt glinted in the dim lighting, the slight twinkling of the bullets in his chest pocket gave a dangerous vibe throughout the room. His eyes sweeping over the trainees until he clicked his tongue, stopping.

"Dominic, step forward." My eyes widened at the mention of Dominic, was he making me fight him? He was savage, he was a killer!

I felt my body start to shake as I tried to conceal my terror, "Both trainees enter the ring." I hesitated when I saw Dominic taking long strides with a sickening smirk on his face.

"Lane." His piercing voice made my feet move as I climbed into the ring where horrific, monumental memories were made. Both fighters and audience.

My eyes slowly looked up at the opposite side where the monster stood. He was just above 6'3 with a towering, thick physique. His dark brown eyes seemed to be black in this lighting, his shaven head was tattooed with more ink peaking around his collar of his shirt. His huge, defined shoulders showed years of practice and steroids. His thick, boxy face was in a snarl which made him seem more animalistic than human at the moment. His shoulders were bent over as his breathing was heavy and controlled. He was the definition of savage.

"You know the rules," he yelled as he broke me from my trance. My gaze faltered from the towering building in the opposite corner to the malicious man circling the ring. "I hope you stick by them, but if not," he laughed, his cackling echoing off the walls in sharp patterns. "well, that doesn't matter that much. It's a good, clean fight I'm looking for.

"Winner of the battle will revive three days off training and a step closer to your freedom. The loser," there was a long pause as he stopped his eyes traveling till they met mine. "Will receive the chair, three extra hours of training, and going under the ice. Losers do not thrive under my roof."

I knew his evil plans. He wanted me to suffer, but he didn't know what I had been doing in order to train for this moment. I've known this day for a week now, I've managed to take the advantage from him this one time.