When Anne wakes--alive--she's in a cell. Alone.
MelJo. Her first thought is not for herself, but her friend. "Melinda Jo!"
There's a noise to her left, but there is a block wall between the cells, and she can't see who it is. "Anne?" The whisper is hoarse and barely discernable, but it brings great relief to the brunette.
"Good. You're okay. Hang on, I'm gonna figure out what's going on and get us out--"
A crash resonates as a masked goon in black who Anne somehow had missed before slams a baton into the bars. She bites back a startled shout.
"Quiet, you."
Melinda Jo speaks up, a bit of the old fire already back in her tone. "Hey, beautiful. Mind telling us why we're here?"
The faceless man stalks over to the blonde's cage, and out of Anne's sight. Please don't do anything rash...
"No talking, girl."
"Make me."
Anne winces in worry, but the guard just laughs. "Don't worry...we will. Forever silenced, tomorrow. Obedience is required. Hydra demands perfection. The operation will commence tomorrow."
"Bad news for you," Anne fires back, anger sparked by fear. "We're patriots. You're gonna have to find someone else for your sick little experiments--we don't want a part of it."
More laughter. "Whether you want to or not is of no consequence, lieblings. The procedure has already started."
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Don't Follow Your Heart-- Anne
Fanfiction.:Marvel Fanfiction:. Once, there was a brunette and a blonde. Little girls, young women, soldiers, victims of brainwashing, or time-displaced heroes-- It didn't matter who they were, or what they were supposed to do. Nothing would ever come between...
