I was an orphan. Thrown out since birth on the freezing cold streets of Germany. My cries were loud, yet no one cared to even look at me in that beat up, old, cardboard box. I was on the verge of death, Blue in the face and everywhere else, but then I felt warmth overtake my whole body. My cries stop and I felt safe, but I wasn't.
Little did I know that HYDRA had taken me so they could make me an assassin. I was the perfect project. A baby they could grow up to be the best trained assassin they would ever create.
When I was old enough to talk and walk, that's when I began my training. I would train for hours and then worked on my school work, which was incredibly hard. I learned six different languages when I was only five years old and was very intelligent, as HYDRA would say.
Even though I was only five years old they taught me how to kill without guilt. They taught me it was okay to kill, to steal, to lie. I wasn't allowed to laugh or smile, if I did I would be tortured.
I tried my best to make HYDRA proud by killing and stealing for them. I trained harder then any of the other super-soldiers and even though I was only 10 at the time, I was considered the best agent they had and I was proud.
I was never given a name I was only called Solider, but I gave myself a name. My name was (y/n). I thought it was cool and I wanted a name like everyone else did. I told them about my new name which ended up in a man yelling at me harshly and slight torture. They didn't want me to be attached to a name because when I got older I would be called by many different names when I started my undercover missions.
When I turned 12 I gave up trying to being my own person and just became a Soldier. I couldn't be upset about my life because it was the only life I ever knew. I was a trained assassin, agent and spy, but I wasn't a person, I was a robot.
I am now fifteen years old and I am finally able to go on a long term mission.
I thought my mission was going to be simple, but it wasn't.
