The fire

Fire and Ice

The putrid smell of sick snuck its way up the girls nostrils. She jerked awake, a pained groan escaping her lips. The hard gravel had dug its way into her flesh and she felt a warm liquid run down her shoulder. Was it blood or sweat? Who cares what it was, she couldn't do anything about it. Solid metal shackles were locked around her wrists and ankles, the boiling hot midday sun from the skylight making the steal searing to the touch, and causing large blistered welts to wrap over her skin. She felt a wretched pulling feeling in her throat, lumps of mouldy bread and a vinegary sought of liquid came pouring out her mouth.

It wasn't just Emilia's body which the Mort had attacked, it was her mind too.

Clickaty clack
Clickaty clack
Clickaty clack.

The tapping noise was overtaken by a large clang noise.

Someone had entered the room.

She allowed her eyes to drift up to the figure. It was like looking in a mirror. She had the same stunning blue eyes, the same curly blonde hair, the same freckled nose. However where Emilia had perfectly clear sun kissed skin, this lady was painted as pale as Ivory. Emilia glanced up from her vomit bed, she knew straight away this was not the woman who had birthed her. This Cally Evans was a wicked bitch who had fallen under the grasp of The Mort. She was yet another counterpart in their game of life. They'd used Emilia's mother to drag her back into this hell pit she had been rescued from eight years ago. How had she been so stupid? Why didn't she just ignore everything?
A pang of sadness struck through her heart. Steve, she could be with him right now. They would probably be training or, she paused- what time was it? She'd been here for at least 3 days. However she couldn't know for sure as she had slipped in and out of consciousness numerous times. Would the team even know what had happened? I mean how could they know she hadn't told them anything.

"I thought I raised you to be a lot less pathetic Elizabeth." My mum taunted, I had been so lost in my thoughts that I'd forgotten she was there.

"You didn't raise me did you. You got yourself shot and left me to be raised by a mad scientist and a group of murderers." This was the most speaking I'd done since I arrived in this disgusting place. My voice was bitter and hoarse, every word painful.

"Oh yes Thomas. Killed him didn't you? Probably deserved it, he was slightly crazy wasn't he? The one who shot me, I was going to take you to the England the next day, get away from it all. Do you remember I told you to pack a bag?" She seemed to have slipped into trance as she talked.

"I remember, we were going, But then-" I stopped myself, thinking about that night made me feel sick. Never in my life had I ever felt so scared. "How did you survive?" I decided to slightly change the subject.

Her piercing blue eyes glimmered. "The bullets were laced with a sleeping powder. Lowers your heart rate completely. Makes the beating untraceable. Of course your father didn't know that, mad fool. He'd been working for HYDRA wanted to use you for some experiment, I refused told him we were leaving. He didn't like that." I watched her fingers graze along her abdomen lazily. "The Mort took me in; rescued me, they replaced my body at the morg with another and reawakened me from the poisoned sleep, I began to build myself a new life. A better life. Don't get me wrong for months I refused to concede to them. Living in conditions similer to this. I wouldn't break, all I wanted was my little girl back." For a second I saw a glint of sadness flash through her cold eyes. But it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "They started to promise me gifts if I joined them." She giggled. "Who can say no to presents?"

For the first time in a long while I felt chilly. The temperature had dropped, goosebumps covered my bloody arms, the hairs standing up as if frozen, one of my blonde curls snapped under the steal chain. "Funny isn't it? You got fire, I got ice. Of course not now though, that lovely serum you and your MI6 friends created is proving useful. What was that girls name? You know the one straight black hair, brown eyes, Russian I think?"