He Changed My Life (Captain America FanFic)

Chapter 1: When they took me away

/the not to distant future/HawkTalon, Alaska/

I was dragged screaming out our patio door by the men from russia, both my parents lay dead on the floor before my eyes.

I had waltzed out of my bedroom and down stairs, pulled along by the sweet scent of brown sugared oatmeal coming from the kitchen downstairs.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs I walked threw the livingroom and to the kitchen where my mum was sitting.

she was reading one of her fancy living magazines at the counter whilest sitting in a chair, and my father was having difficulties with his tie in the other room, I stopped short of my oatmeal and was going to go help him with his tie, when I heard shattering glass come from the dinning room.

I ran to the dinning room and was confronted by five extremely large men wearing gas mask sort of things, the one in front darted out for me and tried to grab me, he caught my wrist in his hand and pulled me towards him, I hit him but it did nothing because I wasn't the strongest person on plant earth.

I let out a blood curdling scream just as my dad ran into the room, the man next to the man pulled out a gun, the next events all happened in slow motion

I heard the blast of the pistol go off beside me,and I saw a dark crimson stain appear on my father's right upper chest side and his eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped to the floor no longer a part of this world.

"NO YOU BASTARDS, NO NO NO!!!!!!" I screamed and slammed my head back into the man that was holding my head, he jerked backward and let out a long string of cuss words.

My mom hand run into the room after she had heard the gun shot, the phone in her hands dropped to the floor as she saw my dad on the floor, then a dark crimson stain appeared on her shirt as well and she too dropped to the floor no longer a part of the world.

"AHHHHHH WHY WHY WHY, NOOOOOO!!!!" I yelled as a mighty river of tears poored down my face, the two most important people in my life where gone, the people that had gave me life were gone. Just like that, in the snap of a finger.

Then, they dragged me out the door in my bare feet slidding on the broken glass and cutting deep into my skin. I cried out in more pain, could hear the approaching sirens but they were to far away. I struggled in protest but my attemptes were feeble.

I could tell my life was over and at the age of 18. I didn't know what they wanted with me but I was giving in, and my struggles started to weaken. We were walking to the door of a opened black van. I gave it one last try, I stepped on the mans foot with all my force and swung my head back and he landed backwards lossinig his grip, and I pulled my hands free and started to run back to my house, then I felt like all the needles in the world were stuck into me, dipped in the fires of hell and my vision went blurry and then black and the earth rushed up to meet my face.

They had shot me with a tranq. gun. The last thought that went through my head was that they killed my parents, but they wanted me alive. They needed me for what ever their plan was.