Not My Choice

Crying

He rushed back over to my side as I pushed myself up, "What do you mean, they got what they want?"

"I remember the woman telling me that I was dying for the greater good of Hydra. Then they stuck a lot of needles in my body. They were killing me slowly, and painfully. But you arrived quicker than they thought, they took a jar of my blood, I think and ran. Whatever they wanted, they got it."

"I see. I'm going to tell the rest of the team, you stay here and get some rest." 

I nodded but wasn't going too. Once he shut the door I tried to stand once more. Placing my feet on the ground and pushed up, my legs wobbled and I collapsed again. I picked myself up and tried again. Again and again, I tried to stand but I couldn't. I leaned my head against to mattress of the bed and pulled my knees to my chest. Could I do anything? I couldn't remember my name, past, I couldn't walk, I was useless. I tried to stand once more but felt like someone repeatedly stabbing my ankles. I dropped down once more, I rolled up the legs of my pants to find my ankles bruised and cut up I wanted to vomit at the sight of them, they look the same as my wrist.

I could feel her fingernails breaking open the skin on my upper arm. I bit my lip trying to fight a scream that threatened to escape my lips. "You really messed up this time." the woman snarled.

She reminded me of a witch. Sure I didn't know what a witch looked like but I have heard of them and I imagine them to look a lot like her. "I don't know why they keep you around. The serum should have killed you like it did the rest of them." the Witch threw me onto the hard, damp, floor. I didn't know what I did, I didn't understand why I was being beaten when I did nothing wrong. I have been beaten here so often that the floors are stained with my blood.

"Thanks to your super heal, I can beat you and not have to worry about you dying." she spits in my face. The Witch walked to one end of the room and grabbed the chain that was connected to the wall and chained it to my wrist, making sure that the teeth dug into my skin. She chained my other wrist with the one on the opposite wall, then chained up my legs. She then went over to the crank that was next to the walls and began to turn it. With every turn, the chains only got tighter. I began to scream, blood poured down my wrist, it reopened almost healed wounds. The pain was unbearable but I could feel my body trying to heal the wounds that were past the point of healing. She heard me screamed and slapped me across the face, "Shut up, brat!" she demanded. By the time she was done, I was hanging off of the floor in like an X and my head hung in defeat. 

"We are going to have some fun." She sneered.

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"Hey, kid, are you okay?" I looked up to see the fiery red hair woman kneeling down to face me.

"Why are you holding your head like that? Do you have a headache?"

"My ..... memories ..... come back ...... painfully ....."

"Memories huh? Like what?"

"Like ..... how they used to ...... beat me ...... well just one woman ...... she used to ..... e-enjoy it ...... and I-I was an ex-experiment."

"An experiment? Like what kind of experiment?"

"I'm n-not sure. But other people have d-died from it."

"Interesting, hey, I was told you need some new clothes so I searched around and found some that didn't fit me. Thought you might want to take a peek at it." she slid a box over to me. "Do you want to stay on the floor? Or what are you doing down here?"

"I can't walk. Hydra did something to me when they drained me."

"Oh, okay. Hey, so um, I just wanted to say," the woman clenched her fist. "I'm Natasha and I understand what you are going through. If you need anything .... I'm here to talk." She thought she sounded sincere I could tell she didn't want to say it. 

"Thanks but if you don't want to like me I'm not going to force you to. It means a lot for you to say that. I just ..... look around at all the loving parents and i-it just reminds me I'll never have that. I-I sometimes wonder what it's l-like to have someone l-love you like that?"

Natasha sighed and turned to leave. "Nice talk," I whispered as she left. I sat there for a moment, I had poured out my feelings and she just left. I began to search through the clothes, hoping I would find something. Natasha came back in with a smaller box in her hands. "Here." She handed it to me. I opened the box and saw a small Russian Ballerina stuffed doll. It was beautiful, I loved it. All the work that must have gone into the dress and the face. "I had this when I was a child and it helped me. Maybe it can help you?" She said and left. I held the doll close to my chest and for the first time in a long time, I cried.