The Mind of a Soldier [1]

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     The training room was dusty as always. Blank and boring forevermore seemed to be hydra's specialty, that and murder. It was always awkward starting the training sessions. The human part of sergeant Barnes never ever wanted to hurt Alena, let alone teach her how to do so. Either way she herself always threw the first punch. She thought of it as a sort of game, the more surprised and unready he looked the more points she got. The same went for injuries, the more blood and bruising the more she was winning. She found it hard at times to want to succeed. Lately however, as she was training more and more often it's like her mind went blank like the soldier's. Her punches were harder and more forceful, her rage seemed to heighten along with them and suddenly it's like she's not even there anymore. It was the soldier's worst fear, but hydra's greatest accomplishment. The born to be weapon was finally being forged correctly, except for one minor thing. The dreams she had been having were interfering. As she was taking her punches at him, the soldier's long hair swaed out of the way and it reminded her of Pietro's own blonde hair. She felt a longing to be near him again, like a connection was lost years ago and needed to be built up again. She could see him so clearly in her mind as if he was really there. She wanted to call out his name at the top of her lungs, and then it hit her. Literally. As she fell to the ground from the soldier's powerful comeback, the letters all formed in her head.

"Pietro!" she yelled unintentionally as she opened her eyes once again, only to realise he was never there. Suddenly a voice came out of the intercom, Pierce's voice.

"What did you say?" The room was silent as Alena's sweat dripped down the side of her face. Her heart was beating at the speed of light as the speaker was hung up and the training room door creaked open. The simple clamper of Peirce's shoes rang across the ground, along with her handler's combat boots. They were tall and intimidating, with black clothes all over and faceless expressions. She had only ever seen them once before, and that was when she was younger and tried to escape. Now they stared at her with emotionless faces. "Repeat what you said soldier" Pierce's words were louder this time and his eyes weren't in the forgiving mood. His weapon was being made, she was shifting, it would be working all except for one little bastardly annoying thing, her memory.

     Alena refused to speak up. Shaking in her spot and breathing frantically she glanced at the soldier for help. He only stared at her like everyone else. He was gone again and she was completely alone. Pierce sighed, taking out a small touch tablet out of his pocket. He tapped it a couple times and showed the screen to her. It was of the soldier, in a crowded room full of guards and last but not least Pierce. Barnes was sitting in an odd metal chair and a machine swirled around his head. He began to yell furiously in pain. A tear dripped down Alena's cheek as she watched. Not only did she feel bad for the soldier but somehow it was as if she knew how that felt, deep down. She jerked her eyes away unable to watch the rest.

"If you don't tell me what you said, that will happen to you" Pierce threatened. Alena squinted her eyes for a moment giving into defeat.

"I said P-Pietro's name." Pierce immediately stood up snapping his fingers once and only once. Her handlers strode over towards her grabbing both of her arms. They started to drag her out of the room.

"Stay here until we're done." Pierce ordered the soldier and he stood still. Soon Alena was outside of the previous room and being taken down many many different hallways.

"W-wait! What's happening? Do you know him?" she cried helplessly. Pierce didn't speak a word. They turned a corner and entered a room. The same room that was in the video and right in front of her was the chair. Her handlers were bringing her towards it. She cried. Closer. She screamed. Closer. But it was no use. They forced her into the chair and strapped her down.

"But I told you what I said! I-I'm not lying..." she quieted down, knowing that it was already too late for begging. In fact it never served anything around here.

"Alena, I'm sorry, but you just can't go and have your family. Don't you see? They don't matter at this point. You belong to us, the rest of the world is meaningless."

"But why can'-"

"I had a feeling you wouldn't understand" he cut her off directing his attention to the doctor operating the machine. "Wipe her" Suddenly her handlers pushed her back into the chair and the big metal head piece started to swirl around her. She didn't know how long she had screamed for, or how many tears went down her face. Still, she knew that there were many many more stages of pain than just ten. She could feel the electricity surging through her veins and all the way up to her brain. Alena felt violated. As if the blue sparks popping around her brain knew everything that was inside and more, because they had stolen her thoughts before. Out of all the things she was forgetting in that moment, this was the one feeling so painful not even science could wipe away. As soon as it was all over she quickly slipped out of consciousness and into a deep sleep. Except this time there were no dreams, no memories, it was just darkness. Blank and boring forever more.

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