Lost In The Shadows (A Sarah Barton Sequel)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Who was Sarah? I wanted to ask this aloud to him, but I can't speak. Something told me I knew Sarah. I did know her. Not well, but I knew her. I was Sarah. Something within me opened up, and I began to remember things about me. My hair wasn't always long like this. This wasn't how things have always been. Things were different. Suddenly, everything felt wrong. Nothing was right. What was I?

What had I become?

What had they made me into?
It was then when I began to remember everything.

I'm suddenly back, standing on that roof. I'm holding someone's hand. I try to look at the person, but their image is murky, cloudy. I hear faint shouting behind me, angry voices shouting one phrase, over and over.

"Stop moving. We will shoot!" I turn to look back. There are men there, with guns. All of them are pointed at me and my companion. There is no way out. Yet I seem to know a way. My mouth opens without me even trying, and only one word comes out, in a mere whisper.

"Three" I whisper. We hurl ourselves over the edge, and I catch a glimpse of the building we're aiming for. I feel my hand slip out of his, and I fall into blackness. I'm no longer on the rooftop. I hear a gunshot, hear myself scream. For a split second, his face comes into view, eyes shut lightly. The second it appears, it is gone again. My arms are restrained, and I can't move. I see a bloody figure in front of me, on a table, blood surrounding him, seemingly pouring from his back. His face is turned away from me. All I can see is his hair, long and dark, caked with blood. We've been here a while. The solid surface underneath me falls away, and I'm suddenly thrown onto the concrete floor, then hurled into a chair by an invisible force. The man that sits across from me is crystal clear. I know him. My owner. No. My controller.

He is an older man, just getting grey hair. He wears a lab coat and badge. To me, he had no name. He was to be called, 'Sir'. Nothing else. He leans across the table, his face inching ever closer to my own. I can't back away, my hands are chained to the table. He gestures behind me, so I turn to look. He's pointing to the man on the table. Four soldiers have guns trained on him. Overwhelming emotions rush over me. It's so strange, my heart feels as if it was sinking into my stomach. I seem to be pleading with the doctor for something.

For him. Soldiers grab me under my arms and drag me out of the chair, kicking and screaming. I thrash and manage to catch a glimpse of the world behind me.

It is now that I finally see him. Really see him. It is now that I remember his name. Not just James.

Bucky.

He watches me go, screaming for me. I don't scream anymore. I can't postpone what is to come. They press me against a wall, cuff me there. I feel everything. It is now, that my eyes are almost swollen shut, that I reach out in front of me for anything. I find him. I find his hand. I grip it tightly as the needle is inserted and I fall away.

I remember now.

Surgery after surgery. Training. Brainwashing. Punishments.

But most importantly, I remember him.

My eyes open, though I hadn't realized I had ever closed them. I'm back in real time, on the floor. The man, no, Bucky, cradles me, calling out a name. No, calling out my name.

"Sarah? Please, are you there?" he pleads. I force myself to sit up. I throw my arms around him. He stiffens up at first but soon begins to realize that this was me. I was back.

"Bucky." I breathe. I hear him cry. I pull away and look at him. I smile. I'm back home. Everything will be okay. He's broken me away from them. I'm free. Or so I think.

Behind Bucky, stands Sin. My handler. Something tells me she isn't going to let this happen. But she's not all that H.Y.D.R.A. has sent.

In her hands, rests an all to familiar red book.