Iron Will (sequel to Iron Soul)

Chapter Twenty Two: All Within My Hands

Jet's POV

         Its been months since the book incident. The next day when I woke up, I went over to grab the book, but it was gone. My days have been filled with constant training followed by tactic and Russian classes. Even though it has only been a few months, I'm a completely different person. I'm a loyal follower of Hydra, their goals and missions becoming my  goals and missions. The one goal that I constantly dream and fantasize about it taking out that horrible organization S.H.I.E.L.D. What kind of organization could possibly be satisfied with that horrid idea of freedom. Freedom is the cause of the world's problems. Freedom is the biggest lie being fed to all nations that allow it. The ones who don't are the smart and the few. When you have freedom, you can choose. And when you have the chance to choose, you usually choose incorrectly. Hydra has taught me this, and I have accepted it. I was lucky that Hydra recruited me.

        The changes in me are not only mental. They are also physical. I have gained a much more muscular build and lost a lot of the extra fat on my body. We are only allowed one meal a day, dinner, which has helped me slim down. My muscles engage when I do the simplest of tasks. Walking makes me calves and thighs bulge and picking up my Russian textbook makes my arms flex as well. I've also become more flexible, my kicks higher and stronger than they have ever been. Self defense is second nature to me now. I am a warrior.

        I can't seem to fall asleep tonight, but it's pretty understandable considering that I have my exams and fights tomorrow. I toss and turn, trying so desperately to find some way to get comfortable. I finally give up and groan loudly, throwing my covers off and swinging my legs over the side of my bed and putting my feet on the floor. I drop my head in my hands and run my hands over my face. Stop doing this to yourself. You're going to be fine. I sigh and look around the room, trying to find something to get my mind off of it. I drop my head back into my hands and take a shaky breath. The shake  breath reduces to tears, anxiety shaking me. Hydra can't see me like this. They can't see me as weak, I'll get beat. I try to catch my sob in my throat and wipe the tears roughly from my face. I compose myself for a second before I break again, my body shaking harder than it had before. The door opens and I shoot up from my bed and dive into the corner.

        "Please! No! Please don't beat me, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I showed weakness, just please, please don't beat me." I beg, trying so desperately to move myself as far away as I can from the man in the doorway.

        "I'm not going to hurt you." he says in a soft voice. The door closes behind him and he advances toward me. "I'm Bucky. You know me."

        "No I don't. I've never heard of a Bucky anytime before in my life." I say, confused as to why he thinks that I know him. He's not part of Hydra, so why is he here. "Who do you work for?" I ask, my guard instantly rising.

        "That isn't important and that's not why I'm here." he says. The lack of lighting causes me to only see a silhouette. But I can tell he is quite tall, strong, muscular, fast, possibly skilled just by the way he is holding himself. He's confident but he seems scared, worried even.

        "Then please explain it to me." I press, standing up and weighing my options if he does try to attack.

        "Stop analyzing me, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise you. I could never do that." he says, holding his hands up in the air.

        "I'm going to ask you again, who are you?" I press, coming closer to him.

        "You're fellow monster." I stop dead in my tracks. The book comes to the front of my mind.