Chapter 19

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The teacher stands in front of the room.

I stare blankly at her, my mind still dark.

Tonight HYDRA is going to give me two pieces of bread instead of one. I am so lucky. I also get a glass of water.

I can still feel the slight tingle of my Spider Sense in the base of my neck.

No threats around.

I am safe with HYDRA.

Even though I can feel a little ball of unease in the pit of my stomach.

I am not supposed to feel. HYDRA saved me from my pain.

The figure with long brown hair and a medal arm once again clings to my mind.

Who is he?

Is he what's making my sense go off?

I try to rake through my mind to think of a name.

But I can't. It is just a blank abyss of nothing.

"Mr. Parker, what is the answer to this equation?" The teacher asks pulling me out of my thoughts.

"X= 2.3^5x pi," I say in the same low voice I was instructed too.

"Wonderful Mr. Parker!" The boy talking to me earlier rolls his eyes.

The rest of the math class goes by and I don't say a word.

I just stare and the board thinking about the mysterious figure.

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The room is dark like always.

I can feel the cool medal of the chair.

Sir grabs a knife and slowly cuts my shirt from my body, the knife just grazing my skin in the process.

He pulls the knife away then puts it over my chest.

He dares a circle in my skin. I can feel the red liquid dripping out of it.

But I cant feel pain or fear.

He then grabs the torch and brings it just under the cut.

I can feel him tracking letters.
S, then a P and I next D and lastly a E and R.

Spider.

I am HYDRA's Spider.

The man pulls away and throws a lump of black fabric towards me.

"Thank you sir," I say and stand up, blood still trickling down my body.

I walk to the doors but before leaving I turn around and raise both my arms.

"HAIL HYDRA!" I say my voice even darker and lower then ever before.

The guard takes out a silver needle.

I tilt my head to the side and my world is dark.

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Click.

Clack.

Click.

Clack.

I slowly sit up from my bed and take a sip of the glass of water by my bed.

Sir walks in the room.

"Good morning Spider," He says, his voice dark. He sets a dark blue sweatshirt on the floor and a pair of black jeans that get tight around the ankle.

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