Akrasia

Chapter 6

Third Person Point of View

"WHY DIDNT YOU FOLLOW ORDERS!" The boss yells at Night Rider.
"I don't know." She replies monotone.
"You were supposed to kill them, and you could've EASILY HAVE DONE THAT, BUT YOU DIDNT!" He seethes.
"Sorry master."
"SORRY DOESNT CUT IT!" He yells slapping Night Rider.
"Like I said you will be punished for disobeying, but first I need to KNOW WHY!?"
"I don't know, I didn't even think of not having done it afterwards." Night Rider replies.
"ARGHHH!" He grunts. "Did we not make you this way. How come you show feelings instead of just doing what your told! Call in agent Granberg. Take her away and fix this mess, and on top of that send in Clotain to do what he does best. Punish." He orders as agents scurry out of the room with Night Rider in restraints.
A couple minutes later agent Granberg walks into the bosses office.
"You wanted me sir?"
"Yes, your little daughter didn't complete her mission, did you tell her to kill?" He asks staring her down looking for any faults.
"Yes, with any cost. I don't know why she wouldn't." She replies.
"Well, She has to be punished. It's being taken care of now." He laughs at seeing her turn pale. " no need to worry, Sharron."
"Yes, but she'll remember. She won't stay in 'kill mode' forever and we can't keep putting her in that mode during a specific period of time after each other. She'd be normal, vulnerable, and remember."
"I see you do care. Figured. But no need to worry we'll just wipe her memory. And as for you, you mustn't grow attached or else this could end badly. You'd have a weak side that could be used against you." The boss speaks lowering his voice. Watching her eyes grow big.
"Well with all do respect sir, she is my daughter which makes it hard not to." She states.
"If only you didn't have her in the first place, you'd be better." He seethes.
"How so, May I ask?" Frightened as how he always talks to her and no one else.
"You'd be stronger and have no emotional connections to anyone. You have a husband, and yes that's good for cover up, but it makes you have a side that cares for people. That makes enemies able to hurt you and make you agree to their terms, and we don't want that, do we? On top of that, I've been noticing it more too. Your not as ruthless as you used to be. And you look out for Night Rider. Such a fool. I liked you better then, when you were feisty and cold. But luckily for you, you're the one who makes her compatible. So until she's useless you will be helpful to me and my organization." He whispers into her ears.
She shudders "So when she's not helpful, I get killed?"
"Precisely. I mean unless you turn back to your old self." The boss grins.
"Okay,boss"
"Now GO!" He yells and Sharron scampers our is the room and into the facility.

Time Skip//

Two doors fly open revealing a girl restrained to a table by metal clamps and a scientist behind her.
"So...?" The man, the boss questions.
"Well, we re-erased her memories and tried to take away the limbic's systems control, or at least try to dull it, allowing less emotional feelings and thoughts when in action." The scientist states slightly shaken at the presence of his boss.
"Okay, has Clotain came in yet?" He asks eyeing the girl suspiciously.
"Yes sir, in the torture hall I believe." He replies.
The boss walks out without saying a word. Strutting down the halls he finds a man, Clotain, in a room. He walks in and starts talking.
"Thank you for coming, we have an Assassin who disobeyed me and DIDNT carry out a mission when she easily could've. Your the best to serve punishment first hand and id like you to do just that." He states with venom dripping from his tongue.
"Ahhh. Of course, it always brings me joy to do so. Do you care how and will you agree to my ways even if it involves death?" He asks glancing towards the walls full of tools.
"Yes, but to whom would death occur to?"
"Her relatives and I'm assuming her mom would be close to her." He states with a grin spreading. But soon it's wiped off with a slap to the face.
"You will never, EVER touch her mother without my consent. UNDERSTOOD?" He growls.
"Yes. When can I get started?" He asks looking the boss dead in the eye.
"Follow me."

Lainey's Point of View

My eyelids slowly open to come incontact with a blinding light. Knowing I can't avoid it I shoot open my eyes anyways. I'm met with a white room filled with metal instruments. Metal. Metal! There's cold metal around my wrists and ankles, and as I peer down, my waist too. Where the hell am I? Why am I bound to a metal slab!
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Okay, calm down. I take a deep breath in and let a shaky breath out. People these days! Sheesh and what's wrong with my outfit. I'm wearing black leather leggings and a black leather jacket. And of course to top it all off. Spoiler. Black leather combat boots.
My thoughts are interrupted by two voices coming closer. Dramatically the two doors swing open revealing a very tall, masculine man with slick brown hair. And a short but built man with dark, twinkling eyes showing no mercy as he glances towards me.
"Ahhh, she's up." The tall man says.
"Who are you?" I ask quietly. I have experience with angry idiots.
"None of your business Night Rider. But I guess you won't remember anyways, so I'm the head of hydra and this is Clotain, a professional in punishment." I exclaims making gestures with his hands. Wait, why did he call me Night Rider.
"What am I doing here?" I question.
"Well you see your my prized possession. My best and only best Assassin. Yes, your my most accomplished assassin." He explains watching me grow pale and shrink down as far as I can to get away from him. "And your here because YOU DISOBEYED ME! As a result, you are being punished. On top of that you showed emotion during a mission because you didn't kill the Avengers when you easily could've. So now we have to go through the trouble to make you better." He spats growing closer to me by the minute.
"I don't know what your talking about." I whimper squeezing my eyes shut to get away from this monster.
"I know you don't because that's how we programmed you. But you'll forget all of this anyways." He seethes.
Is this true. Am I really an Assassin? It doesn't matter though right?
"You're just trying to scare me."I say hoping they'll leave me along because who knows what they'll do to me.
"You don't know what scared is, girl. But you will when I'm done with you." The short man interjects while punching me in the gut. I can't breath. I CANT BREATH! Never mind, I can just got the wind knocked out me. Ow. Ow. Owwww.
"Please, leave me alone!" I pleade in slight intervals out of breath. But they don't pay attention to me.
"Do as you please, but don't kill her." And with that the tall man walks out leaving me with a short statures man with a menacing smile on his face.
He looks like a maniac. A complete maniac.
Just what I needed right now. Then all of a sudden a rag is being shoved into my mouth. And I have a bad feeling of what's coming.
My stomach plummets as I feels a sharp metal tool being shoved into my arm. I stifle a scream back and hold the water in my eyes not allowing it to flow out.
I can stop the tears, but not the hot, sticky liquid trickling down my arm.
I feel another pain in my leg and then on my last two limbs. Feeling the metal saw around areas on my skin is horrible. I don't see it but I feel it. Most likely I'll never get out of this. If I do I won't have anyone there for me. This isn't helping I need to focus on staying alive. Ughhhh. I don't know how much I endured before I lost conscious. All I know is that I wished I was unconscious before I felt it all go down.

I've never written about torture and I don't know what it's like (that sounds really stupid😂) so bare with me. Hopefully it was decent in the eyes of my 24 readers👍