Family will Save You

Chapter 4

Destroyer

Me and winter sat in the med bay. I was still getting used to my metal arm, it was difficult to believe. But now I looked more like winter. The main difference is the hair. His is long and goes down to his shoulders, but for some reason, Hydra keeps mine short and clean cut. We were almost mirror images of each other.

Today is September 26th 2017, (4 years, 1 month, and 8 days since he was kidnapped). Me and winter are supposed to go on a mission, but they need to do one last check on me before I'm allowed back onto the field.

There was a long beep, telling us an agent was coming in. Winter got up and went to his guard position.

Even though he was my partner, he is also my guard. Both to protect me, and those around me. Obviously Hydra is worried that who ever attacked two months ago would come back, but we hadn't heard anything else about it.

But more importantly, I have been known to go rouge in the past. Usually right after I was whipped. I don't remember any of these times, but winter has told me about all of them. It was like I would black out, I was dangerous, I could of killed other agents. So because of this, winter guards me, to make sure I don't go rouge.

The doctor walked in and pushed my back against the table. It was similar to what they use to whipe me. All of the restraints were the same. But the tools on it were different. I didn't think he would be using any tools today, but I could never know for sure.

Me and winter had been having a silent conversation when the doctor came in. When his hand touched my bare chest to push me back onto the table, I jumped. I didn't mean to attack but I got startled, and I didn't have control of what happened next.

I swung my arm up and hit the doctor over the head. He bent down, slightly surprised. I then kneed him in the stomach. He fell to the floor and I jumped up. Without thinking I ran for the door. My heart was racing, I needed to get out.

But before I could even get to the door, I was on the ground. I had forgotten about my friend and guard.

I continued to fight and squirm under him. He hit my head against the ground. It wasn't to powerful, but I could feel it. It was like a warning. A warning I didn't listen to. I tried to roll.over on top of him, but he slammed his body down hard.

"Don't make me do this to you kid." Winter said in a firm voice.

"Let go of me," I cried out.

"I can't do that."

He slammed my head down again, harder this time. I cried out in pain.

"Winter, stop!" I plead.

"Not until you stop fighting."

I tried to shake him off again, but it didn't work. Winter once again hit my head. Im pretty sure I can feel blood pooling now.

I went limp in his arms, not because I gave up, but because I was momentarily to weak to continue.

He stood up, with a very firm hold on my arms. I gave another sake, but there was no getting out.

Winter slammed me down on to the table. Not wasting any time on locking the restraints. Three more agents ran into the room, one of which was Alexander Perice. He walked over to me and slapped my already brused face.

My back arched slightly and the sudden contact.

"What's it gonna take for you to learn your lesson?" He snarled.

"I'm one of the best you've got. You ain't gonna do nothing to me that will make me sorry for what I've done. You're to scared to really hurt me. Nothing short of death will make me stop." I spat at him.

It's simple to say that I'm not the smartest when talking to people with more power than me.

Most of the time I would never say this to him, or anyone else at Hydra. But apparently when I get like this I have no filter and everything comes out.

"Your gonna be sorry you said that."

He spun around to the monitor behind him. He punched in a combination and three of the tools above me started coming down. I didn't recognize them.

I glanced over at winter, and saw fear in his eyes. I might not recognize them but he does. The reason that he is my guard is he is the only agent in all of Hydra that can take me down consistently. If he is scared of these tools, I should be terrified.

I turned away from my friend and looked straight on. Perice turned back to me.

"You wanna take anything back kid?" He said with a smirk.

I growled at him, "Go to Hell!"

He pushed a button and the tools came down on my face and torso. Before I know it I felt like I was in hell instead of my dear old handler.

Winter

I stood there and watched as that monster hurt my friend, my brother. There was nothing I could do. I was as helpless as he was.

Whenever the kid goes rouge, bad things happen to him, but never this bad. He was strapped down to a cold metal table, with only boxers on. The restraints on his wrists, ankles, and upper arms were sending electric currents through his body.

His back arched from the electricity. His torso hit the restraint above his torso. This one didn't rest on his stomach, but was held in place abut an inch and a half above. All along the restraint there is razor sharp spikes.

The kid cried out in pain as his stomach got cut on the spikes. I grit my teeth, the pain hasn't even begun.

The tool above his face started up. It went all the way down so it covered his entire face. A mold of his face was used so it was a perfect fit.

All though I couldn't see it, I knew from experience that the metal on his face was heating up. I could hear a muffled moan, and it was all I could do to not rip Alexander Perice's head off his shoulder. The 'tool' on his face was created so that it won't burn you, it just causes extreme pain that won't leave for days.

The second tool came on. This one moved so that it covered his entire chest and non metal arm. Hundreds of needles came out of the metal and stuck the kid. His back arched again, causing more cuts to appear on his torso.

I could see green liquid entering his veins. Poison.

The needles were also burning hot, and weren't removed from his skin. The kid screamed through the metal still on his face.

I clenched my fist. All of these tools had been used on me before, many times. I knew what it was like. I also knew that he would survive. But that didn't make watching this any easier. These three tools are just about the worst combination Hydra could of used, and it mad me sick.

After almost a minute, the third and final tool came down. This one covered the rest of his exposed torso, going past his hips and crouch all the way to his mid thigh.

First more electricity was sent through his body, (on top of the constant electricity still being sent in through the restraints). Then after 20 seconds, two brands came down between his hips. His boxers were burnt away in those spots. I could assume one of the brands was Hydra and the other was Perice. It was common for the brander to use their personal brand on the victim as well as Hydra.

The kid let out another gut wrenching scream. Screaming only makes things worse because it presses the flesh right against the metal, and Perice undoubtedly upped the heat.

After two more minutes all of the tools turned off. They were pulled away, and revealed my partner. He was scared and broken. He would barley be able to move for days, but I knew Hydra wouldn't care. He would still be expected to do things. And if he didn't comply, more punishment.

At that moment I swore to myself that I would find a way to stop this. I would avenge what happened to the kid. That's what he is, a child. Yet he's being put through things that not even grown men should have to go through.