John Wick: Baba Yaga and the Blue Demon

Prisoner

I currently sit on a chair with my hands still bound. This Winston sits in front of me I'm assuming is planning to ask me questions.
A strand of hair falls on my face it tickles my nose. I blow my hair out of my face but it keeps falling back on me which is extremely annoying.
This Winston keeps his eyes sharply on me. He constantly looks like he is judging me or is ready to put a bullet through my brain.
I look up at John who stands over my chair folding his arms. He looks over to Winston then back at me unsure what to do or what is going go happen.

"You understand why you are here correct?" He asks me while standing up and placing his now empty glass in the hands of one of his assistants beside him. His voice is very polite in an intimidating scary way.
I nod there is no point in lying.
"Yes"
He steps forward and nods slightly almost in disgust.
"Then you know Red Siege members are forbidden to be in New York , you however have blown your cover very stupidly"
"Yes because there is no cover" I snap at him.
He raises his eyebrow
"Is that so?"
"Yes that is so" I snarl back in a mocking tone.
There is an awkward tension as he looks at me and me back at him.
"So tell me why were you in New York in the first place?" He asks
"Simply because I'm trying to live my life peacefully" I snap

He lets out a dry laugh and Leans closer towards me
"So your telling me killing a bunch of men in the alleyways of New York is you living a peaceful life?" he asks me in a laid back yet sarcastic passion.
"That's a different story. You do what you have to do to survive! That's something you know very little about" I sneer clenching my teeth.
"Maybe , maybe not , i could care less. Why did you kill those men?" He asks
"Those men are REAL members of the Red Siege. They made they're way to New York for reasons I don't know , I never asked. They wanted me to do their dirty work so when I refused it got messy. If anything you should be thanking me I got rid of your red Siege problem for you." I admit

"If you really having nothing to do with them give us a reason why , why did you leave the Red Siege?" John asks stepping around to face me. Our eyes lock and I feel a strange tension once more. I stare longer than I should be and yet so does he. I shake it off and clear my throat.

"Many Red Siege members spend their lives being manipulated and brain washed they don't know right from wrong they only know what they are being told. They are treated like robots or owned cattle but I over heard a conversation one day that changed my way of thinking. I discovered they murder civilians and steal their children. That's where they collect their members and that's how they got their hands on me" I say to him.

John pauses taking my information in. His mouth widens slightly as he is lost in thought then meets my eyes once more.
"I'd understand why you would want to leave but if members are like robots or cattle like you said how did you have the courage and the correct mindset to leave what you've always known?" John asks me

I know exactly why I could leave while many other brainwashed members couldn't. I think I could of naturally been a very very sensitive person. If I wasn't raised in the red Siege I would be extremely sensitive if they hadn't beaten that 'weakness' out of me.
A flashback hits me back to when I was 8. I remember being in a white resting room surrounded by Russian Scientists holding white clip boards in their hands.

I remember Crying in distress as they forced me to point a gun at a Civilian. The man was begging for mercy to please let him go. I remember begging them not to make me do it. They threatened to hurt me and yelled at me forcing me to kill the man at only 8 years old. I shot and killed him which had a huge impact on me. They made me and many other children murder thousands of more civilians to get rid of weakness and grow accustomed to killing.

I killed many others since that day becoming used to it. However the feeling and guilt i felt the first time I ever killed someone still lingered in me and never truly left leaving a heavy feeling in my heart which kept me a little more grounded and human as everyone around me , ones who I called friends turned into emotionless objects. Property instead of people.

I come back to reality and shake my head.
"I knew what they were doing was wrong so I didn't want to be a part of it so I left" I answer not wanting to tell them the real reason.
"I don't believe you" John Snarls and takes off leaving me alone with Winston.
"I don't know if I believe you either. For all I know you could be a master manipulator. For now you will stay here until further questioning" he says and nods at someone I can't see a man appears behind me and unites me.

I'm yanked by the arms but before I can stand up I feel two large arms grasp me and lift me out of the chair with an overpowering strength I try to walk but they drag me with them pulling me out of the room , I have absolutely no idea where they are taking me but all I know is fighting back would be a lost cause.