Insanity

Ten

Oh fuck is it cold! Oh and just my luck! Fucking snowing! I'm so cold.

What's that? I walk closer to the shape on the floor. Oh fuck! I fall to my knees and inspect the dead body. That's a lot of blood. Shit. I stomach down whatever bile was about to project out of my mouth and move on. Whoever that was they're in a better place now.

I rub my arms to keep warm. Shit, another dead guy. I bend down to look, hang on...he...he has a bullet hole in his head. Holy shit. I need to get out of here. Shit. Shit. Shit! Holy mother of fuck. I need to keep pushing on. Oh fuck, what if they're still here? Move quicker Olive, move your cold and tired ass.

Ahh! Something has my ankle! Ah Ahh Ah! Oh shit, it's an agent. They coughed up blood. Gross. I bent down, there was a bullet wound in their chest. I applied pressure to the wound, they seemed like they wanted to speak to me. "Cook" the coughed out, "cook?" "cook..." "you want me to cook you something? I'm good at a lot of things but I'm a shit cook" "No...Cooks..." they coughed again, "cooks? Cooks...Oh! Cookson?" they slowly nodded. I felt their hand slip off my ankle, a loud pang, echoed in my head. Another voice to add to the collection. I held back a sob as I pulled away my blood soaked hand. I stagger away. I find myself leaning against a tree, I can see more bodies ahead of me. My head is throbbing, swimming with activity. Why didn't I predict this? I'm the banshee, I'm supposed to be able to predict death! What's wrong with me?

You tried to shut us out. You can never fully shut us out.

The voices sent shivers down my spine. That could just be the cold though.

So many have died. You could've stopped this. All of this.

I know that! Do you always point out the obvious?

More are going to die. Can't you feel it?

A dull pang rang in my head. I collapsed to my knees, my hands immediately went to my head. I suppressed the scream I could feel bubbling in my throat.

Why suppress it?

Because I will be caught and die. Neither of us want that, I'm sure

Just open the door child.

My mouth opened and a blood curdling scream bounced out. It echoed in the woods around me. I stopped, panting, I could hardly breath but I was still awake. "Romanoff" I moved my hands away from head, I looked down at them. Shit. I forgot about the blood. Great, I have blood on my face now. Ah fuck it. I have work to do.

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I wonder what that guy was trying tell me about Agent Cookson? Can't be good. What if he's dead? What if he shot that agent and all the others? What if he told Hydra we're coming? What if he messed with my parachute?! The plot thickens! If that guy is still alive I'm gonna kick his ass, and It won't be pretty.

Oh hello. Speak of the devil. I hide behind a tree. Who is that he's dragging? Oh it's a person. Oh fuck it's Romanoff! That's it! I'm gonna kick his ass! I began moving forward, a force held me back, pushing me behind the tree.

Patience child. All good things come to those who wait

Did you just Tangled reference me?

Just shut up and be patient. Follow him. He could lead you right to Madame Hydra.

Good idea

We always have good ideas

Debatable.

Just do as we say!

I'm still cold. I slipped away from the tree, sneaking up to a one closer to Cookson. Where is he going? I slip closer, I need to keep him in sight, I can not afford to lose him. Not like it's hard, he is dragging a possibly dead adult. Oooh that's a big building. I bet ya Ophelia is there.