Checkmate (BuckyBarnes x OC)

Out of the Shadows

A/N
This is gonna be a very long and dark chapter. Vote and comment if you enjoy, tell me what do you think will happen!

I've fallen deep and I had no will to swim back up to see the light of the sun on the surface. I didn't have the power to rise up, to fight back to Garry, I simply complied with his intentions while my friends were getting hurt. I've done everything in my power and it still wasn't enough. The war between me and him has lasted long enough and I kept losing while exposing other people dear to me to danger of his madness. This fight was the one to end this war and I've been defeated. I've absolutely, positively given up on any chance of escaping from this cursed father image of mine.

It must've been a few days at least since Garry brought every each of us back to his mansion. He kept me locked up in a dark damp cell much like the ones I was used to when I was in Hydra. I didn't speak, struggle, I barely even breathe. Garry kept me isolated from any familiar faces I've known and I had no clue what happened to them. They might as well be dead.

Garry had personally visited me once and brought me some sustenance but that was all I got. Strangely enough, I didn't feel hunger, I wanted a taste of revenge. But I knew I'll stay famished if I long for that dish.

I spend the time sitting in a corner, leaning on the cold stone wall behind me. The opposite wall was everything I'd look at, I didn't turn my head, I didn't call for Garry to let me go, I didn't do anything. Garry has broken me in more ways than just one and I had enough. I wanted to die and was prepared to end my own life if he'd attempt to turn me back to the assassin with no soul I once enjoyed to be.

I thought of Bucky most of the time and how I disappointed him. He was probably fighting for his rights every second during his captivity while I was here sulking in defeat. Nat was probably doing the same. Dear God, I was scared to think about what my family was doing. Did Garry lock them up, too, or did he only let the assassins have the privilege? Aida must be shit scared right now and I was doing nothing to ease the situation for her.

Slowly my senses were going crazy and I was able to hear every drop of water falling from the ceiling, every step of the agent guarding my door, every swish of the wind from the outside. Sometimes I could hear screams, deep growls of torture coming from the halls and I recognized they were Bucky's. His sound was braking my soul bit by bit and even if I shut my eyes and covered my ears with my hands I could still hear it echoing in my head, breaking apart every cell left in it. He's been caught because of me, he's been stripped of his freedom because of me, he's being tortured again because of me and because of me he'll never be able to remember who he used to be fully. He'll never remember me, Steve, his family or his character. I ruined all of that for him. And for what? So we could enjoy one night of pleasure? Fuck that. Literally.

I felt myself getting thinner day by day. My lips were chapped and my mouth dry. I could barely keep my eyes open as I was completely out of energy. I didn't sleep since everytime I closed my eyes a gruesome image of everything that happened flashed before my eyes, haunting me with the fact that I was what caused all of that.

I positioned myself to lie on the ground while I kept looking at the ceiling. I haven't seen sunlight in days and I was starting to forget what the blue sky looked like.

My eyelids were getting heavy and I knew, this was the way I was gonna go. This is how my suffering will end. I was never gonna be a hero to save the day, the memory of me will always be portrayed as a pathetic little runaway. My body will be found as a rotting waste never to be burried properly. I won't be remembered. I didn't want to be if I'm gonna go like this.

My vision faded and I did not sense anything anymore.

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A shock as strong as a lighting bolt flowed through my brain making me jolt straight up and scream. The shriek that left my mouth was raspy and could barely be specified as human. The energy flowing through my head was tearing my brain apart. I gritted my teeth together only to sense a mouth guard placed between them, preventing me to crash my white pearls against eachother. I tried to reach for my head but I felt my wrists and ankles being restrained with heavy chains, making me stand exposed, not even being able to collapse on the ground under the high pressure of the shock.