NOT UR FREAK (Avengers fan-fiction)

Capitulo Cuatro: Welcome to HYDRA

A bruise is tender, but it does not last.

It leaves me as I always was.

But a wound I take, much more to heart.

For a scar will always leave its mark.

And if you should ask, which one you are.

My answer is- You are a scar.

-Lang Leav-

Bang!

The van doors slam open and I jerk myself into a sitting position as light floods through the doors.

"Auf, auf, auf!"

There is a dark form standing above us all, outlined by the blindingly white light. 

It's a man, screaming down in some language I don't understand. Not just him, everyone is screaming. 

Maria is standing behind him, body faced away from us, shouting at some man in a professional looking uniform. Another woman in uniform is shouting something completely lost on my ears. 

"Aus!" The first man jumps to the ground, grabs onto Emilio's foot, and pulls him out of the car in one vicious yank. He cry's out as his body makes contact with the hard asphalt, and the man reaches for Arah, who shy's away and attempts to get out on her own. The man strikes her, hard, and she falls to the ground besides Emilio. 

Javier leaps to his feet, and, reaching down, pulls me up beside him. 

"Sal." He says in a commanding voice, pushing the children in front of us. 

They all scramble madly out of the van, eager to be out of its cramped quarters. Javier has to help me down, as I find my legs still don't support the whole of my weight. 

Its night outside and our captors have several spotlights placed somewhere above and in front of our group. Men and women with blood-shot eyes swarm around us, pushing us through an impressively large iron gate towards a massive building. 

"Their high." I whisper to Javier as he half-helps half-drags me through the opening and away from the angry people, who have taken out the clubs tied securely to their waists and begun to hit those on the outer edges of the group.

 Manuel limps through as fast as he can but still receives several well-placed hits. 

Once everyone is through the opening, the soldiers close in on us, anticipating what is to happen next. Four soldiers begin to push close the huge gates, and the reaction is instantaneous. 

A sob rises above all the shouting and spreads quickly among us, the panic and fear evident on everyone's faces. One boy, whose name I don't know, somehow slips through the line of soldiers and begins to run as fast as his short legs will carry him to the still-closing gate. We all jump as a volley of shots ring out, and the boy falls face first to the asphalt, a pool of darkness forming beneath his head and spreading quickly to engulf the rest of his small body. 

"Stop!" I recognize the English word and turn to see another man, walking quickly out of one of the buildings in a freshly pressed white-coat, streaming behind him like a stretched cloud. 

The man switches to whatever language the rest of the lunatics are speaking, and I turn my gaze back to the boy, the familiar feeling of dread growing in the pit of my stomach. 

The sobs have died down, giving way to a horrified state of shock that swallows up all of us. Soldiers shove us into a semi-orderly line, and we comply wordlessly, too fearful to resist. 

I scan all of the faces around me, reading their emotions as easily as any of the books at my school -if not more so. Javier's mouth is set in a firm line, but there are tears leaking out of his eyes, the soldiers are quite clearly intoxicated, and seem dangerously infuriated, the rest of the kids around me seem, understandably, terrified. 

The only person who has remained some-what calm is the man in the white coat, but what little he has appears to be quickly receding as he speaks with the man who shot the boy. 

"Austeil mi dein Waffe." His voice rises noticeably, but the guard just looks confused. "Dummkopf! Deine Waffe!" He shouts this time, gesturing angrily to the man's gun.

He pulls out the pistol apprehensively, extending the weapon and retracting his hand quickly, not so quick that I don't discern the slight shaking of it. Something catches my eye and I shift my gaze away from the duo. It's a short figure, approaching quietly from behind: Maria. 

"Herr Arzt," She says, taking one more careful step. "Die versprochene summe-" She is cut off as he spins on his heel, pulls back the firing pin, and sends two rounds through her skull in quick succession.

Someone starts sobbing again, their cries coming out in short, muffled gasps. 

I block out the sounds around me, focusing instead on the two still forms lying mere feet from each other. How can they be dead? They were both alive only minutes ago. Living, breathing, speaking, all of it, and now they're gone. 

Why? Why would anyone want to kill another human being? How could anyone kill another human being, more so a helpless child. I know Maria wasn't innocent, and she may not even have deserved to live, but she certainly didn't deserve to die like that. No-one did. 

The white-coated man, Herr Arzt, says something, and a few soldiers begin to drag away the bodies, leaving a thick trail of smeared blood in their wake.

I don't pay any attention to the man as he begins to walk back towards the building. He is almost through the doors when one of the soldiers clears his throat, and I am pulled out of my stupor by the voice of the man in the white coat. 

"Ah, yes. The children." I don't know the meaning, but I understand that the words are directed at us. "Welcome," He spreads his arms to indicate the building behind him. "to HYDRA."

DUN, DUN, DUN! This chapter took WAY to long to write, but it is definitely my favorite so far. Please, for the love of Frederica, Vote, Comment, and... Share? Can you even share on Wattpad?

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