Not The Only One - A Winter Soldier Story

Chapter 3

Fair warning: Winter Soldiers are involved and people are going to be killed. I try to not make anything too gory, but it's not "PG" either.     

     I woke up to the man in the beret and two soldiers opening the door. After undoing my restraints, the soldiers locked their arms under my armpits and dragged me into a huge room with metal railings and some type of device in the center.

     I was fastened into the strange metal chair. Machinery whirred and two metal pieces made contact with my head. A painful electrical zapping forced horrible screams from my throat...

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     I was held in some strange type of metal chair. Men with guns surrounded the railed area around me. A man in a military uniform with a crimson beret stood in front of me.

     A dark red book held the words he read aloud to me. "Создание. Убегая. Принуждение. Мать. Огонь. Вечер. Второй. Разрушен. Рейс. Лезвие." He closed the book and set it down. 

     "Доброе утро, солдат."

     After a lean breakfast of a bowl of porridge and a small cup full of sausage, the man in the beret led me to a large room with a huge barred-off area, like a cage, in the center of it. Four men in full SWAT gear, two men with clipboards and lab coats, and one man with a metal arm were inside the cage.

      "Одолеть его," the man in the beret told me and motioned to the metal-armed man.

      I came at him with a hook punch, which he blocked easily. He took my left arm and twisted it hard behind my back.

     After he pinned me against the cage's bars, I kicked my left heel into his crotch. His grip weakened, and he released my arm completely after I spun around and punched his face with my metal fist.

     The man swung his own metal fist at me, and I hooked my calf behind his knee, bringing him down in front of me. Grabbing his throat with my metal hand, I flung him behind me into the metal bars. He hit the floor with a satisfyingly painful thud.

     "Отлично," the man with the beret said. Then he barked out, "Забери его и приведи предателя."

     The lab coats checked my vitals as the SWAT men took the metal-armed man away. A few minutes later, an underfed woman with butchered short brown hair in a grey jumpsuit was thrown into the cage.

     The man in the beret handed me a combat knife and gave the order, "Убей ее, солдат."

     The woman backed away from me on her hands and knees, crying out, "Нет нет! Пожалуйста, не убивай меня! Сжалься!"

     A good kick thrust her hard onto her back. While the woman's resistance was weak and short-lived, she desperately tried to fight against me. Slashing her throat and stabbing her multiple times, I unflinchingly completed what the man in the beret ordered me to do. He only nodded his head in approval as two of the SWAT men removed the corpse from the cage. Only a pool of her blood was left behind.

     "Принеси следующий," the man in the beret ordered.

     The lab coat-clad men again checked my heart rate, temperature, and breathing.

     The SWAT men brought in a man in a grey jumpsuit with a black sack over his head. They sat him down and handcuffed him to the chair.

     The man blubbered nonsense. "Пожалуйста? Куда-? Не делай ей больно. Я ничего не знаю. Вода."