I don't have a soul because I was born without it, and I don't own a heart because HYDRA ripped it from me. I don't know what happiness or love feels like because I lacked of both, for I was always locked in a cell. The blood on my hands is more than the one coursing through my veins, and in a blink of an eye you'd be dead.
Death runs lives me, it's the reason my heart beats and the air I breath. Death, blood and chaos and conflict, and more death. There's nothing but a black hole where my soul is supposed to be, I only have killer instincts and I am nothing but a walking ghost.
I've been brutally abused more times that I can count, emotionally and physically. I've had my bones broken so I would obey, and I've been ordered to slaughter families and children as punishment. But do you want to know what's the worst of it?
That I never cared. Never felt a thing while doing it. Not when I still do it.
And now you want me to be part of your group of heroes to fight a war that isn't mine, in a side that is not the one I stand for, and all for what?
"To get Bucky back."
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Banshee | Captain America: Civil War [ENGLISH VERSION]
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