Weapons | Bucky Barnes x OC

14. MASSACRE

With her left hand she pinched the tracker through the skin, holding it between her index and thumb. With her right hand, she brought the blade to her own neck.
You can do it. Don't die this way. This is not cool. She urged herself.

Last deep breath, then she held it in her lungs and closed her eyes. The tip of the blade slowly entered through the skin, while a slow trickle of blood began to come out. She wished it was quick, but she had to pay close attention. A millimeter away and she would have died then and there.

Anya gritted her teeth grunting, then finally the tip of the blade met something hard and metallic. Her eyes widened and began to hyperventilate for a moment.
Here we go. I'm almost there.

She pulled out the bloody blade and with the fingers she was holding the small metal object under her skin, she pushed it out. Eventually she found the tracker in her hand. A tiny little object had just attempted her life. She dropped the tracer to the floor and began caring for the wound with gauze from the first aid kit, dabbing and dressing it.

She put the soldier's body back on the pilot's seat. Everything must have looked like an accident. She could see a kind of desert below. If she remembered correctly from the maps, this must have been the Gobi Desert and she was currently flying over Mongolia.

As the helicopter went on with the autopilot, Anya was in the back, changing her suit to simple and more comfortable clothes. Off the gloves, off the suit, she said goodbye to her beloved holster but took some weapons from her belt anyway, putting them in a backpack along with a first aid kit she found.

Almost there, Anya. You are almost free.
There was a mixture of fear, excitement and adrenaline in her chest. She disabled the autopilot and headed the helicopter to the ground. It wasn't going to be a good landing given the speed, but she counted to be on the ground before the vehicle landed.

As the helicopter was coming down quickly and the sensors and various controls emitted alarms and warning beeps, Anya opened the hatch and jumped out.

Freedom.
The air was lashing out at her face, her clothes and wind-blown hair hit her body. With each passing moment she felt more and more free, it seemed she was almost flying. And then she remembered that she had just jumped out of a helicopter.

She landed with a loud thud on the hard ground and rolled a few meters away. Everything ached and for a moment she felt completely paralyzed. Anya could swore she was unconscious for a few minutes. She had various injuries on her face and body in general. In the distance, the helicopter crashed to the ground and caught fire in front of her eyes.

I did it.

Anya pulled a knife from her backpack, pointing the blade towards her own neck to check the wound. The bandage seemed fine but her legs ached and suddenly felt floppy and her head was spinning.

But at least she was free, fight? She brushed some sand off her clothes and started running. Running away, as fast as she could. It was all about running now. Absolutely nothing around her. Only the rocky and arid desert on the plateau.

She couldn't believe it. Inside her, she simply couldn't process the idea of ​​finally being free. Enough to wonder what she would do now. Well, for now the only answer she could think of was 'run as fast as you can.'

And so she did. She ran for hours, all day and all night. Through the dunes and rocky stretches. Through the scorching heat of the day and the terrible temperature range of the night. Slowing down more and more after what felt like an eternity in that wasteland after three days.

This must be my hell-loop.

It was hot. Very hot. She needed to stop, she needed water and food. But she couldn't simply stop and she had no supplies. Plus, there wasn't a shadow of life form within miles and miles. Her white clothes had become dusty and filthy with dirt and reddish sand.