Revenge Turned Sweet

*Bonus Chapter*

•This chapter is not mandatory to read! It has a bit of information in it, but nothing you'll miss out on if you skip it! I just wanted to add more to Nadya and Bucky's relationship before she was abducted. Also, I changed the way I make the mood boards. Let me know if you like this style or the other way better! Happy reading!•

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During one of the many sleepless nights I had at the compound, I would usually be wandering the halls. But this particular night, I was inclined to go to the living area on the first floor. I pushed the door open and found someone was already in there, watching something on the television. "Sorry," I mumble, turning to leave the room.

"No, it's okay," a voice I could only identify as James rings in my ears. "I was just about to head upstairs, anyway."

I glance at him, seeing his hair messed up, the dark skin under his eyes darker than usual. In the bright light of the television, he looks different. But in the dark, it startles me that I can still make out his frame and where his eyes were looking. He seems panicked, like he had just been in a street fight, and is trying to wind down from the adrenaline. His silver hand catches my eye as he folds down the blanket he was under.

"You don't need to leave." I walk into the room, determined to make this transition as peaceful as possible. I sit awkwardly on the opposite end of the couch, avoiding the stare I know he's giving me. My eyes narrow at the screen, and a slight smile forms on my lips. "Are you watching a horror movie?"

I gasp when something soft hits my shoulder and falls onto the couch beside me. He grins at me, and I purse my lips. "Only thing that's scarier than reality," he remarks, "and the fact that there was nothing else on." He shrugs, and I pull the blanket over my body, relishing in the warmth it brings with it.

"You know you can use Netflix, right?" I joke, tilting my head at him.

He looks at me with wide eyes, looking incredibly clueless. "What's Netflix?"

I wave my hand in front of me and glue my eyes back to the screen. "Nevermind. I'll tell you about it some other time."

"I can change it if you want," he adds, but my eyes stay glued to the carnage unfolding on the screen. It looks old, the gore seems fake, and the wounds look pitiful.

I shake my head. "It's okay," I mumble. We sit in silence, neither of us minding the others' company as the horror unfolds on the large screen. "Is this that one about the camp where the killer drowned?" I ask, trying to think of the title but coming up blank. I was never that into scary movies when I was a child, but I had seen my fair share. Besides, I think everyone knows the tell-tale soundtracks to the killers.

"Friday the thirteenth," he chuckles slightly, and I hum delighted my guess was correct. "God knows they've made enough sequels to sell them."

I point to the screen with furrowed brows. "Is this the uh... the second one?" I ask, turning my head slightly to look at him.

He glances at me and nods. I wear a proud smile as I snuggle back down onto the couch, taking his words into account. Horror movies are scarier than reality. Well, this one sure isn't. What's keeping me awake is sitting three feet away from me making small talk about a cheesy sequel with a killer that targets those who've had sex. It's comical when you think about it.

Getting a bit uncomfortable in the silence with a bit of screaming coming from the TV, I turn back toward him. "Who do you think is scarier, Michael Myers or Jason?" I ask, trying to make any sort of conversation with the only two killers I know anything about.

He hums as if in deep thought before he looks at me. The shadows from the TV dance around his face, and every time the room is flooded with light from the screen, his eyes light up too. Reminding me just how blue they really are. "In what sense?" He answers my question with a question.