Soldier 259

Chapter 5

Soldier 259

I run my fingers through Night's fur and watch the apartment building that our prey is hiding in. So far Steve and Sam left two hours ago but The Winter Soldier stayed home tonight. I had 60 and 284 follow them while 117 and I remained home and watched from afar. 60 glared at me but didn't question me. That was two hours ago, now it's dark out and the streets aren't thinning down at all.

"May I ask you something, 259?" 117 says unsurely.

"Yes." I move my legs down from the window sill that I'm sitting on and face her, careful not to hit Night with my feet as I swing them back into the house.

117 fiddles with a pen in her fingers and looks down nervously, "Do you ever wish to remember your life before we started working for Hydra?"

"That's dangerous talk, 117. You know better than to talk like that."

"I know, but I can't stop myself from wondering. Who was I? What did I do? Did I have a family that loved me or was I an orphan and they took me in?" 117 looks up at me with tears in her eyes that make me catch my breath. "Do you ever remember anything from your past life?"

Night whines and rubs his head against my leg, I pat him on the head and debate whether I should tell her or not. She looks down at her computer screen, "Because if you do, then that means that the rest of us can."

"Why's that?" I ask intrigued. What does me having to remember have anything to do with anyone else remembering.

117 looks up at me with shocked eyes, "You mean you don't know?"

I stand up, "Know what? 117 if there's something you're not telling me-"

"You were the first."

I freeze and feel like my whole world came tumbling down. The first? The first of what? "The first of what?" I ask in a whisper, afraid of the answer.

117 types stuff into her computer and beckons for me to come and take a look. I walk over and look at her screen to see a young little girl in rags chained to the wall. Her long brown hair is a tangled mess and looks dirty and oily, as if it hasn't been washed in weeks. A tall man with brown hair walks in followed by a short man with yellow grey hair and glasses. They look at the girl and smile as she scoots away from them and presses herself against the wall. A soft whimpering sound can be heard as the tall man grabs ahold of her arm and injects a familiar orange liquid into her.

"Don't worry, it will only hurt for awhile. Doctor, record everything that happens to her. I don't want a single detail forgotten." The tall man releases the little girls arm and leaves the room.

"Yes, Schmidt." The doctor starts scribbling down notes.

I lean closer to the screen and watch in horror as the girl starts screaming and banging her head on the walls. She claws at her skin as if it's on fire and thrashes around on the ground. The door opens and the doctor screams and runs to the other side of the room as a vicious dog enters the room followed by its master. The dog barks and runs towards the screaming child.

Schmidt enters the room again and looks in horror at the dog, "Get that thing away from her! If she's harmed then whatever happens to her will be twice as painful to you!"

The girl reaches out and grabs ahold of the dog's scruff. She's stops screaming while the dog begins to whimper. Its tail goes in-between its hind legs."

"What's happening?" I ask.

"You'll just have to see." 117 responds.

The dog's master raises his arms to hit the dog but stops when Schmidt motions with his hand for him to stop. The three men watch as the girl's body becomes meatier and looks healthier. The dog becomes skinny and frail. The girl releases her hold on the dog's scruff and its body falls to the ground and doesn't get back up. The girl looks at the men, scared and scoots back into one of the corners.