chapter twenty five, interview — act three, the end
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early 2009 Location: Unknown
EMILY GRIPPED TIGHTLY ON the side of the tub as piercing, icy-cold water pummel onto her scratch up, bleeding back as she held a sobbed into her closing throat. Her eyes glanced at the ruby red water that went down the drain as she wished it was her life going down that drain.
She felt a tightening sensation hit her body as everything began to burn within her an unbearable amount of rage. Beneath the shower head, the most reliable of silver clouds, as the inverse lining, the beating heart and core. That is it. Her heart, she wants the thump and beating in her heart to come to a complete stop.
She wants to be gone. Where all the pain in her needs to leave as the suffocating emotions of being alive are creeping in her with the guilt as she believes that her life has no meaning or extinces. She was exhausted with the countless treachery and the strangled guilt in her.
Death. She wants it to come to her and slowly vacate her soul as all she will be left with is emptiness. Death is lovely. Because it is a strange type of innocence and independence. That is what makes the whole thing so valuable in the first place— then comes to a complete stop.
Closing her eyes, she brought her knees up to her as the water continues to drounch her full-on delicate flesh as the coldness was slowly fading everything in her as all she could feel was numbness as echos torutmenting and horrifying screams plagued into her like as if it were music.
Opening her eyes she is brought up to the light luminous flickering light above her. The lights shine so beautifully as if it were her savior in this cruel world. As if heaven's choir, lights mimic the skies.
present Location: Red Room, unknown
Emily felt an overwhelming sensation of deja vu hitting her as she is helded; strapped against a chair with her eyes tight shut. She felt a subtle sting as the needle impaled her milky skin; as blood was being drawn out of her. She winced knowing it was going to leave a ugly yellowish color since she bruises easily.
Emily tried to ignore the drowsiness as she tried to regain focus but the amount of blood being taken out of her is making it difficult. Voices were muffled as someone covered her ears as a way for her to not hear anything. She was trying to open her eyes fully but she couldn't.
"Emily."
Confusion settled into her. Was this her mind messing with her? Because all she could feel was the heaviness of her thoughts as she tried to stay awake but the unsettling guilt settled in as she won't get to apologize for the mistakes of her past, the mistake of her putting up her walls.
"Emily."
Possibly things could have been different, she might have gotten what she wanted in another existence, but so much has changed since then. The hush that appeared to encompass her had an unsettling quality to it. It was either the lack of life or the realization that the future had been irreparably ruined. Everything that happened after that was entirely up to fate.
"Emily there is a knife on the side of your jacket."
What? Emily forced her big brown iris to stay open as she observed her surroundings to see but all she was faced with a white luminous light that blinded her from seeing anything. But with all her strength she ignore the needle digging into her forearm as she tried to feel for something on her side.
She felt a slight bump on her left side of her rib cage, doing her best she fiddled her fingers to the side pocket and grabbed the small pointed knife. She did her best not to scoff at the size of the knife; her fingers grasped the knife as held it tightly against her dry scratchy palm.
She held it too tightly as the knife slowly impaled her skin but she could not help think that the little sting felt welcoming and ressuraing to her that she was still in a way able to show emotions. That her soul is not a desolated void.
Through her side view she noticed a slight nurse? Emily felt her breath hitch as she was completely awake now and all she saw was in a lab with her blood being drawn out of her. Was she being experimented on when she was unconscious?
Shaking the panic away she concentrated as the nurse made their way to her. The nurse gently took out the needle out of Emily's forearm as they bandaged it carefully. Emily sighs as she mumbled a small apology as she used the knife stuck on there side as her arm came around there mouth and neck to stop the circulation of breath.
The nurse slowly falls unconscious. Emily quickly drapes their body across the side of the room. She felt a slight buzz on her ear. An earpiece, Emily sighs out of relief as for a moment she really thought she was losing her mind, "What next?"
"Go to the top floor, Natasha should be there."
Emily glanced to the right as she grabbed a gun and carefully swept the room she was in. Finding that she was alone she just ran to the end of the room. Running, as she felt her legs sweep across the hall with flickering white lights. She felt the sudden adrenaline pump into her veins as she sprinted faster. Oddly enough she felt free, it might be due to the fact that she is not running away this time.
𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙
Location:BAU Headquarters
Quantico, Virginia
Bucky sat in silence as he and Rossi went into his office. He sat in one of the chairs as he shut his eyes hoping it would work. That whatever familiarity he has of the three girls will come to his mind. Ignoring the sudden pain that creeps onto his central nerve of his forehead.
The sudden bang of the door got his attention. He saw Rossi grab a chair as he placed it across from him, "In order for this to work, you need a sudden event, so can you try to find a certain event or place where you are with any of the girls?"
Bucky nodded as he shut his eyes and gripped on the side of the chair. He felt weird as this is completely different to his recovery process or the therapy sessions he is forced to go to. He exhaled out breath as he tried to empty his mind. Oh, he hope he won't have to deal with the luminous life-like visions.
He found himself pulled into a certain memory. It was pitched black with nothing but a subtle flickering white-yellowish light illuminating the room. He focused on trying to get something. He found himself staring into his alter ego whose gaze intensely eyed at a group of six girls, "I found something."
"Okay, good open your eyes."
Bucky tilt his head in confusion as to he found something— now he might lose that connection but did what he was told. He gazed into Rossi who handed him a glass of water, "Here drink some water before we begin."
Bucky grasped tightly on the glass as he chugged it. In this uncomfortable situation of facing his past, he chugged the cold water that felt like the greatest pleasure on the planet. The ice hits the glass, his fingers slipping on the moisture before regaining their grasp. Then a slight shiver went down his throat.
He handed the glass back to Rossi who set it down on the table, "Okay sit back and relax your body for me and clear your mind. Then close your eyes."
Bucky did what he was told as he let out a shaky breath. He leaned all the way to the seat, he clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to loosen the tension he was feeling. He shut his eyes until he felt nothing. No pain, nothing but him and Rossi in the room, "I'm ready."
"Okay. What is the first thing you see or feel?"
Bucky let out a sign as he tried to concrete. Then suddenly his mind is warped until a sudden chill fills up his spine. He is in a pitch black room, "Is cold and dark."
"Are you outside?"
Bucky shook his head. As his memory clears up, revealing him once again in a corner of the room with six girls lined up and a man in front of them, "No. Is like a training floor?"
"You are doing good. Okay, now are you alone?"
Bucky sighs as he tries to get a clearer picture of the six girls but couldn't, "No. There are six girls and a man in front of them, while I am standing in the corner of the room."
"What are they doing?"
Bucky gazes into his memory a bit more as the six girls begin to dance. In front was a jet black-haired girl, a redhead right behind her, and a blonde girl who is the youngest on left of the redhead; they leaped off the floor as there feet gracefully swept the floor.
The man tells them to do it again as they twirl with pointed toes, "They are doing ballet, with a man giving them instructions on what to do."
"Okay, what are you doing?"
Bucky grips onto the chair as he can feel a prickle of wood dig into his palm as he gazes into his other self. His hair was long, his eyes were tiresome, but the thing that he noticed was his other self had his sight on the redhead the entire time, "I am just observing them as they dance."
"Is there anything in the room that stands out to you?"
Bucky walks around the room that held such a suffocating tension that just got thicker and thicker as he took a step closer. Walking around he spotted a file on top a sliver metal table on the right corner of the room, "There is file."
"Okay, did you open it?"
Bucky eyed his alterself, grasping the file tightly. Bucky moved to his left to get a better look as the file that his other self flipped it open to a picture of the girls, "I did open it."
"What do you see on the file?"
Bucky read the word on top of the file, красная комната x проект гидры. He noticed a picture of three girls, "It says red room x hydra project and there is a picture of three girls about eight to nine years old."
Rossi narrows his eyes okay this hydra related but what exactly is the red room? Shaking his thoughts he glances at Bucky who was tensed but was doing his best to help, "Is there any information on the three girls?"
Bucky looked at the files as it read Emilia, Natalia, and Yelena— the sisters. He scanned the words as it read that they were a step closer on announcing the red room to the world. He eyed the pictures again as it finally came to him, "Is them."
"The girls?"
Bucky nodded as he observed the room again. The six girls were leaving the room as an older man came in, "Someone entered the room."
"What does he look like?"
Bucky noticed his hostile tone to the other man who trained the girls. The man had pale tight skin as his brows furrowed in fury. The man was wearing a pair of brown glasses as he had light facial hair.
"He is white, about fifty to sixty years old. He is short, maybe 5'4 and is wearing a pair of glass."
"Okay, what is he doing or saying?"
Bucky tries to hear him from his alternative self but it was difficult to point out anything. He shook his head in frustration, "I can't hear anything."
Bucky felt a hand top of his, "Relax. No one there can hurt you. Concentrate on him."
Bucky sighs as he keeps his eyes on him. There are slight muffle voices that fill him up but nothing that he can grasp. He tries to lean forward as the old man mumbles about moving? Project sky?
Bucky takes a breath in and out, "They're talking about a moving."
"Okay moving what?"
Bucky tries to follow the man but he disappears to get more information all he heard is mumble, "Red room. The red room is moving to a safe location."
"Is there anything that tells us what the red room is?"
Bucky notice his other self go back to the file as he scanned the file quickly and quickly opened his eyes to gaze at Rossi, "Is a organization of taking young girls and training them."
Rossi immediately pinpointed his white skin becoming give shades lighter than usual. He sighs knowing he won't love what is next, "Training to be what exactly?"
"Child assassins."
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notes!!
THOUGHTS?!??
i hope i did okay on the interview because i low-key struggle to write that as I put this chapter off so much so I wouldn't have to write it 😭
I realize that this book is almost coming to an end which will make me cry because is my first book but also help me improve my writing and it was an emotional roller coaster of emotions for me when it comes to apatite 😭
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