Tears filled you eyes as your brother, mother, father , and other unfamiliar faces look at you with eyes filled with hatred, disgust, and fear. Your shiny metal left arm and right leg at full display for the entire world to see. In their eyes all they see is a freak, science project gone wrong, a monster. A Monster. A MONSTER!
MONSTER!
SIDE SHOW!
BEAST!
FREAK!
UGLY CREATURE!
URCHEN!
FREAK SHOW!
You run hoping to get away from all the whispers, the shouts of disapproval, and the glaring eyes. But, you can still hear them echoing everywhere, the voices surrounded you.
You stopped running and turned around to see the crowd of people in front of you grow to towering heights, but still held your ground and got into a fighting position with your fists up.
You shouted with all your might in you heart to leave you alone.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!LEAVE ME ALONE! ILL KILL ALL OF YOU!!!"
But the talking never ceased. They were getting to you, to the point where your were having a breakdown.
Sinking to your knees pulling your short (h/c) hair hard, but don't feel the pain. Your face tear-stained from all the crying.
The suddenly voices stop. You can hear a faint voice. It's a male.
You quickly get up in a haste. You've heard this voice before, but you can't put your finger on it. It's on the tip of your tongue.
'What was it?'
'What was his name?'
'COME ON WORK YOU STUPID BRAIN!'
'WHAT WAS HIS NAME!?'
"Haha (Y/N) stop trying so hard, you already know this," the voice said with a calming jokingly, yet annoying tone.
A tall figure appears in front of you. He's smiling and has short (h/c) hair that framed his face and bright (e/c) eyes that shone.
Your brain yells 'enemy!' 'Kill him,' but your heart know him, and want to hug him, but you hold yourself back.
"Aw hey what happened to your hair? It use to be so long! I remember you always had bad hair days," he says with a smile
That face. That stupid smile. His hair. His eye. They all seem so familiar.
(Brother's name)
His mouth moved but nothing came out.
He was still smiling, but he moving away from you!
You run towards him, not wanting him to leave. Even if you didn't know him. You didn't want to be alone in this dream.
As soon as you tried to touch him something prevented you or he just keep going further away.
'WAIT!!!'
*KICK* *CRACK*
A pained grunt comes from you as you stir from your slumber.
The dream faded, never to be remembered again.
A man in black with the signature red HYDRA patch on his shoulder towering over your sleeping form, kicking and hitting you with the butt of his gun to get you up.
Yup. You were used to this, to be treated like nothing but a lab rat, a toy, a tool, that they can use to their disposal.
"Get up you have a very important mission today,"
Opening your cold, dead, emotionless, voids that they called eyes, silently thankful that you were awakened from another one of the many nightmares that seem to plague your subconscious.
Turing your head and your eyes and see the small, cold, white room, with nothing in it but the HYDRA soldier and you covered in a tattered blanket.
You get up from the cement floor, shake off the blanket, not saying a word you walk to the door hold out your hand behind you back, awaiting the cold, heavy, metal clamps.
But they never came. Instead you were ushered out the door heading straight towards the lab.
'This must be important,' you thought.
Throwing open the white metallic doors you were shoved inside and see your trainer Dr. Geniy and another scientist, Professor Besserdechnyy.
Doctor Geniy was a small, fit, kind, smart man with a white lab coat and glasses alway on him and soft, brown, curly hair, grey eyes. He was forced here with as much or maybe with more force as you were.
Professor Besserdechnyy was a tall, thin, fit, malicious man with slick black hair that was always gelled back and a black lab coat with black rubber gloves and boots in case of an "accident." He joined by choice.
"Эта миссия является наблюдать, извлекать и оставить , понимаете?" (This mission is a observe, retrieve, and leave, understand) the Professor hissed with a venomous, harsh tone.
"Да сэр, я понимаю,"(yes sir, I understand,) you say with a no hint of any emotion in your voice.
"Хорошо , соберите ваше оборудование и идти," (Good, get your equipment and go) he said with not another word walking out the door into the side of the where all the actual testings are.
"Будьте осторожны, пожалуйста," (Be careful, please) the Doctor says worryingly as he comes up to the side of of you and places a hand on you. You flinch at the contact.
He learned his lesson not to come up to up from behind and place hand on you.
"Не волнуйтесь, доктор, я буду в порядке," (Don't worry, Doctor, I'll be fine) you say to reassure him.
After going through the feeding and cleaning unit you were led to where your equipment was, along with your mask, headphones, and in another bin on the other side of the room was all of your other old things that you couldn't remember. They seemed vaguely familiar to you.
They erased all of you contacts, photos, and yes your memory, the only thing that wasn't erased was the music, surprisingly.
The doctor used to get you a present for your so called "birthday" but all you wanted was the music that was on you kindle. The only thing that you wanted from them was your music. They allowed it.
And, they let you keep all the empty shells of what used be your soul. Your sketchbook hidden in a pocket where no one knows, not even you, but you could get it later if you ever remembered.
Now is not the time to try to remember who you once were.
You had a new objective...
You had a new mission.