20
One Year Earlier
Several Miles Underground
Washington
Daisy found herself waking up with a strange cold sensation covering her body, as her eyes begun to open the light came through she could feel a odd breeze as if she was outside. A groan escaped her mouth, as she fully opened her eyes to see the fluorescent ceiling lights above her. Trying to move her hand she found that they were strapped down to the side of a table she was laying on, she gave them a pull but she could barely rise them up. Her internal reaction was to yell or shout but she knew better, yelling out would let it be known she was awake and a sliver of fear to what torture would occur next if they knew she was awake stopped her.
Turning her head she tried to take in her surroundings, she was no longer in the torture room, she in what appeared to be an empty white and grey room, there was a strange very clinical feel to the place.
At the thought that the room she was in could not just a clinically inclined room but medical room, possibly an operating room and possible the next phrase of torture for her. With more force she tried to pull at the straps on her arms and legs, then she begun to slide herself on the table but discovered that her middle was also strapped down.
“No…” She whispered to herself hopelessly.
Inside Daisy begun to feel fear like she had never felt, she was completely alone and no-one was going to help, the people she loved and trusted the most were the ones involved in this, and all her friends had no idea she was even there.
A sob escaped her mouth uncontrollably.
But then a thought came into her head, that she really had no clue what was happening, she knew that her Father and sister were keen for her to see their side of things but she didn’t know what all this was in aid of, was it to wear her down, exhaust her, use emotional and physical torture to make her ‘join’? She realised one of of two things; none were going to kill her and that if she played along she could get away and stop what they were doing.
Looking up to the light above her, she begun to think quickly, she knew that in order to convince her family that she part of their wonderful Hydra she really going to have make them believe but she knew she also had to make it look as if she had really been joined.
Taking a deep breath Daisy begun to shout and scream for help.
“Somebody help me!” Her voice was hoarse but loud. “Somebody help me!”
It didn’t take long for someone to come into the room.
In a long white doctor coat, wearing his small round glasses and having a strong chemical like smelling aftershave Doctor Whitehall walked over to the table she lay on.
“Doctor Pierce, you do have a good set of lungs on you, don’t you?” A sly smile played on his thin lips.
Turning her head as far she could manage to look Whitehall. “Whats happening? Where’s my Father? My sister? Please let me out.” Her voice was pained and strained, Daisy was trying her best to look terrified and to try to make Whitehall think she was going to be easily pacified to join Hydra.
Putting his hands behind his back he walked closer to the table and looked down her, his head tilting slightly to the side. “Doctor Pierce, I truly envy you, you one of the luckiest girls ever created.”
Not speaking her eyes scanned him, the closeness of him and his strange creepy press made Daisy extremely uncomfortable, even without the fact that she strapped down on a table.
“Ooooh, please don’t look frightened, you’ll understand very soon, when I’m finished with you today, you will finally start to reach your potential.”
Whitehall stepped back from the table and the table flipped up right, putting Daisy into at first an upright position, the speed in which this was done caused her head to spin. She flicked her eyes around quickly, seeing that it was just her and Whitehall alone in the room, straight ahead that was a mirror, which instantly she knew why it was where; she was being observed by than likely her sister and father. She tried to focus, to see if she could see anything through the mirror, but from the floor a device rose up and went in front of her. Her eyes couldn’t focus at her first but when they did it was a small screen flashing in front of her.
“I consider it a great privilege doing this.” Doctor Whitehall said from beside her. “Being the one will break you.”
Daisy swallowed. I can do this; she told herself. You just have to play along…just play along.
“Your Father, I owe him a great deal.” Whitehall told her. “Releasing me from Rat in 1989, knowing that I was the best person for the job to help start his new work and letting me continue my own.” Shaking his head and smile at a memory. “I knew the day would come that someone like your father and sister would see that Hydra was so much more and had the vision to take the next step.”
Flipping her eyes she tried to look at Whitehall but couldn’t see him.
From the side of screen two mirrors flipped out and came to the side of face and reflecting the screen, creating a strange bouncing picture effect. Then in front of her images flashed up, none that she make out careful but they kept repeating, slowly she begun to see them. Images of Hydra and WW2, of The Red Skull, flicking, slow and then fast.
Though she knew her intention was play along and convince Whitehall she ‘broken’, Daisy asked. “Hydra propaganda? Really?”
In a stern serious voice Whitehall replied. “Wait.”
Film footage and images of international world events begun flashing up, presidential murders, political murders, deaths, explosions, fires, bombing, flooding, storms, riots, fighting, famine, sick and diseased all flashed up again and again, which slowly begun being interjected with other footage contacting with Hydra, showing major events over the last century were all caused and created by Hydra. Watching it Daisy feel a jolt of panic, her mind was trying to process it all, trying to put logic to everything, put reason to how it was possible, but finding it hard because it kept appearing before her, again and again, with more detail. Then more Hydra propaganda was thrown in, though it was bizarrely a relief from the other some of the other images.
This fact begun to worry Daisy because she knew this was part of the breaking.
In her head Daisy begun to create a safe place, the safe place was her being in India, working, doing the work she enjoyed, work she knew was doing good, work that had nothing to do with Hydra or SHIELD and was based only on the work of herself and others. Her memories of being with he family and children, being the Doctors helping the people in the country, simple and mundane things but wonderful things that had made her feel as the world was a great and wonderful place. This little pocket place was hers, she knew as long as she had that, she could carry on with the plan, she could do it…she could do it.