Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
DATE: 10 - AUGUST - 2002
She always used to like spiders, they never bit her even when she touched them, if she saw one in the corridor, she would tug at the person who was carrying her and babble nonsense and point at it. They would drop her near it and she would pick it up, putting it on her shoulder and giggle if it moved around.
She would soon get picked up again and taken to wherever she was meant to go.
Today she didn’t get a spider, she was in a room and on a bed. But someone came around the corner.
“Раз уж ты так любишь пауков.” ("Since you love spiders so much.") The girl said, and she could see a jar of spiders in her hands. She wasn’t going to lie, but the jar was a little scary. “Вот вам особенный подарок на день рождения.” ("Here's a special birthday present for you.") As the lady advanced she squirmed, but two big hands rested on her shoulders, holding her down and whispering that it would be ok.
“Нет.” ("No.") She babbled. She may like spiders but not that much. But the lady must not have heard her because she sprinkled them onto her head and they crawled all over her.
She screamed as the spiders bit her, a wail escaping her mouth. All the spiders all over her. It was not very fun. She thrashed around and grabbed onto the other man's arm, tugging on the fabric he was wearing.
“Стойте! Они мне не нужны!” ("Stop! I don't want them!") But once again, the people just couldn’t hear her!
Through tears, she looked around and crawled on the bed to try and get down, she could see a man in the corner of the room, looking at her with a blank face. She tried to crawl closer to the person but a hand fell off the bed and she tumbled backwards. She bet that many spiders got squashed.
The continuous biting made her squeal and look at the people just watching her.
Not very nice of them.
DATE: 1 - FEBRUARY - 2008
The words make Her forget everything; They are a psychological torture and make Her mind blank, a feeling of a little ant going into Her skull and eating at every little good memory She has and turning Her into a submissive person to do anything. Sometimes She forgets what She does but they eventually come back, they always do.
People around Her get carried away with this knowledge of Her state and it’s not always Her doing anything, but it happens to Her. It’s the uncleanliness of the feeling afterwards, but She acts so happy during it, she has to. When She has to help them it’s not so bad. They say She’s good, so it’s a small light.
She’s good.
DATE: 7 - JULY - 2010
He woke up, he opened his eyes, he sat up in bed, he got out of bed, he stood by the door and he waited; hands behind his back and face downcast, brown curly hair- greasy hair covering his face. And he waited.
There was a routine to play by and he had it memorised. Wake up - Wait until you are excused - Breakfast - Training - Lunch - Training - Hose down - Sleep. Each training might be different. It could be hand-on-hand combat, weaponry, keeping up to date with his trigger words or aiding with a mission, though these days the aiding has been getting less and less for him, more often than not he won't be getting out with the others and just being tested on. Actually that's a lie, just the other day he was frozen. Something about testing ‘to see if he will survive it’. He did.
He went out with ‘Winter Soldier' the day before and was told to kill anyone who got in his way. He did really well and didn’t miss a single person.
DATE: SEPTEMBER - 28 - 2010
Every time there was someone who needed to be protected, they would use him to protect them. He’s flexible, agile, quiet and does it well. They seem to like that about him so he’s happy about that.
DATE: MAY - 30 - 2011
He killed someone today on his own. He wasn’t allowed to know their name. When he got back to his hose-down they said his assassination was perfectly executed and that he will be doing it many more times.
DATE: 16 - MARCH - 2012
He woke up, he opened his eyes, he sat up in bed, he got out of bed, he stood by the door and he waited; hands behind his back and face downcast, brown curly hair- greasy hair covering his face; It’s past his cheekbones, coming up to his jawline. And he waited.
His cell was always neat. It had to be tidied before breakfast, nothing on the floor, cot made up, that was it really, he didn’t have much; Even if he was one of the most important, he didn’t get special treatment. He heard whispers of ‘Winter Soldier’. To him they’re not whispers, he knows ‘Winter Soldier’. An asset like himself. They train together because he is the only one that can give the Soldier a little bit of a challenge. They also have lunch together afterwards. One bowl of porridge each, adjusted to their metabolisms personally. Five years ago ‘Winter Soldier’ told him he remembered his name, James Buchanan Barnes, but he calls him Oлень (Deer) , in private obviously mostly; after he has been getting stronger and his hits are getting more and more powerful (the past two years their fights have been getting more interesting as he has been getting stronger, not by much though.) so he says a little passing ‘Простите, Oлени.’ ('Sorry, deer') when he seemed to get the man quite well. Олень also has a cool nickname for him: Мои маленькие паутинки (My little webs). Every time he got back from a new assassination, he would tell Oлени about it, though he wouldn't seem very happy when saying it, he had too. He’s not sure why he isn’t happy these days, he used to be so proud of what he does, but now, not so much.
DATE: 18 - MARCH - 2012
He was frozen for a day; he doesn’t know why but he was. The next day he was brainwashed again. The wipes are quite frequent these days, and each time he is getting more violent, they are shaping him to be perfect, so he is being perfect for them, doing whatever they want.
DATE?: 20 ? - APRIL ? - 2012 ?
He is The Atrax Robustus. Атракс робустус.
DATE: 29 - NOVEMBER - 2014
It’s just him, Oлень left. He’s happy for him; getting out of here is all that he thought about now. Oлень left two months ago and he was frozen for a month of it and when he woke up he was in a new area. It’s the second time he has moved placement, but the first time he didn’t have Oлень with him.
They now say he is the most powerful in HYDRA (not that he knew he already was before. Oлень also knew it, but didn’t want to tarnish his ego to his маленькие паутины. (Little webs) ), and they take him on missions bi-daily, also getting more and more assassinations given to him.
DATE: UNKNOWN
Атракс робустус is no one now. He is not his own person. He doesn’t see anyone outside personal missions. He wakes up, he opens his eyes, he is dragged out of bed, he has breakfast alone, he is experimented on, he is taken on a mission, he gets back, he sleeps.
DATE:
Атракс робустус kill. Kill this, kill that, kill them, protect us, move, get ready, fire.
Утро ; Morning
Четырнадцать ; Fourteen
Аптека ; Pharmacy
Принтер ; Printer
Три ; Three
Выходные ; Weekend
Шесть ; Six
Успокаивающий ; Soothing
Вместе ; Together
Скрепка ; Paperclip
He’s best at using knives.
DATE!: ?!?
It was sharp in his ears, startling and piercing as red overcame his vision along with the sirens. His Handler was swarming into his room and shiving any weapon into his arms, when he stood up a bullet proof vest was strapped on him, pockets filled with ammunition. A thigh holster held four knives, two needle points, two spear points and a simple pistol; a chest holster similar but with two machetes on his back, crossed over.
“Вытащите меня отсюда. Жив, солдат.” "Get me out of here. Alive, soldier.") His Handler ordered with a shove on his back, only after clasping a mask over his face to cease all talking from him -it keeps his teeth together and he can’t move them apart-.
He guided the lady into the corridor out the front of his cell, listening for his next order.
“Убивайте всех, кто встанет у вас на пути. Неважно, кто они. Убей их.” ("Kill anyone who gets in your way. It doesn't matter who they are. Kill them.") She seethed behind him, her breath ruffling his curls. Even though he couldn’t verbally respond, his nod was all her confirmation, and they were off. The hallway behind them getting longer and longer. His first victim of the night was a HYDRA guard who didn’t deserve it, but an order is an order.
Reaching his arm out he slammed the man's head into a wall, a dint forming not only in the brick but also the man's skull, blood seeping from the split skin, and in a simple motion he snapped the guards' neck, dropping him onto the floor and moving on, pulling his Handler along with him. Assuming he was taking her outside he took the next left up the stairs. A new person was standing up at the top, and they had a gun, pointing at him which isn’t very nice. A slick movement and he had one of his needle tipped knives in his hand and thrown at the stranger, landing in their neck. He crouched when going further up the steps to get his knife back, careful to keep one hand on the lady behind him at all times, just making sure. His hand wasn’t enough though seeing as just a moment later, she slipped from it and fell backwards down the stairwell.
Without thinking twice he jumped down and flung a web at her and pulled the body towards himself before landing on the ground. A once-over aided in telling him that she was dead with a shot to the head, not that he cares so much. He didn’t know what to do from here on, be there was an air of release. He doesn’t know why but what he does know is that it is dangerous; He is a weapon and needs someone to keep him in line, needs anyone to make sure he is up to date with his routines.
Around him everyone was running back and forth, going from lab to lab with guns and any weapons they could get their hands on. Someone ran past him and he grabbed them by their hair after seeing they held a machine gun; They turned around with their fists raised but quickly became cowardly after seeing who it was.
He tilted his head at the man.
“Атракс робустус чем я могу вам помочь?” ("Atarax, Robustus, how can I help you?") There was a stutter in the sentence with his obvious fear.
Because he couldn't say anything to the scared person he reached out and grabbed the gun, before taking the safety off and advancing back up the stairs; When he passed the man who was holding his blade, he crouched down and pulled it out of their throat and wiping it clean on their clothes before securing it back in his holster.
The gun was safely secured under his armpit and barely anyone got in his way, only few casings and bodies in his wake. In front of him he heard a commotion, talk of Avengers, infiltration and he could hear screams, not from his doing and that intrigued him. He has heard of the avengers and his Handler has made him write a full breakdown of all of them. He has watched many of their fights in the past so he knows most about them, but not all. He didn’t need to watch them, he knew he could beat them with minimal damage to his own being, but the unit insisted. Quickly he ducked behind a wall and dragged the closest dead body with him as a shield and peaked behind the corner. At the other end of the plastered hallway he could see the suit of armour, red and gold conversing with Hawkeye and Captain America. Out of the three of them, Captain had his back facing him while Metal man and Brave were facing his direction, just not seeing. From what he could hear (Everything) it was a plan of who was going to do what.
Атракс робустус plan was a little different than theirs.
With the body he had in his arms he pushed it into the hallway as a distraction before crawling up the wall and onto the roof at the corner. With his spot on the roof and his black clothes and the dark lighting, his place was perfect for viewing. Rodgers was inching forward with the shield protecting him while Barton and Stark stayed back. The archer had an arrow nocked and ready. He himself was upside down, with the commando safety off. Aimed directly at the Captain's head. He took his shot when he had it but the Cap heard the shot and rolled out of the way, looking to his left to find the assaulter but finding nothing. Iron Man and Hawkeye came running up to Steve and took his 4 O’Clock and 8 O’Clock
“The bullet came from your left.” Said Tony, from the left, looking around every corner, but still not up. “Don’t split up, stay here and wait for the next bullet.”
Атракс tilted his head to the side and sent a bullet in between his ankles and the dropped bullet casing from the sky made him look up, seeing him on the corner of the wall, now crawling on the ceiling coming right towards them.
“What the fu- Frick.” Tony gasped while aiming his repulsors at him.
The two others turned and looked at him, Clint's arrow now pointed above them as he dropped down in front of them and sweeped their legs out from under them and smashed the end of his commando at Clint's nose, effectively breaking it.
He felt the tingle down his spine and craned his neck to see what was coming. What it was was a red, silver and blue shield, easily caught with one hand and thrown to the side. The owner of the shield got up and stood in front of him, landing a jab to his cheek. In retaliation he jerked his knee up into the soldier's stomach and pushed him backwards before kicking him into the wall on his chest.
“What the hell is this kid?” Steve gasped out after the winding.
From Clint's place on the ground behind the boy he kicked the back of his legs, causing him to tumble forward.
When he caught himself the archer straddled his back and Iron Man aimed a repulser at his head. Steve came up to him and crouched down.
“He’s pretty small.” The man was examining him while he just glared. He was used to being stared at, but he wasn’t small; He hasn’t gone through all of this just to be called small.
With all the space he had in his muzzle all he could let out was a snarl at them.
“Maybe he doesn’t like being called small, hey small boy?” Tony mocked him, making him whip his head towards the talker.
“You just can’t keep your mouth shut, can y-” Clint began before he pushed him off his back as he stood up and threw the armoured man across the room. Before he could get off the wall he pounced on him, scaling his body and wrapping a thigh around his neck to choke him as he tried to rip his helmet off. It didn’t work but it was worth a try. He heard a little voice from the metal man though and leaned in, hearing it as a communication device inside the helmet.
“Tony, what is going on?!”
“Is anyone hurt?”
“Is backup needed?”
“Hey Cap? Tell us what’s happening!”
His whole team was worried about the well-being of their teammates. The thought posed as a distraction though as it turns out because a sharp blow landed the side of his skull and he was tumbling off of Iron Man's face and into the arms of another person- Hawkeye. It was a plan as it turned out to get him down and probably out so they can get whatever it was that they were looking for in the first place if there was one.
Hawkeye spoke into the comms first. “Uh yeah, can we actually get Big Green in here? Cap can’t hold on to this slimy thing.” Clint decided to ignore his glare he sent him after that it seems.
He was wriggling in the hold of all three of them.
“You know the big boy is out of business, Clint.”
“Come on!” The archer winged.
His eyes widened to saucers as a hand came up to his face and to the side of his head where the buckle for his mask is. He was told that nothing is permitted to touch his mask other than the skin of his face and his breath, not if he could help it, so this can be helped and he will obey the orders.
And it turns out that Captains weak spot really is around his legs. Around being a specific spot. Right between his legs.
The distraction was enough for him to curl up and drop to the floor with a thud and crawl away.
“For God's sake!” Iron Man's annoyance was evident in his tone with him getting away again. “Please just stay here with a cherry on top?” Tony called out to him as he slinged down the hallway, narrowly only getting slightly nicked on the side with a blast of a repulser. “Slippery bugger.” Stark muttered under his breath as he left around the corner.
Once he got back to his cell, he found three guards waiting for him. “Soldat, come with us.” With his prime knowledge of knowing better then to disobey, even if he can overpower them in multiple ways, he followed submissively. He wanted to speak but his mask will forever limit this; Always his need to speak up has been pushed to the back of his mind, the constant reminder for him to stay in line and to not stop being the good boy he is.
“With your handler being dead,” So they know. “You will be taken to another corporation. A bag has been packed and you will leave at 2100; Current time: 1848”
He nodded in return even though he knows that they can’t see, it’s a default for him, a training drilled into his head to respect everyone because no matter who he is with they will always be above him; Doesn’t matter that he is the highest ranked assassin apparently.
“For the time being you will stay in your cell and we will collect you at 2045. Будьте готовы.”
To say that in the end he would be ok with this constant change in placement with different people is just not correct in any aspect. If it happened say, every 3 years he could get behind it, though who is he kidding? He can’t even remember what year it is.