DayBreak
Chapter 4: Daybreak
The electric pulses shot through his body at a rapid pace, and his finger dug into the armrest. His back arched away from the metal that he was strapped too. When the scientist turned off the machine, Bucky slouched back against the chair. His best heaving up and down quickly as he tried to catch his breath. It had been years since he’d felt pain like that, and it brought every single memory to the forefront of his brain. His eyes closed and he kept his teeth clenched as he tried to tell himself to relax.
Yeah right. Relax. How the fuck did he relax at a time like this?
He was trying to gather his thoughts as he felt a sting across his cheek. Opening his eyes he could tell the scientist had backhanded him, yet again. His gaze narrowed at the daring old man. “Don’t you think you can quit now,” the scientist spoke at him, “this is just step one. You will be the Fist of Hydra once more.” Bucky glared at the scientist. “Where is your arm soldier?” The scientist asked. Bucky smirked at him. “I asked you a question,” the scientist asked angrily, quickly loosing patience with the soldier. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” the scientists spoke with a venom in his voice. Bucky held the smirk on his face, his gaze never leaving the scientists. “Or what? You’ll shock me again? You’ll break me?” Bucky asked and then let out a laugh, “Oh right, you’ll kill me.” Bucky then spit at the scientist, probably not the best idea, but it seemed right at the moment. The scientist lunged forward grabbing Bucky by the through, banging his head off the head rest behind him. Bucky’s smirk fell, and he kept his gaze locked with the scientists. “Oh I wont kill you, Barnes,” he spoke dangerously low, his hand tightening around Bucky’s throat, cutting off his air supply. “I’ll make you beg for death. I’ll make you beg for the darkness we always kept you in.”
The scientist let go of his throat and backed up. Bucky coughed and quickly sucked in a breath of air. His chest rising and falling as he watched the men before him. As the scientist approached the machine’s controls, Bucky watched as he cranked the volume up on the machine, before anyone could protest he flipped the switch on. Bucky instantly screamed in pain, his hand instantly gripping again on the arm rest, as waves of electric shocks flooded through his body. His entire body arched up off the chair this time as his screams echoed through the laboratory.
After what felt like an eternity, one of the soldiers rushed over to the scientist and insisted that he turn the machine off before he killed their hostage. The scientists responded with a quick back hand to the soldier, but he did move to turn the machine off. The minute the machine was switched off, Bucky collapsed into the chair, pain wrecked through his body, and through labored breathing he found himself hoping that Steve was on his way. Bucky only opened his eyes when he felt something trickling down his upper lip. “See!” The female soldier responded to the scientists, as a coppery metallic taste filled Bucky’s mouth. The female soldier quickly grabbed a cloth and wiped the blood from his nose and upper lip. The scientist quickly pushed her away, pinning her up against a nearby wall. “He is not a pet,” the scientist growled at her, “he’s to be broken. The sooner the better. Command wants their Winter Soldier back, and they will get him.”
Bucky swallowed roughly, he couldn’t move even if he wanted too. He didn’t remember the chair leaving him feeling like this ever before. He thought Shuri had helped him to remember it all, that they had unlocked everything from his brain. The female soldier pushed away from the scientist and took her position back by the chair. “Take him out of my sight,” The scientists spat angrily. The two soldiers moved quickly to take the restraints off Bucky, and they stood him up from the chair. Bucky leaned heavily against them, but his arm slipped over the woman’s shoulders as they walked toward the door. The scientists had turned his back on them, scribbling into his notebook as they disappeared out the door.
Quickly they walked through the facility, back towards Bucky’s room. The old faithful room that he had spent countless nights wishing he had been dead. Countless nights when he had wished they kept him in the total darkness, so that he didn’t hate himself for all the awful things they had made him do. Each step he took towards that room, the heavier he felt. The more his feet did not want to move. A few feet from his cell, Bucky tripped, or so it would seem to anyone watching them. The two soldiers caught him before he fell, and his arm slipped around the woman’s waist as they hauled him back up to stand on his feet. “Thanks,” Bucky mumbled as they moved onwards towards his cell door. As the male soldier opened his door, Bucky moved his fingers quickly, unhooking the keys from the females’ hip as he offered her a small smile. “Thank you for that earlier,” he spoke but the male pulled him away from her and pushed him into his cell.
Bucky stumbled into his cell, barely able to catch himself as he kept the keys hidden into his hand. He flinched for a moment as he heard the metal door closed roughly behind him. Bucky slipped his hand into his pocket, hiding the keys as he walked slowly towards the bed. Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed, and it didn’t take him long to lay back on the hard surface. There was no pillow to go under his head, hell, he was lucky that there was even a thin mattress on his bed. Just as much as his head was swirling with thoughts, his body was wrecked with pain. Bucky glanced over at the window, seeing that it was pitch dark outside. He’d lost track of time.
Every inch of his body was screaming in pain, yet all he could do was close his eyes and hope that sleep would consume him soon. It didn’t take long for the soldier to fall asleep, his body was wrecked. If felt like he had only been asleep for minutes when his hand dragged down his face. Morning sunlight was streaming in through his window. He closed his eyes once more, hooking his arm over his face to shield his eyes.
Daybreak.
Another day for him to be trapped in this hellhole.
He should have thought his plan out better, but there was no use in worrying about that now. All he could worry about was how he was going to get out of here. How he was going to escape from Hydra once again. And hope like hell it was before they figured out how to break him once more.