My ragged breathing was echoing in the empty cell, the sound too loud in my ears. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, I could barely move myself as I laid curled up under the bed. The cement floor was cold, but it felt like lava was running slowly and painfully slow in my veins, I felt over-heated.

Other Subjects that had been here the day before, when I came, were all gone. Somewhere throught my sleep I had suddenly smelt death, someone had died in their cell. I didn't think too much of it, in the morning the ones who lived through the night were all taken to somewhere, to testing or to training grounds. Pietro included. Of course he had been witty and crumpy, saying that even the prettiest people need beauty sleep.

I didn't know who he was talking about.

No one touched me thought, and I was glad because the moment the doors closed and my heart beat was the only thing in the cold facility, I was hit with another one of my many episodes.

My body went into seizure, my chest and back bursting into pain. My hands were numb as I stared at them wide eyed, startled that I could not control my body.

Cold sweat ran over my brow and down my cheek, followed by cold shivers rocking my body.

I was alone, all this time I had wanted to be alone, right? I didn't like when other Subjects spoke to me, nor when they turned their attention to me and I sure as hell did not like it when someone touched me. But then why did I crave someone's presence next to me in times like this? When I'm unable to control my own moments and my lungs feel as if they're going to turn into ash any second? I just feel the need to be close to someone, for somebody to help me over this sick feeling.

I flinched and almost cried out when the doors opened with loud hiss and the guards entered. I could smell their heavy armor miles away, they smelt always very clean and slightly metallic.
I could feel someone's cold fingers curl around my upper arm as I was roughly pulled out from under the bed. My breath hitched, my whole body was frozen and every movement sent jolts of pain down my spine.

I said nothing as I was dragged out of the empty glass room, cold sweat still covering my body.

I was thrust into a chair, to my surprise there were no straps being tightened around my wrists or ankles.
Small pinch in my neck made me stiffen in the seat, I could feel the cold liquid travel down my veins and soon I found myself relaxing slightly.

I kept my eyes forwards, staring at the table filled with small continents and different coloured liquids placed very carefully. At first sigh the table looked messy, but if to give it a second look, it's obvious everything on it was carefully organized.

“Do you think it's a good idea?” the woman who had stabbed Masinzky the day before voiced her thoughts, carefully stepping around the chair as she studied my features.

“Конечно, my darling Anna. It has lived throught everything so far, besides. That fool Masinzky had already started with the shots long ago. There's no reason we should stop now, моя любовь.” Budnikov said, placing the needle he had previously injected me with on the table carefully.

The woman who Budnikov referred to as Anna stopped in front of me, placing her arms on the armrests as she leaned closer. I refused to look her in the eyes. “But couldn't we just wait? I mean, he is almost, nearly teen? We could just wait with the growth spurt. Clearly these shots help, but it's going to damage the subjects heart. It already is, I think it's also making his lifespan shorter. Does he even age as normal person? Are you sure Masinzky made the receipts of the shots? He didn't give out much.” the woman grabbed my chin, forcing my face up as she took in my features, slightly touching the small scales on my neck that never went away.

Budnikov scoffed, writing something on a clipboard. “Of course Masinzky didn't make this Subject. Somebody else did, the old fool just wanted credit for it. And guess now we, my dear wife, get the credit. And who cares about its heart? We already have three more, yes, they are small and not fully... Human-like. But doesn't it make it all the more exiting? This ex-human being shared his blood to create more of his kind? He is just the start of it all, Anna.”
Budnikov put down the clipboard and pulled the woman away from me, wrapping her in his embrace.

“You and me are going to bring Hydra alive again. Just like our ancestors did, they failed. Now we must continue and succeed. We can't bother our minds with the likes of Beast. He is just an experiment, besides, he doesn't have feelings. His mind has been erased so many times I'm not sure he even knows what his hair colour is. Dont get attached to any of them, alright?” I could see Budnikov gripping Anna's wrists tightly as he looked deep into her eyes. He let go when the woman nodded sharply.

“good, they need to know their place.”
Budnikov put on his classes and rolled his chair closer to me. He grabbed my wrist and stuck needle in, drawing blood example. “Hydra was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What our ancestors did not realize, was that if you tried to take that freedom, they resist. So that makes it all the more challenging.” he pulled the needle out, ignoring the small droplets of blood that rested on my pale arm.

Anna nodded and took the small vital from Budnikov. “Guards! Bring in Number One from Alpha Project. Let's see does Project Beast recognize his own blood.”

I ignored my surroundings, sinking into my mind as I bitterly thought of killing them all. They got on my nerves. But even thought I was thirsty for their blood to run over my silver talons and sharp teeth, I knew that I was never going to kill them, they were The Creators. Unkillable masters. And Subjects don't kill their masters. They kill whoever master tells them to kill.

I realized my body wasn't stiff anymore as it had been all morning. I felt numb, my heart beat was slow and steady and my hands weren't shaking anymore.

An awful whining noise brought my attention away from my calmed down nerves as I let me senses roam.
A box was rolled in the room, I couldn't see what was in it, but if my senses weren't wrong they alerted me of another living presence.

Budnikov pulled the small creature out of the box, placing the small lizard on the table. “Project Beast, Komm jetzt her.” I pushed myself up, walking past Anna whose eyes were analyzing my every move I stopped beside the table.

There was an animal that resembled my dragon form. What a hideous small creature it was. It had dark red, nearly black scales as it stared up at me. Chirping as if it recognized me. It's blood red eyes were glowing, dangerous and ugly as it bobbed its head and stepped closer to me. Its small and useless wings were leathery as it dragged them behind.
It was an ugly little thing.

Budnikov placed a knife before me. “Off with its head. That's a command.” My body moved on its own accord as I gripped the knife and automatically sliced it throught the air, it connected with the small creatures neck and went right thought with a swift motion. It's head fell from its body with a small thump as blood the colour of its eyes poured on the table.

I placed the knife down and waited for my next command.

Budnikov looked down, staring at the body when suddenly it moved.

Small pump appeared on it, and out of the blue two heads grew on the body.
“Magnificent! Anna! Hydra is alive! And see? I told you Beast has no feelings. Now. We must train it for the next mission. We must eliminate Winter Soldier. That traitor was bound to be out of our ranks one day, I just didn't expect it to be so soon. Ah, guess his past caught up with him. But Super Soldiers are history, are they not my lovely Anna? If we have an army of hydras, how could they go against them? Oh Anna, we are going to save humanity.”

Soldat was my next mission? I felt bitter anger when I thought about that traitor. I wished he to die and what better way then through my own talons.

A small whisper made me shiver slightly, I wasn't sure was it out of excitement or fear. I never could understand those feelings.

“Hail hydra”

A/N

Not much Pietro in this chapter, but I promise you'll hear of him soon. Just wanted to enlighten you about HYDRAs plans and all.
Hope it cleared up some minor questions.