The sound of a door shutting echoed through the floor and I stirred softly, blearily opening my eyes to find tears in my eyes. I tried to sit up shakily, but my hand slipped on something on the floor and I tumbled back down. However, before my face could hit the solid ground, a figure darted towards me and caught me. I could smell the metallic scent of blood and felt dampness on one of my legs, my foggy brain trying to piece together what was happening.

I reached up with a shaky hand and rubbed my blurry eyes, making out the shape of someone's legs on either side of me and I slowly worked out that my head was on someone's lap. I twisted my head slightly, but struggled to see the face of who it was when all of the curtains in the room were drawn, blocking out the morning light. They put a hand under my neck and a hand under my knees, lifting me up slowly and gently. My head lolled against their chest, bouncing gently as they walked. They only walked a couple of paces before the figure bent over and lay me on a bed. The bed wasn't too soft but it was better than laying on the floor, although I knew for certain it wasn't my bed.

The figure disappeared into a side room came back with something in their hand as they sat down the end of the bed, causing it to dip slightly. They lifted up my leg and carefully wrapped a towel around the middle of my calf. I tried to watch, but my head felt too heavy and I had to let it fall back into the pillows.

"This might hurt." The figure spoke in a rough voice after a couple of minutes of silence and looked down as best as I could just as I felt a little prick in my calf. It didn't hurt bad, but I also couldn't feel what I assumed was a wound in my leg that was causing the strong smell of blood. I didn't know how I had gotten it, and I couldn't exactly be bothered to think how.

There were more tiny pricks along my calf for several minutes and I struggled to stay awake as the figure stitched my wound. When they were finished, they gently wiped the towel along my calf before opening up a small little container of rubbing alcohol. The figure looked at me briefly before gently dabbing it onto the wound. I tensed, pain finally flaring, and the figure carefully held me down as I squirmed. They carefully wiped away my tears before standing up and opening up the curtains, causing me to wince from the harsh sunlight.

I finally caught a glimpse of the figure and saw that it was a man with longish, slightly wavy, brown hair that went down to his shoulders. Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. He pinned the curtains back in their place and I slowly sat up, trying not to move my injured leg to much as I watched the man.

"Stay in bed as long as you can." The main said in his rough voice as he began to walked towards the door. "And don't tell anyone I was here."

I didn't know how that was possible when I didn't even know who he was, but I nodded regardless. I watched him walk out of my room, shutting the door behind me, leaving me in the light of the slowly rising sun.

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I had fallen asleep at some point, probably my body's natural reaction to the wound. I managed to get myself out of bed, pulling up the white top that was soaked in my blood to see that the wound was basically gone, only a faint red mark remaining. I couldn't be bothered to question how it had healed so quickly, but I just guessed that maybe it hadn't been as bad as I first thought.

I opened up the cupbaord that I noticed was pushed against the dirty cream walls of the room and found another white loose top. I threw it on, disguarding the bloody one on the floor. I cautiously opened up the room leading out of the room and found that ot opeed up to a brightly lit room. A couple of were walking around completely dressed in black, none of them paying attention to me. They all looked around teenagers and I began to wonder if I was in some sort of school, and I didn't even want to question how I found my there.

I didn't know where to go or where the nearest exit was, so I decided to follow where the majority of the teenagers seemed to be going. They all walked down a set of stairs and joined in a much larger flow of people moving in both directions. My eyes darted around as I tried to get any concept of where we were going, but even as I slowly down my pace a little, I was pushed and shoved around.

I managed to press myself against the wall and watched with a pounding heart as everyone walked past me. Someone knocked me away from the wall and I stumbled back into the flow of people, a couple elbowing me in my still sensitive wound.

Eventually, the flow split off and I went with the person closest to me, following them through an open door to a darkened room. I looked around and saw several other people already inside doing what seemed like hand-to-hand combat.

"Agent!" A voice yelled suddenly and I jumped, trying to squint through the darkness to see someone striding towards me. I scrambled backwards and the person continued to walk towards me until I was pinned against the wall next to the still open door.

"это не твоя комната." The person standing in front of me snapped and there was only a slight pause in my mind before it translated it. "This isn't your room."

"Sorry." I murmured, darting away from the person. I moved out of the door and joined back in with the flow of people. I walked past all of the other open doors, not wantign to get yelled at again. The crowd began to lessen out, the further I walked until I was the only one walking through the hallways of the school or whatever this was.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and I spun around to see a man marching towards me dressed in the same black clothes as everyone else I had seen, except one of the sleeves was torn, revealing a shining metal arm. I immediately recognised his face from earlier this morning, but something about his metal arm made him even more familiar, though I couldn't quite place it.

He walked up towards me just as I heard a door open somewhere along the hallway, causing him to grab me and drag me around a corner. My eyes widened in fear and the man held me against the wall, thankfully not with his metal hand.

"подними мое пламя".

I found the Soldier pinning me against a wall, one of his hands gripping my shoulder tightly. I shoved him off me, instinct kicking in, but he didn't fight back, stepping away a couple of steps.

"You're late for training." He said in his usual gruff voice. "Strucker isn't happy."

The words caused worry to bubble in my stomach, but I kept my face cool and straight. I nodded and he walked around a corner, leaving me to follow him. As I walked, I became aware that I could feel a coolness underneath my feet and I looked down to see that I was barefoot. What was worse though was the fact that I was wearing a pair of loose grey pants and a simple white top, the complete opposite of the training gear I was meant to be in. I had a vague memory of changing into these clothes, but that was it. My memory had been quite horrible lately.

The Soldier opened up a door in the hallway and stepped inside, and as I followed him, I immediatley saw Strucker standing in the middle of the basiclaly pitch black room. If it hadnt't been for my enhanced genetics, I probably wouldn't have been able to see.

"B12." The tone of Strucker's voice was not good. "Where have you been?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but realised that I actually didn't know. I tried to rack my brain, but I couldn't come up with an answer, and had to shut my mouth and stay silent. There was a heavy sigh from Strucker and he gestured with his fingers, causing the Soldier to pull me into a sharp headlock. Instinct flared and I struggled, about to draw up the fire bubbling in my stomach.

"I won't tolerate your silence." Strucker stepped towards me and I stopped struggling. "Where were you this morning?"

"I don't know." I replied, knowing the truth wsa probably better than lying.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Strucker demanded.

"I can't remember." I replied and he reached out, grabbing my chin and looking at me closely. Pain flared in my jaw, but I didn't struggle.

"Zola." Strucker called out and Zola hurried away from the back wall of the room, his usual tablet in his hand. "What are he vitals?"

"Normal." Zola replied, swiping through the tablet. "Everything is as it should be."

Strucker moved my head to the side, continuing to peer at me, but slowly dropped my face, waving his hand for the Soldier to let me go. I stepped back away from both of them and rubbed my neck softly, my eyes darting between them both. Strucker waved his hand as he walked away, and the Soldier launched at me again.

The whole of training I stayed on the defensive, in no position to attack without any weapons. I managed to leave with only a cut cheek that probably would need stitches and a twisted ankle, which was pretty good considering I didn't have any weapons.

Stucker made me use the healing serum again, my whole body burning from it, but healing all of the wounds from the Soldier. However, before I could leave to go grab some lunch, Strucker grabbed my arm and pulled me back. The Soldier spun back around, his body tense and I instinctivly balled my fists, before realising it wouldn't be best to punch Strucker.

"Wait outside Soldier." Strucker said and I swung my head around to see him nod and walk out of the door. Strucker dragged me out after him, going the opposite way in the hallway, I struggled to stay on my feet. He pulled me into a lift, Zola following hurriedly.

When the lift opened up again, I had no idea where we were. Stucker yanked me out of the lift and pulled me into a grey room with a single chair in the middle and big metal clamps above the headrest. Something about it struck a familiar chord in me and I locked my knees, only for Strucker to kick the back in to keep me moving. I didn't know how I kned the chair, but I knew it was bad. I struggled harder against Stucker and he swung a fist into my jaw, not enough to break it, but enough to stun me.

He threw me into the chair and Zola held me down as metal bands clamped around my hands. My ears rang from the force of Strucker's punch, and I faintly tasted blood in my mouth. There Zola pressed something on the control panel next to the chair and I heard a whirring above my head. Panic flared through me and I tried to summon up my fire, but something about the metal bands around my wrists held it back.

The clamps near the top of my head pressed on either side of my forehead and a static electricity sound began to crackle through my head. The sound filled my brain and turned everything fuzzy and blank inside until I couldn't even think of anything anymore. I thrashed around on the chair and the metal clamps pressed into my skull harder, causing me to scream in pain. The sound of a jackhammer echoes through my skull and it began to feel like someone was stabbing my brain repeatedly. I screamed loudly, thrashing around desperately as it felt like my brain wanted to explode. The preassure buillt up in my head and I felt blood beginning to grip down my nose, filling my mouth with a metallic taste.

Suddenly, it all just stopped. The bands around my hands unclipped and I tumbled off the chair, collpasing on the ground and spitting blood out of my mouth. I tried to sit up, but my whole body was trembling too much. Someone pulled me up roughly off the ground and I I found myself looking into the face of Strucker.

"Don't lie to me again." He replied, gesturing something to Zola, who hurried over to the door and opened it up, letting the Soldier back in. Strucker quite literally threw my trembling, weak body at the Soldier, who managed to roughly catch me with his enhanced reflexes.

"Take her back to her room."Strucker ordered the Soldier before he looked down at me where I was leaningheavily against the Soldier's front. "You have another task soon B12, rest up."