The monsters in your heart threaten to come out. It clouds your head next and soon it swallows you whole.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Just needing more ammo for our guns, we get escorted back to the weapon room. Back down the dark dingy grey halls again, taking twists and a few turns until we arrive in front of a metal door. The rust gripped onto the now matted metal showing it's use and age. A hand clad in black leather gloves snake around from behind me and grabs the handle with force.

The hand pushes the door open wide, before retrieving it back to its original place. I walk in first, heading straight to the guns and ammo section. A small echo erupts the room from our boots hitting the concrete beneath us. We stop just before the chests and gun racks in front of us. Reaching out I open one chest and take the correct ammo needed for my guns. I place them strategically around myself in holders, so in mid fight I can quickly grab one and re-place it from the old empty one.

I look over to other guy and see he had placed the sniper rifle on the table next to him. He opened the chest in front of him and was copying my same movements, getting the correct ammo and placing them in holders around his body. Once he was done his hands holds the chest lid and closes it shut. He turns and faces forward towards his handler. I do the same, shuffling my feet so I face my handler. The handlers don't cuff our hands but they aim guns at us and order us to move forward.

Exiting the weapon room the both of us get dragged and pushed to our next destination. Guards all around us as always, escorting us everywhere we go. The same looking hall ways greet us every turn we make, wether it was left or right. The only difference was the old blood splatters that stained the walls and the chipped pieces of concrete that in some way had fallen off.

One more sharp, right, turn lead us down a dead end with only one door in the far back wall. This door was metal, but it was new, the shinny surface reflecting what little light we had hanging from the ceiling on the ground a few feet away from us. As we get closer the more adrenalin pumps through my veins and around my body. My power growing stronger at the thought of being used again. The feeling exciting me, but I don't show it.

Before we get to the door it opens to it's full potential. When I set one foot into the room, I immediately feel the change in atmosphere. The person that is our mission is a big deal. The fact we are sent means that the person is a really big threat to Hydra. If they weren't, Hydra would of sent a rookie to learn how to kill with out emotion. To learn how To kill with out any remorse, to see if the testing had worked. Almost a hundred percent of the time it never did. That left me and Winter once more at the most elite Soliders Hydra ever created.

When both of us are fully in the room the door shuts behind us with a loud 'Bang!'. We get pulled apart roughly. I get pushed towards a metal container with glass all around it, with a metal chair in the middle and away from any of the walls. Bright, almost Pearl white, lights attached to the ceiling shinning light in every crevice possible.

Walking into the metal box, I get shoved downwards into the chair in the centre of the cell like container. These metal crane like belts comes over and just covers my shoulders before locking on. Another belt comes over and restrains my right metal arm, a shock gets sent through to my arm and it goes dead. The feeling of heavy metal on my shoulder doubled. It happens to my left leg as well another feeling of a dead weight adds onto my hip where my vibranium leg is attached to.

Lastly, the final metal belts gets dragged across my wrists fully locking them to the uncomfortable arm rest making sure I can't move them at all. I look up once they were done and see the guy, that I heard they call solider or Winter, sitting in an identical container to myself. The only difference is that he doesn't have a belt around his leg like mine and his metal arm is his left one so he has a belt on the left not right.

As if he could sense me looking him over, he too looks up and meets my eyes. His eyes tear away from mine and rake over my body assessing my container too. He notices my leg and stares at it intensely as if he was trying to figure something out. Yet he couldn't.

A jolt forward takes Winter out of his trance and back into the real world. We notice we were getting pushed out of the room and into trucks with a plumbing logo on it. Once wheeled in I hear a click telling me I was securely in place. The guards walk round to the side door and opens it, climbing in was about eight of them, and sat down. Their guns out and in hands, heavy duty helmets apon their heads ready for an attack to happen at any time.

Two more guards get in the front of the truck, one in the drivers seat and the other as protection if something does happen. The guard in the drivers seat sticks the keys in the ignition and turns it, making the vehicle come to life. He places his hands on the stirring wheel, one of his feet on the gas pedal the other on the clutch. His foot that was on the gas pedal pushes slightly and the trucks rolls forward starting our transition to our next base for our mission.