ONE MISSION REPORT JUNE 2nd, 1996

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Everything was black. A sinking feeling consumed him, drowning him in himself over and over again. Vines crept their way underneath his skin and kept him down, no matter how much he willed himself to tug against them he didn't move. Part of him knew his eyes were still opened, but all he saw was nothingness. The words being spoken were drilling themselves into his brain, etching themselves into the frontal lobe of his brain.

He was screaming, but his throat scratched like he was swallowing knives. Jeremiah, Jeremiah, Jeremiah, he wanted to screech. He had to hold on, he had to hold on, he had to hold on. He was fading, he knew it, forgetting who he was. Memories burned into his skull, desperate to leave their imprint. He didn't know what he was clinging onto, but he had to fight. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Jeremiah, Jeremiah, Jeremiah. Another named flashed into his mind, one that was not his own. Sam.

"Mission report June 2nd, 1996. Forgotten. Remnants. Furnace. Nirvana. Seventy-Eight. Temperate. Two. Missing."

His mind opened.

"Who am I?" he asked. He didn't know. He knew nothing except to listen. He was trapped, locked in and held down. His mind was open. He was stuck, waiting for orders. His sole purpose was clear: wait for orders. Wait to be told who to be.

A voice with a strong German accent gave those orders he was so patiently waiting for. "You are Erebus. Stand by for orders."

Erebus. That is who he is. Borne of Chaos. Brought forth from the void. He waited, his mind otherwise blank. A loud blaring invaded his mind as alarms began to sound throughout the facility he was in. An announcement came over the speaker. "This is not a drill. We are under attack."

The man who had given him his orders when he first awoke cursed under his breath as he released Erebus from his chamber. "Listen to your orders. Take the arms we are providing. I introduce you to the world, Erebus, my creation, now go do what you were created to do."

Erebus did not know how, but he understood. He had armor placed on him, all based in leather with metal protection in the vital areas. He was given no weapons, but somehow he knew exactly what he was created with and what he was meant to do. Being marched to guards, a door opened and he was released into the world. Long, tangled blonde hair fell into his face, but he yanked it back as a mask was placed over his eyes. It tinted his vision, but at the same time, his powers were heightened. Already, he could feel the power coursing through his veins. He was Erebus, he was chaos. He had one mission in mind. Kill Steve Rogers.

There was another man with him, his face coated in black paint dripping from his eyes as a shield covered his mouth. His arm was metal, but the rest was blood and bone. His brother in arms. They would complete the mission together, Erebus realized. He never let his mind waver. Kill Steve Rogers. Kill Steve Rogers. Kill Steve Rogers. He did not know how or why, he simply waited for further instruction. His brother in arms nodded at him, his eyes had nothing behind them and Erebus could only assume they mirrored his own. He was nothing, he was Erebus.

Washington, d.c. was where they were told to go. Erebus nodded as he understood what he had to do. This was partially why they made him the way he was. Maybe it was to save money on transportation, but Erebus would like to think he was worth more than that. Then again, he was nothing. He was a killer, chaos born and bred. That was all that mattered. He wrapped his hand around the metal arm of the man next to him and crashed into the void. A pair of coordinates had been shown to him before they departed, so they flashed in his mind and he took them there.

His boot-clad feet met asphalt. A car stood with a man inside. This man needed to be dead. He wore an eyepatch as a scar crawled out from underneath it and down his cheek. His dark skin was bloodied and bruised. The man, the Winter Soldier, Erebus has heard whispers of in his brief moments of consciousness, tossed a small metal plate underneath where the car stood and in a moment a blast filled the air, booming in his eardrums. The car flipped and would have hit both of them if they had not stepped to either side of the flying vehicle. As the car skitted to a painful stop ahead of them, Jeremiah greeted the void as he blinked and was on top of the car, waiting for the Winter Soldier's instruction. There was a reason Erebus was not leading this. It was unknown to him, all he knew was that he was waiting for instruction. That was what he was. A follower.

The soldier did not give him a signal, so he stayed still. Holding down the car and waiting for any movement from their target inside. The car was riddled with bullets and Erebus knew this man would be difficult to kill. It was apparent that he was a fighter, but so was Erebus.

Black smoke soaked the cold air as the soldier stomped through the fog as he approached the vehicle, his intentions and weapons bared. With a vigor Erebus did not understand, the man used his metal arm to viciously rip the car door off of its hinges and tosses it out of sight out of mind. The soldier is a demon shrouded in fog, blood, and bone as his eyes go wild, looking underneath the car. Erebus hops off and lands next to him, eyeing the same sight with the same disbelief. The man is gone with nothing but a hole in the roof of the car and the asphalt beneath it. First mission and he's failed. He would care, but he feels nothing. He looks at the soldier beside him with his eyebrows raised. He shrugs. It appears they have their work cut out for them, but Erebus is seeing red and he is ready for the metallic taste of blood to meet his tongue. He needs his hands coated in the blood of S.H.I.E.L.D, but most importantly Steve Rogers. A threat to HYDRA that Erebus will not stand for.

The two men look at each other. They have the bloodlust, sure, but they have a long way to go before Steve Rogers is dead.

WOW okay, short first chapter I know, but this is mainly an introduction to Erebus as a character and what he was bred to do! If you missed it, his main power is teleportation along with the added bonuses of the super soldier serum, but his backstory will obviously be explained throughout the story! I've never written from the perspective of someone brainwashed so this'll be interesting