𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘
not a child, a machine.

𝗍𝗐： 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾， 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁．

Something was climbing the mountain, perhaps someone. She didn't know what she was, but she knew her purpose: kill. Kill everyone who crosses her path, no matter who it is. She was created for this, trained since her first days on this earth.

A childhood? She never had. She never did get the chance, though. The reason most kids cry is when they don't have their loved ones or relatives around. In contrast, Freya sobbed nightly in her chilly, dark cage. She never cried for love, much less for her parents. She was crying since most of her petite, delicate body was covered in different injuries.

They were heartless— the guards. She was a machine, not a child. I mean, who has empathy for machines? They would beat her, using sharp and pointy instruments to do so. To test her limits, they denied her meals for several days. When they witnessed her sobbing and pleading for even a few food crumbs, they laughed.

Despite all of this suffering, Freya appeared unharmed. After a few days, she recovered even after being shot and having her small bones broken with hammers. For the sole reason that she was theoretically unbeatable, she served as their punching bag.

She was already considered to be HYDRA's most potent weapon at birth. They desired more children to carry out their nefarious deeds. Regretfully, this experiment was directed towards Freya. Children born of destruction and immortality, with serum in their veins.

She was untouchable, and even the numerous gunshots and bruises that were inflicted against her eventually healed. But it took some time, and while her small skin was being damaged, the guards relished watching her scream and cry. She was used to it, even if it was undoubtedly a freak show. She was unaware of anything better.

Going back to the present, the child's body—who was at least six years old—was concealed among the rubble. Her target's red hair was blowing in the breeze as she watched her arrive on her motorbike. She was prepared and knew just what to do. The trap was set and ready to go, and it would happen in a matter of seconds.

When her keen ears caught the sound of the motorcycle's whistle as it passed by, and she quickly touched the button on the little control she was holding with her finger.

The woman's body was flung over the edge and her motorbike toppled when the force arrived. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the woman was able to hang on and surfaced quickly. Freya got up, realising that her plan had failed, something that could never happen. The girl looked bewildered as the redhead's eyes met hers, seeking to get a better look. Freya pivoted, moving out of the woman's line of sight.

The ghost children's most important rule was to never, ever show your face. They killed with no evidence left behind, moving through spaces undetected. They appeared to be nonexistent, like to children's horror tales. However, they were real and active. She was active, but the others weren't as much.

The guards didn't appear to be pleased to see her when she arrived. She was surprised, though, that they injected something into her neck. Her eyes closed, her body crashed into the dirt, and little by little, she lost strength.

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With tears in her eyes, she collapsed into the icy, hard jail wall. She was so sore that she was hardly able to move. She noticed that the day was getting darker and that a chilly wind was already present when she peered out the small window. As she was preoccupied with the scenery outside, attempting to divert her mind from her depressing thoughts, she heard the heavy metal door of her cell open and several guards coming in.

And among the other males came the one she least expected. Technically speaking, though, he wasn't supposed to be there. He was transferred to a different, isolated base. Keep a distance from the girl. He. shouldn't. be. there.

"постарайся не убивать ее, она тебе понадобится." (try not to kill her, you'll need her) - After giving the man with the metal arm a warning, one of the guards retreated a short distance.- "Запри дверь"

Freya stood up as soon as the big door shut and retreated a few steps. James and her had already met, she assured herself he wouldn't damage her. However, that was the Winter Soldier, not James. While James wouldn't harm her, I wouldn't be too sure about the Winter Soldier.

She recalled every second they had ever spent together, even in that gloomy place they called home. James would keep an eye on her and attempt to comfort the youngster if one of the guards hurt her. But they hauled the man away when the guards noticed that they were too comfortable in each other's company. Nevertheless, despite their brief time together, Freya and James loved each other.

however, the Winter Soldier did not.

He saw her without the same fatherly, caring gaze that James had. She was like prey, another object to be attacked. She was not a kid at all, let alone one to take care of.

He then attacked the young child, who was staring at him fearfully.

The girl's head struck the hard floor as her body crashed into the cell's hard wall. She turned to face the man, but the metal arm grabbed her and threw her away once more.

She was struck again not long after, so she was unable to even react. Freya had no idea why the soldier had been dispatched to harm her. Perhaps they were upset that she was unable to murder Natasha Romanoff.

perhaps they simply want to see her pain.

If James knew what he was doing at that very moment, he would murder himself. Forever after, he would despise his person. Freya was unique; she resembled his own child. And now look at him, slaughtering her almost like a piece of prey.

However, Freya didn't hold him responsible because she was certain James wasn't the culprit—he would never touch her. Therefore, in her mind, she had already forgiven him before collapsing from the blow to her skull from the large, heavy metal arm.

The guards would come in and lead James out of that particular cell, their rifles focused on him. After seeing the doctors and receiving treatment for her wounds, Freya would return to training. They made the decision that this would now be their regular routine. James would be sent to her cell whenever Freya committed a transgression, such as neglecting to complete a mission or acting rudely towards the guards.

Even though James and the winter soldier were not the same, they would later tell James everything and display the wounds he had caused to Freya in an attempt to make the man feel bad for having done it. Even if he'd done it without control, Freya had been injured by him. He was still in his body, whether he was the winter soldier or not. So when he got back to normal, he would attempt to avoid her and blame himself forever.

They continued to live in this manner for a very long time without being able to leave. Thats it, or not.

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