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I found out very quickly three different things. First, the people who took me are called 'Hydra'. Second, they wanted me because I'm an assassin. Third, they weren't going only to use me because I'm an assassin. They also wanted to experiment with me.

Hydra wanted to experiment on people to make them better. As if I wasn't good enough. I can do things with my mind, but I never told them that. They didn't need to know every little thing about me. If they knew everything, they would want to hurt me even more.

Pain is not something I enjoy very much.

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They took me to a tiny country called Sokovia, where most of the experiments were. I've been to Sokovia, but it wasn't for a mission. It was my home away from home. My real home was in Russia, but when my parents died, I came to Sokovia. I had many bad memories of this place. One's that will probably never go away.

There was always violence in the streets. Living conditions for everyone were horrible. Everyone struggled to stay alive. No one was ever safe. The government was falling apart. That's why I left because I couldn't live in a place like that.

The building was something I often saw when I was a child. A massive prison-like structure. It scared me because I might never leave this place. But there should be no reason to be scared. I've seen much worse.

The people took me inside and put me in another cell. There were finally minds I could access. When I did, however, it wasn't pretty. I saw torture and pain because of what Hydra did to the other people. Yet, I didn't hate it too much. I've done worse torturing in my lifetime.

And was pretty good at it.

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It was a few days after I came that the experiments started.

They took me into a white room. Everything looked very different from my filthy cell. The walls weren't strictly white, but it was pretty close. The lights were blindingly bright. There was equipment that looked very intimidating.

I was put onto a very uncomfortable table. A scientist came up to me and pretended to smile. It was a smile I knew far too well in men. A smile that meant they were going to rule over me. Or at least try to anyway.

They moved on and got a syringe full of a clear liquid. I started mildly panicking because I'm not too fond of needles. After all, needles usually mean you're either being knocked out or killed. This, however, was the former and, thankfully, not the latter. Though death probably would have felt better than something like this.

Soon, I was fast asleep. But I wasn't wholly asleep because I could hear the thoughts of all of the scientists. They were thinking about how most of the other experiments were either dead or dying. After the experiment was over, they thought about my survival, how the chances were slim to none, how I could be the next death in a long line of people.

I wasn't scared, though. I've been through worse. This was nothing I couldn't handle. I just needed to remember who I am.

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