Post by TheFlash213 on Aug 1, 2018 16:32:38 GMT
Prologue
I don't know who I am. I have no memories. No recollection. Just the straps that keep on this cold, metal table.
"HE IS AWAKE!", the voice of a man, German I think, blurry as my vision but as loud as a siren. "Mr. Wilson, can you hear me?" My vision starts to clear and I see his face. Old. Sad..... weak. "The operation was a success!", he smiled at me like he expected one in return. "You are now the greatest weapon in the United States Army! You are a super soldi-" I grab him by the throat, "Who am I?!" I shout at him, my blood boiling, telling me to end his miserable existence. "Y-you..." he struggles to realease his words. I lessen my grip, "you are Slade Wilson..."
Our eyes meet, fear in his, anger in mine.
Armed men grab me and try to pull me away, but they are weak... and foolish.
I squeeze harder and drop him to the floor. I rip my wrists from the straps, grabbing two of the guards, bashing them into each other. I stand up and look at my surroundings. Metal tables, operating tools covered in blood, most likely mine.
A group of fifteen armed men enters the room. My blood boils. My heart pounds. I must end them... terminate them... in one... swift... stroke....
TBC...
I don't know who I am. I have no memories. No recollection. Just the straps that keep on this cold, metal table.
"HE IS AWAKE!", the voice of a man, German I think, blurry as my vision but as loud as a siren. "Mr. Wilson, can you hear me?" My vision starts to clear and I see his face. Old. Sad..... weak. "The operation was a success!", he smiled at me like he expected one in return. "You are now the greatest weapon in the United States Army! You are a super soldi-" I grab him by the throat, "Who am I?!" I shout at him, my blood boiling, telling me to end his miserable existence. "Y-you..." he struggles to realease his words. I lessen my grip, "you are Slade Wilson..."
Our eyes meet, fear in his, anger in mine.
Armed men grab me and try to pull me away, but they are weak... and foolish.
I squeeze harder and drop him to the floor. I rip my wrists from the straps, grabbing two of the guards, bashing them into each other. I stand up and look at my surroundings. Metal tables, operating tools covered in blood, most likely mine.
A group of fifteen armed men enters the room. My blood boils. My heart pounds. I must end them... terminate them... in one... swift... stroke....
TBC...
