So here's just something I wrote up because I was bored. I may continue, I don't know.

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"I don't know," I said through gritted teeth as I hung my head, "I'm sorry."

Felix took a step towards me now, raising the knife up to my throat, tracing the edge of the blade across the soft skin. "Oh, but I think you do." his voice was venomous and obviously a bit annoyed. "Somewhere, in that perky little brain of yours," he slapped the side of my head lightly as he spoke.

"I told you everything I know," I said, looking up at him now, tugging against the restraints once more, but accomplishing nothing besides further irritating my already sore wrists.

He sighed in annoyance now. "I don't think you get it," he said as he took a step back, tossing the knife up, catching it once more. "I want some information. And I know for a fact that you know what I want to know. So if you don't start talking, NOW, i'll spill that pretty little brain all over the ground. And then we will see if you can come back from that." he said, moving his hand to grab my chin and tilt my head up so I had no choice but to look at him.

"Go ahead and shoot me. We both know you would've done it by now if it would work." I say, moving my face away from him.

He let out a chuckle, "Pretty smart. Pretty smart. But I knew you would be hard to break," he said, "You've always been that way."

"You don't know me." I spat, turning my attention to him once more.

"Oh, but I do. I know more about you than you know about yourself." he laughed, obviously enjoying my suffering.

"Your insane."

"Maybe. But I always get what I want. And this is no exception." he said, turning around and walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Once he was gone, I leaned by head back, letting it rest against the large pillar I was tied to. I was still fully armored, asides for my helmet which had been discarded in the opposite corner of the room, and my wrists were aching from just how tight the restraints were.

I struggled against my bonds once more, trying to slip at least one hand free, but unable to. Damn, whoever tied my hands must have not wanted me going anywhere.

Thats when the door opened once more, and Felix re-entered. But he wasn't alone.

"I knew from the beginning that you wouldn't be cooperative," he said, pulling someone wearing grey armor with yellow accents into the room. "So its a good thing I was prepared for that." he forced his new captive against the pillar on the opposite side of the room, and soon he was restrained as I was.

The grey and yellow armor clad soldier didn't seem to be fighting, much to my confusion.

"Who is that?" I questioned, now more baffled than I had been before. I let out a laugh. "You really expect me to give you information over a person I don't even know? You're a psychopath."

"Tsk tsk," Felix said, pulling the same knife out that he had earlier, beginning to trace down the neck of the other soldier. "You really don't remember him? Shame. I was really hoping you would. Torturing him won't be nearly as fun now."

"You're sick." I said as I tensed up, leaning as far forward as I could, racking my mind as hard as I could to try and get even a slight remembrance of who it could be.

He laughed again. I could've sworn I'd heard that laugh many times before. "Maybe."

After a moment, I shook my head, leaning back. How was he planning on breaking me if I couldn't even remember who he was torturing? "Felix, right?"

He turned back to me, I could only imagine the dark expression he wore on his face now. "Yes?"

"Go to hell. I don't know him. If you want information, torturing him won't do anything."

"So what you're saying," he said, taking a step towards me once more, "is that," he stopped as soon as he was in front of me, crouching down so he was at eye level. "You're going to let me torture this man, the one that you used to love, all because you don't remember him?" he stood back up, turning around. "My my, haven't you changed."

I looked past him, focusing on the other person, who still hadn't spoken a single word. Shaking my head, I glared up at Felix. "Stop pretending that you know me."

"But I do, thats what you don't understand. How could you just forget about me? We were partners once," he said, shaking his head and looking down at the knife in his hands.

"I doubt I would ever willingly fight alongside someone like you."

He laughed again, turning back around. "We're alike in so many ways. You're a killer, Sara. You've always been that way. And theres no changing that."

I tensed up once more, looking away from him now, "You don't know anything about me." I said again. I didn't want to believe any of the words he was saying. There was no way they could be true... Right?

He sighed now, obviously frustrated with the amount of time he was wasting. "Keep believing whatever you'd like. But you'll see. You can't just keep pretending your the good guy. Sooner or later, your precious little reds and blues will figure out what you are. A monster."

I lashed out at him now, but it did no good as the restraints simply tightened around my wrists once more.

"And now, i'm going to get what I need." Felix said, taking the knife, and with one quick motion, plunging it into the other soldiers arm. I tensed up as I watched, but said nothing. If he was thinking he could break me, he'd have to do a little better than that.

The orange and black clad soldier turned around now, "nothing?" he said, looking me over before twisting the knife a bit, earning a scream of pain from the man he was assaulting.

The scream sent chills down my spine and I struggled against my bonds once more.

"Come on now! The longer you lie, and pretend you don't know, the less chances he has of walking away in one piece."

I shook my head. The armor of the other soldier felt as though it was somewhat familiar, as though I should know it, but I just couldn't remember.

Thats when he let out another shout of pain, and something inside my mush of a mind clicked.

"Washington?"