Chapter 3
The nightmares that she suffered due to that solution in the syringe were anything but sweet. For weeks Anne was forced to live her worst fear over and over again: Her family dying slowly and painfully right in front of her eyes. She tried to convince herself it wasn't real but she couldn't help but scream and plead at the sight of her parents' mangled bodies and her siblings' desperate cries.
After about a month, Dr. Beaumont added in the physical treatment. One day, as she woke up from a particularly torturous episode, Anne noticed she was laying down and strapped to a surgery table. "Oh no. They're getting creative." She chuckled to herself. Humor was about the only thing that was keeping her from completely checking out. Despite this, she could feel herself start to tear up at the thought of them doing something worse than what she has already been through. Anne laid on the cold steel for what felt like ages until the door opened. Dr. Beaumont swaggered into the room with the same confidence he usually had when he felt his patients' fear at the sight of him. Since Anne was almost completely conscious, she made a promise to her self to not show any weakness, if not for her own sake but for her dignity.
"It is time for the next stage of your preparation.", the doctor said with delight.
"Preparation for what?"
He ignored her attempt at bravery and walked over to the table next to Anne. He picked up a sharp utensil and held it up to shine in the overhead light. Anne looked at it nervously.
"What is he planning?"
"It is best that you not struggle, it will only make the pain worse."
He looked down at her and smirked.
"Actually, a little struggle will make this even better."
Dr. Beaumont let out a menacing laugh and began to administer pain that Anne never thought was possible.
For another month, Anne's screams of pain could be heard almost around the clock. Between the physical and mental torture, Anne began to lose herself. The first thing that went away was her emotions. This was evident when Anne started to see nothing when she was injected with the solution. Then, after about 6 weeks of it, instead of screaming, Anne barely winced at the blade digging into her body. This was when Dr. Beaumont knew she was ready.
First, they started giving her weekly injections of serum that enhanced her mental and physical capabilities, similar to the super-soldier serum. Then, they trained her. She mastered multiple fighting techniques and the art of espionage. She was also taught to speak multiple languages such as German, French, Russian, Spanish, and Italian. Lastly, Anne was heavily educated in Psychology and Anthropology, the final touches to ensure her complete success in the purpose that Hydra wanted her for.
Annabelle Fisher became the infamous Red Angel, Hydra's secret weapon in carrying out all of their high-priority missions.