Ms. Bellefleur was different.
At first, he'd hated her. He was certain that she would be a mindless monster, a girl with absolutely no conscious. He figured that Pierce was being cruel, bringing a pretty girl to come and torment him probably even worse than Dr. Ewing had. At least he'd fallen into an accident…
Soldier had to resist smirking to himself recalling the little stage he'd set Ewing's demise in. He guessed he was glad he did it, because now he got rid of that psychotic nut and replaced him with a girl who was probably just as crazy—but at least she was crazy in a nicer way.
Honestly, though, he just thought she was weird.
He stared after her as she exited, leaving him dumbfounded. Why did she want him to look up some songs by bugs?
With an irritated sigh, he wondered if this was some sort of new test that Pierce wanted on him. Thinking this, half of him wanted to tear the paper into pieces, if only just to spite him.
The other half, however, had liked the first song Bellefleur had shown him. He wanted to hear more.
Caught by indecision, Soldier stared at the paper. But of course, he only ended up thinking about how abnormal she had been compared to the rest of them. He tried to figure out her game—was she just pretending to be nice at first so she could hurt him later? Maybe she was being sincere when she claimed she would stop the trials…?
He sighed to himself. Guess he'd find out tomorrow. After all, trials were always on Fridays.
But there was still the question of if he was going to listen to those songs.
After another moment of hesitation, he decided to. What was there to lose?
He stood up and walked towards the exit, glad that he at least knew his way around the building. He almost never got to go outside, but when he did, he could remember the streets relatively well, however much they shocked him. After all, New York City—at least, he was pretty sure that's what this place was called—was huge.
Soldier walked out of the building, somehow unnoticed. He reveled in the freedom he so rarely got to experience and then set off down the sidewalk. When he glanced further on, however, he saw Ms. Bellefleur only thirty feet ahead of him.
He blinked. She'd probably gotten lost a few times; that was the only logical explanation for how he'd caught up to her so quickly.
Seeing her, he turned the other direction.
For a while, Soldier just walked around the city, observing the bustling streets and crazy life. It was so bizarre—before, New York City had only been a few big stone buildings and a dirt road. But not anymore.
Eventually, he found a library, where he knew there were computers. Satisfied, he walked inside and found one away from other people so they wouldn't get mad at his lack of those devices that he thought were called "headphones."
When he played the two songs, Soldier was astonished. He had liked the first one Bellefleur had written down—I Want to Hold Your Hand—even more than Hey Jude. He surprised himself by clicking on another link to a different song, one that she hadn't written down.
Somehow, he ended up listening to the whole album of The Beatles 20 Greatest Hits. By the time he finished, it was almost four in the afternoon.
Shocked that he had actually enjoyed what Bellefleur had suggested, he returned to HYDRA headquarters, not quite sure what else to do.
But as he reentered the training room and picked up the knives again, Soldier thought something strange.
Maybe Bellefleur was trying to help him. She'd been truthful so far.
If, however, she wanted to prove herself, she still had a long way to go.
I hope the sudden change in POV didn't confuse anyone! Just for clarification, whenever Soldier or some other thing that doesn't say "Chapter X" comes up, it's from Soldier's perspective. Hopefully that helps! :)
I only plan on having a Soldier POV chapter like, once every three regular chapters or so. I'll probably post these ones in the middle of the week, seeing as they're smaller than the normal chapters.
Hope everyone enjoyed!
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