Here's the next chapter. Its a bit shorter than the previous ones but I'm trying to update at least once a day and so far I have. Let's see how long I can keep this up. Please let me know what you think. Don't forget to READ and REVIEW. Thanks again.
I don't know how long it's been since I was knocked out but when I wake up I know I wasn't dreaming. I try to get up from my makeshift bed only to discover I'm actually on a lab table and strapped down to it. I struggle a bit and try to see if I can get loose but no luck.
"Ahh, You're awake." I hear a man with a thick accent. I see him walk to the side of the table I'm strapped down to. He was short with beady eyes and round lens glasses. Oh fuck this must be Zola.
"Zola, I assume" I reply. My head is killing me.
"You've heard of me, you have me at a disadvantage fraulien. You know my name yet all I know about you is that you appeared out of thin air. The only thing the camera saw was a bright light and then you appeared. Would you like to tell me how you did that?" He says.
"I didn't do anything." I say.
"Yes you did. How else do you explain how a young woman managed to get through a fortified perimeter with out setting off any alarms or being detected? What's your name?"
I stayed silent. It doesn't matter what I say he probably won't believe me or worse he will believe and experiment on me. Well who am I kidding; experimentation is almost a one hundred percent probability.
"What is your name?" He asked again. I stayed quiet again. "You're not going to talk. That is fine." He turned around for a second and came back with a tourniquet and a syringe. He grabbed my left arm and stuck the needle in. "If you won't talk let's see what your blood work can tell me." Ouch. I fucking hate needles.
When he was done he grabbed what looked like a recording device and said "Subject F0001, unidentified female. Approximately eighteen years of age. Appeared out of thin air after a bright light was caught on camera, refuses to answer any questions. I am told she appears to understand German. Her vitals are in the normal range."
He attached some electrodes to my arms, and chest. That was when the man who gave the order to bring me to Zola walked into the lab and approached the table I was on.
"Doctor Zola, How is our guest doing." He asked.
"She refuses to answer any questions Herr Schmidt." Zola responds. Oh Fuck, Johann Schmidt, The Red Skull. I'm in deep shit. How the hell did I go from 2011 Geneva, to some Nazi prison in the 1940's?
"And why is that?" he says looking at me. I stay quiet. "It's no matter she'll talk eventually. Did you start the tests yet?"
"I took a blood sample I was about to start with the rest." Zola responds.
"Good, How are the other subjects? Any progress?" Schmidt asks.
"All the subjects have not resisted the effects of the serum. They have all died shortly after the first dose." Zola responds.
"They were all necessary sacrifices. We can always get more subjects. I'll send for another one right away." Schmidt says.
Human Experimentation. These guys are monsters. Hitler was insane but these guys are a whole new level of crazy.
"Start the experiments on this one." Schmidt says looking at me. "I want to find out where she came from. If she won't tell us well just have to get a closer look." I don't think he means looking through a magnifying glass.
Zola moves to a machine besides the table and starts pressing buttons. He flips a switch and I feel electric shocks all over my body. "AHHH!" I scream out in pain. I can feel the electricity flow through my whole body. He stops the shocks momentarily.
"Keep me updated on anything you learn from her." Schmidt says before leaving the room. As soon as he leaves Zola continues with his insane experiment, which is more of torture than an actual experiment.
"What are you trying to learn by shocking me? This isn't science its torture." I yell when he decides to take a break for food. That's right the jerk stopped shocking me so he could go grab something to eat.
"My research is nothing to concern yourself Fraulein. Although I do have to say your endurance surprises me. I would have thought you would have passed out by now." It surprised me too. I feel pain in places I didn't think you could feel pain. We had been at this for hours. I should have passed out by now. It not by the damage caused by the shocks then because of exhaustion.
He was about to continue the treatments when the door to the lab opened and two guards walk in dragging a half conscious man. They placed him on a lab table a few feet away to my right and strapped him down.
"Ahh" Zola said in what I guess you could actually say joy. What the hell is wrong with this guy? "A new test subject. He will do nicely." He got this really creepy look in his eye when he said it. I got the chills just thinking about what I had heard earlier.
"I need him awake for the procedure. Use this time to get some rest fraulein. You're going to need it." He said. He turned off the machine and the recording device and walked out of the lab.
As soon as he was out of sight I tried to find a way out of the bindings that were keeping me tied up. After minutes of struggling the exhaustion finally caught up to me and I lost consciousness.
I don't know how long I was out for but I woke up feeling well semi-well rested. I heard some grunting and someone struggling against their restraints.
"Don't bother, I've already tried that. Those things are on tight. Unless someone gets you loose you're not going anywhere." I say.
"What do they want?" He asks.
"I don't know they're experimenting with people. Still don't know exactly what they're looking for." I say.
"How long have you been here?" He asks.
"Don't know, can't really keep track of time in here." I say, "What's today's date?"
"It's October 24th or 25th I think." He says.
"What year?" I ask kind of afraid of the answer.
"1943. Why?" He says.
"It's kind of a long story. If I told you chances are you wouldn't believe me." I reply.
"Well if you had told me a week and a half ago that my entire regimen would be captured by Nazis using weapons from an H.G Wells Novel I would have said you were insane. I doubt your story could be any crazier than that." He retorts.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Sargent James Barnes from the 107th, Pleasure to meet you ma'am." He says. Oh crap. It can't be him.
"James Buchannan Barnes?" I ask.
"Yeah. How did you know?" he asks back. I just stay quiet for a minute before I just can't help but let out a humorless laugh.
"Why is that funny?" He asks.
I calm down and decide to tell him. "My name is Nora, Nora Eliana Stark."
"Shit." Is all he responds before letting out a humorless laugh too, "I kind of pictured this happening a lot differently."
"You and me both." I reply. I better not mention the whole I thought I was never going to meet you because you die in about a year or so.
"How did you end up here?" He asks.
"You're probably not going to believe me but I'll tell you anyway. I'm not from here." I say.
"Okay, I'm not either. I'm from Brooklyn." He says with a bit of confusion.
"I didn't explain myself well. My birthday is November 8th." I pause for a bit before continuing. "1992"
"Wait how… Are you telling me you're from the future?" He asks skeptically.
"Yeah. Don't know how but I went from a physics presentation in the beginning of 2011 to a Nazi Prison in 1943. You probably think I'm insane." I say.
"Not at all." He says.
"Really?" I say,
"I don't know a lot about physics and stuff like that but I have read a few theories. I know that theoretically its is possible to travel through time and I know its said to actually do it right now is impossible. Doesn't mean it hasn't been discovered in the future." He says trying to sound as calm as possible.
"You're taking this a lot better than I expected."
"Like I said before Doll, It's been a crazy week where the impossible is actually been shown to be possible." I blush at the nickname.
"Then call me the impossible girl." I say with a laugh.
"Hey Nora, If you are from the future then that means you know things that haven't happened yet right?" he asks.
"Yeah." I respond wondering where he is going with this.
"Then there are two things I need to know. The first thing, Do we win the War?"
"James…" I start but he interrupts me.
"Bucky, the only people who call me James were my grade school teachers."
"Okay Bucky, I can't tell you the specifics but I can tell you that knowing that we do win the war is one of the few things keeping me alive in this place." I Say
He let out a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, That's good."
"What's the second thing?" I ask.
"Do the Brooklyn Dodger ever win the World Series?" He asks.
I let out a full-hearted laugh. Then he says, "I'm serious, come on Doll I need to know"
I better not tell him the Brooklyn Dodgers become the Los Angeles Dodgers. "I don't remember exactly when but they do win one, eventually." I don't really know if they do but why crush the guy's spirit.
I figured if we're going to be stuck here together may as well get the giant elephant in the room out of the way. "Can I ask you something?"
"You're my soul mate you can ask me anything." He says.
"Do you have a third mark?" I know he does but most people don't take it well to have someone just make assumptions about their marks.
"Yeah, You too?" He asks.
"Yeah. I do." I say
"He's a good guy." Bucky says
"How long have you known him?" I ask. I already know the answer to almost all the questions you can think to ask but I like hearing it straight from the source.
"Since we were kids. Met him at school. He was getting beat up by a bully but instead of running away he just stood there and was getting pummeled. Got the guy off of Steve and asked him why he didn't just run. He said to me because once you start running you won't stop. Scrawny little punk never did learn to run away from a fight." He says with a chuckle
"He sounds adorable." I say with a smile.
"Yeah he is. He was always wondering what you were like. He was always scared that you'd reject him. I would try build up his confidence up by setting him up on dates but they never gave him a chance." He said sadly.
"I never thought I'd get to meet either of you. Both of my marks appeared the day of my thirteenth birthday. I felt this burning feeling on my wrists and then I fainted. When I woke up there they were. One on each wrist. When Nana, the woman who raised me saw them she was shocked. At first I thought it was because I had two but I later found out why. I've been hiding them ever since. Not even my dad knows about them. He thinks I don't have a mark," I said sadly. "You're lucky, you had Steve by your side early on, I've pretty much always been alone."
"Not anymore." He says and that's when Zola comes back.
"Ahh you're awake. That is good. Means we can get started." He says. Zola grabbed a syringe and tourniquet and took a blood sample from Bucky. He then walked over and took another sample from me. Ouch. I swear he pretended not to find a vein just to mess with me.
"Seeing as you did so well with the tests yesterday, Herr Schmidt has decided to give you the same serum Sargent Barnes will receive." Shit. That can't happen that'll kill us both. I start to struggle against the restraints as Zola walks over and starts to take Bucky's vitals.
I looked down to my left wrist and I thought I saw the stone glow again but just as soon as it started it dimmed again. I saw Zola grab the syringe and approach Bucky.
"Please don't do it. This isn't right." I am practically begging. Bucky looks terrified.
"Ahh, Fraulein, Scientific progress cannot be made without sacrifice." Did he just seriously give me a modified version of you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. What the hell? He looked over at me and then at Bucky. He gave him a smile before injecting him with the serum.
"No!" I screamed. Bucky seemed okay for about a minute but then he let out a scream. I looked over at him and he was struggling against his restraints. He was sweating so I assumed he had a fever. Shit. He's reacting really fast. His body is trying to fight off whatever Zola injected him with.
Zola writes down some notes before he walks over to me. He takes my vitals and says, "You will see, this will change the world." He takes the syringe and I struggle as much as I could but I still end up injected with the serum. At first I think maybe it didn't affect me then I feel like my whole body is on fire. I scream in pain. I feel sweat everywhere. My heart is beating erratically. I start having a hard time breathing. Then I start to feel the bracelet on my left wrist heat up and burn into my skin. I feel as if it entered my body in liquid form and it slowly starts to flow through my veins. As it does that the burning caused by the serum starts to go away. I start to feel light headed and my vision starts to get fuzzy. I see a bright white light and it slowly starts to turn green. The last thing I hear before I black out is Bucky screaming my name.