"Du hast ihr den finger gebrochen!" (You broke her finger!)
"Sie hat Glück, dass ich ihr nicht den Hals gebrochen habe"(She's lucky I didn't break her neck.
Iris is slowly regaining consciousness. She can hear two men disputing, but she doesn't understand them.
"Weck sie auf. Und nimm die Tasche von ihrem Kopf. Zola wird bald da sein." (Wake her up. And take that bag off her head. Zola will be in soon.)
Iris' head is throbbing. The pain in her nose is making it hard to breathe, so she draws breath through her mouth. She opens her eyes, only to see a black cloth over her head. She hears footsteps approaching her. The hood covering her head is hatefully removed. A hand rips her head backwards and waves something under nose. She gags at the smell it. She is blinded by the bright lamp projected right at her face. She closes her eyes tightly at the sight of it. She starts to open them, slowly adjusting to the light. She looks around, trying to figure out where she has been brought to. The room is cold and dark with the exception of the light pointed at her. She can see the silhouette of a man in the corner. She is seated before a metal table with her hands cuffed behind her. She tries to move her fingers, but pain instantly runs through her hand, reminding her of it snapping while trying to defend herself.
She turns her attention to the sound of a door opening in front of her. A short man walks in, and sits before her in-eloquently. Through the illumination of the light she can make out his blonde hair, glasses over his large round eyes, and his unpleasant chubby face. He places the files he carried with him on the table top. Slowly flipping through a few before drawing out the one he searched for. He opens the file and begins rummaging through the papers. Iris is muddled, no one has said a word to her.
"Where am I?" she whimpers, tears rolling down her face. The man looks at Iris over his glasses before raising his face from the papers before him. He tisks his lips, "Shame, such a pretty face to be so mistreated." he says. He turns to the shadow in the corner, "Ich habe dir gesagt, du sollst mit meinen Testpersonen vorsichtig sein" he grumbles. (I thought I told you to be careful with my test subjects!)
Iris is dumb struck, "WHO ARE YOU?" she bellows. The man turns himself back around and interlaces his hands on top of the papers, leaning forward, "I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Arnim Zola. I am a scientist. To answer your question, I'm afraid your location is deemed confidential." Iris can't help from letting tears stream down her face. She grinds her teeth, "What do you want with me? Why?! Why are you doing this?" she cries out. Her emotions pour of out her, "My mother..My mother..please..let me go home to her." she begs. Zola is unmoved by her pleas. "My dear, please let me explain. I am a scientist contracted by our government, I operate under a organization who looks for those with extraordinary talents and gifts. Two days ago, you gave blood, did you not?" Iris looks up at Zola through her tears but doesn't answer. "You see, we are looking for individuals who carry a very rare genetic mutation. It was apart of the 'new screening' process you were informed of when you donated. You carry that mutation. You and a few others. An ancient genetic code compatible with our little experiment here. But your's is remarkable to say the least." Zola says with a bit of giddiness,"You were chosen and brought here because we believe you could have tremendous abilities after we have unlocked those genes hidden in your DNA. So I'm afraid returning home is simply not an option."
Iris is convinced this is a bad dream. She closes her eyes, rocking back and forth in her chair. Anger, fear, and rage all coursing through her. "We're very ecstatic..." Zola starts to say before Iris unleashes her own venom. Kicking the table and startling Zola and his henchman, "YOU KIDNAPPED ME! Your men stalked me, nearly killed me, and tossed me in the trunk like I was garbage. NOW, you sit here in front of me and speak to me like I should be grateful? You rip me from my family, my friends, my entire life- and act like your doing me some great favor!" Iris shouted. Zola collecting himself, leans forward again on the table. "My dear, where do you think such rage comes from?" he says with a sense of wonder, "Even in the face of what you perceive as death, you still find it in yourself to fight." Iris is silent.
"You tried to enlist in the U.S. military two months ago, correct? Medic Support?" Zola reads from one of his papers. Iris is stunned. "Could that have something to do with the death of your Father, George Crawsen. He served in the 107th regiment, what a small world- We have someone here who served in the same regiment." Zola knows he's struck a nerve as tears pour down Iris' face. "You would have been around eight at the time. Such a young age for a girl to lose her Papa." Iris weeps uncontrollably. Zola gather's his files and stands from his chair, "I am afraid this is the beginning of a long transition period for you Iris Crawsen. We will be transferring you soon to another facility, and before you ask, it's location is also confidential." Iris glares at him, ready to tear him apart. "Welcome to Project Annihilation, Ms. Crawsen." Zola says with a smile before leaving the room. Iris feels her heart drop into her stomach, and starts to hyperventilate. She let's out a scream of rage as the door closes.
After a few hours, two henchmen return to the room where Iris is kept. Iris looks up at them as they walk through the door. They stand on each side of the open door, as a third individual enters between them. Iris can't make out any features, still being blinded by the lamp. The figure walks to the lamp, shutting it off. She is grateful and blinks her eyes as they adjust to the dim lighting in the room. Once she is able to focus, she sees the figure standing before her. A man, wearing a lab coat and a black bag in his hand. The man kneels down in front of Iris and looks into her eyes. "Ms. Crawsen, my name is Dr. Wilhelm Yahontov. Dr. Zola has sent me to help treat your injuiries." Iris realizes this may be her chance to be free of her bonds. She shakes her head in approval and Wilhelm nods over the henchmen. One rounds the table, rustling a set of keys, unlatching her cuffs. Iris sighs with relief, rubbing her wrist and grimacing at the pain in her finger.
Wilhelm extends out his large hand, "May I?" Iris slowly hands over her injured hand. Wilhelm carefully inspects her finger, "I believe it not to be broken, dear. But it is a very nasty bruise." He then moves his large hand to her nose, "This however, looks to be broken. But it should heal normally without deformation." Iris thinking quickly says, "I need to use the restroom, it's be a while." she says softly. Wilhelm is immediately uncomfortable with her confession, "Yes, of course." He stands and places himself beside Iris to help her up. "Do so many have to watch" She says directing her sites at the henchmen. "Оставь нас(leave us)" Wilhelm barks. The henchmen turn robotically and exit the room. "Come with me, dear." Wilhelm says as he leads Iris out of the room. She keeps her head down as they walk down the dimly lit hallway, "Maintenance man run out of bulbs for this place?" Iris whispers to Wilhelm who surprisingly chuckles. Iris is trying think of a way to escape. She places her hands on her stomach and groans. "Ms. Crawsen, what is wrong? Where is the pain?" Wilhelm exclaims, she almost felt bad for her next move. "O,it's my stomach. It hurts." She says kneeling on the ground. Wilhelm takes a step back, preparing to kneel down with her and Iris makes her move. Balling up her fist and swinging as hard as she can at his manhood. Wilhelm nearly deflates with the air he forced out at the connection of the blow.
Iris without hesitation sprints. She has no idea where she is running to. "Take a left!" the voice inside her commands. "There, through that door!" the voice yells. Iris opens the door, it leads to another hallway. She can see a light. It's an opening, and she can see outside! She runs harder then she had ever thought possible. Iris cries at the sight. Before her brain can process what happens, she is thrown into the wall. Pain radiates down her side. It knocks the wind out of her. The room is spinning. A hand rips her up off the ground and slides her backwards. Adrenaline takes over, and Iris hops to her feet running for her freedom. But she is caught. The cold grip lifts her off the ground, before throwing her back on it. She smacks her head off the ground. All she can hear is a loud ringing as she gasps for air, blood spilling from her mouth. A man kneels over top her. It's him, the man with the metal arm. Staring down at her with his lifeless blue eyes. He calmly wipes her hair from her eyes, "Where did you think you would run to?" He growls "Hail, Hydra!" It is the last thing she hears before he delivers a final blow, knocking her unconscious.
The bionic solider stands over Iris, bringing his attention to the the group of hydra men running towards them. "Prepare her for transfer with the others. The plane leaves at 0200 hours." He looks down at her, "Keep restraints on this one."