Monster

Chapter 8: Staring in Those Evil Eyes

It had taken almost an hour to find the location. The nearer they got, the harder it got to guess which building it was as they looked the same or the streets were missing their street signs. You had opted for asking a civilian who looked to know their way around. Calling out for him had the man looking around confused for a second before his eyes landed on the three of you. He seemed to hesitate to approach as he saw how big the man that accompanied you, and how out of place you three looked. As soon as the man was on earshot, you asked if he knew where the street you were looking for was, he looked you up and down, and with a shrug to himself he directed you to take a left ahead of you and to keep walking straight up to a building with a red roof with a massive wall with graffiti on it.

Thanking the man, you three followed the directions the man had given—at least after you had translated what he had told you before he had seen a friend of his and left without a glance toward you. The man had failed to tell you that the walk after the left turn there was a fifteen-minute walk up to the street. The heat of the day making you sweat buckets, and curse as your legs seemed to give up whenever a bump of messed up concrete made you stumble.

"There, that's the building." Steve had pointed out the building with the red roof and graffiti, but the building wasn't what you had expected. And as you looked at Steve and Bucky, they had the same thought in mind.

"I think we should check it out, " Steve said as he walked ahead to see if there was an entrance to the building. He looked confused for a second, "it doesn't have a main entrance door."

"Let's see if it has a back one," you said as you went into an alley that was on the right side of the building. You came back around to the front with a frown in your face, "nothing. No door either."

"That's weird," Steve said looking around as if a clue would appear around the other buildings. He noticed how all the other buildings had main metal doors, making the one behind them the odd one out. "I think we have the right building, this one doesn't stand out like the other, but it's the odd one out. No doors, poorly painted, with graffiti all over it while the others one seems to at least get taken care of."

"Was there anything back there?" Bucky spoke out of nowhere making you look up at him in surprise.

"Umm, not really," you said as you recalled, but then looked back again, "I mean there is another building but that one is more like a small shed."

Bucky didn't say a word as he walked into the alley. You and Steve followed him without a word. Bucky walked into the shed, and not far behind, you and Steve followed his steps.

It looked like some of the homeless had taken this place as their own as the smell of piss, alcohol, and rotten seemed to fill the air. It was small and cramped as everyone scanned around without touching anything but soon Steve spoke with some firmness in his voice.

"Buck, could you stand watch in case anyone tries to come in?"

He only glanced at Steve with a raised eyebrow before nodding and stepping out. Steve made sure Bucky was a little far out from the door and turned toward a corner on the right side of the shed where he had been eyeing. Without words you questioned his actions, and he only kicked aside a beer box and pointed at the markings on the floor. A trapdoor.

While you and Steve talked about the newfound trapdoor, Bucky stood outside making sure no homeless person, no civilian, and no police officer made way toward them. And as he looked around at the gray walls around him, his eyes seemed to blur making him dizzy without warning...

Bucky looked around and soon his eyes landing on a man he knew from his previous nightmares. He was standing with John Garrett. He was in a room that was all too familiar to him. It was the room. The room where they did things to him. But this time it wasn't him seating in the hard chair. It was you.