The events of this day was the only thing you would let your mind think of, being too sober would bring the nightmarish emotions you always felt to light. All the pain, it was to much to handle on your own. So you drank... Thinking, this was better than suicide. And maybe it was, but maybe it wasn't. That thought came no matter what, which made you drink more.

Unfortunately, Russell cut had cut you off from last night. You barley even remember what he had said to you...

"I didn't want to hurt you bell...𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧"

You didn't even have time to process that, as immediately the hangover hit like a train. The 'trying to seem' big bad frank Woods chewing you out for stealing his liquor, and Mason laughing at the whole situation, didn't help either. They always found a way to make the day a bit more tolerable though. You appreciated that.

Later in the day you worked with park, as you would for the seemingly foreseeable future. Nothing about what they wanted you for came crawling out of the shadows in your mind. But you did learn you had a sister, and your father..... Well you had assumed he was the reason for your mother still unexplained death.

After the living nightmares where over, you had just uselessly sat in the common area, thinking. That peculiarly recognizable women decided to interrupt you in your practice of, starring at the floor.

"Hi.. I don't believe we have met yet. " She had a strong Russian accent, and she held her hand you to you to shake it. Ignoring the gesture you proceed to speak.

"Bell." You where slightly curious on who she was... And how Alder knew her, but you did show it. She just smiled and put her hand down.

"I'm Katya" Your blood went ice cold, and your already uninterested face fell.

You didn't know exactly who she was. But your mind associated her with evil, anger, regret, and Perseus.. Obviously. She had to be important, you had wondered if she knew the plan B, remembering she was supposedly apart of it.

"Why are you here... " You attempted to speak unharshly, but the Russian language that you now spoke in was not doing it justice.

"Well, my.. Uh. My parents where killed. 'Collateral damage' .... So they said. It's was Perseus' doing so I want to help Mr. Adler take him down. That's why I am here" Her formality made you scoff, the whole sob story did, actually.

She knew who you were... You were sure of it. How could she fool him though? you had thought he was a smart man. You wanted to tell Russell, would he even believe it.

'Yeah you can't remember anything else but suddenly the "other woman" is a communist spy? Right'

You would need proof, maybe it'd be difficult, but that is your job.

So after all of that, here you sat in awkward silence in a rundown diner type bar, in primm. Adler had taken you there, just you, possibly to make amends, get on your good side, maybe gain your trust even.

He found out you hadn't eaten anything in the past couple days so he said something along the lines of "whiskey isn't food" And "I need you alive bell" It's not like you weren't used to not eating. It wasn't on purpose either, you just got busy or forgot. Plus him being frustrated always amused you, so maybe it was worth it this time.

"So how's... Things" He spoke with hesitancy. Carefully trying to not say something that will make you want to smack him, again.

You thought for a moment while slowly, eating your last fry and squinting your eyes at him.

"Oh ya know, things are a blast..." Sarcasm laced your words and you spoke again mumbling this time.
"Grand ol' time. "

You stared down at you fingers under the table.

"Right, you don't...have things. " He was mostly speaking to himself

"Literally nothing" You averted your gaze back up to him rubbing at your right eye, "kinda depressing don't you think" Proceeding to rest your chin on your hand, you spoke again "well... That's what I get for letting my guard down and being shot in the head"

"You, remember that? " He brushed past the chuckle and the humor in your voice

"He just wanted me out of the way, I guess I was 'that cool'....fuck him. " He chuckled along with you this time

"Do you remember anything else yet" You let out a deep breath at the question

"If you wanted to talk about work you could have said so, you didn't have do bring me out here"  Feeling a little hurt he didn't just want your company for you, you proceed to speak "if that's all you wanted, I'm done here" Standing up you take one last sip of of cola and make way out of the building

"Bell" He stood up as well and called out for you. He chased after you to grab your arm "stop"

"Adler I'm aware you are using me again, you don't have to hide it this time. I can't believe you, of all people, think I'm that stupid. " You yanked your arm away and walked out the door, heading to the car. The older man followed soon after.

The drive home was mostly silent, the faint noise of the radio could be heard playing some peaceful 60s tune. When the car had finally reached the safe house he stopped the car and just sat for a moment.

"I never thought you where stupid bell." Scoffing you went to talk back but he beat you to it. "And....im not using you, not trying to anyway"

"Yeah right Russell, that's all you ever did, it's in your nature, you use people to get what you want regardless of what it does to them. Then you throw them out like trash. Fuck you" You where just about to get out of the car, but he spoke again as your hand touched the car door.

"Maybe if you didn't bitch so much, you actually remember something useful" His words hit like a truck. It was unexpected as he had been just taking your shit talk twords him this whole time. And it had made you unable to control your temper saying some things you'd soon regret.

"This is your fault! You think I wanted this? You are the one who took everything from me! And you know what, I hope you die of fucking lung cancer you ugly Scarface son of a bitch!"  You open and slammed the door storming off to get inside as quick as possible, not noticing he got out too

"Be-" You turned quickly to cut him off not caring at this point what he has to say

"I don't even know my name!.... I don't even know when I was born. That's on you. " You weakly pointed at him then soon turned back around to get inside unable to handle the current situation.

A couple hours later after you deflected everyones "are you okay" Questions, you where currently in your quarters. Not being able to sleep, you had been peering out the window watching adler, who was still stationed in his car.

He was most definitely thinking about your previous conversation. And you knew he was regretting it, because you did.

You didn't want to regret it, he deserved all of it. He deserved all the monsters you now have because of him, all the  crude comments, all the punches thrown.

Even though you would never admit it, and your subconscious would never let you recognize it, what you really wanted was to move on. You didn't want to fight him anymore, you wanted it all to be over. If you got that, maybe you'd be able to feel something besides this emotionless hell you've been in for 3 years. Maybe you could let yourself cry again, or be happy again.

And before you realised it, you were making you way through the building to go back outside.

Back to him.

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