Free widow

Chapter one - the red room intro

5am -
Y/n lays in her bed unfazed by the beaming red lights that cover the outside corridor, she's to busy trying to understand the numbness that possesses her. Maybe it's all the blood on her hands from incident victims or the ruthless training she goes through each day.
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But before y/n thoughts starts to consume her, she's interrupted by the heavy footsteps echoing the outside corridor; steps which seem to be getting louder by the second. Her room door suddenly unlocks and y/n is meet with a tall brisk guard,
'It's time for your training age 525' says the guard. Y/n is hesitant at first because she's tired of the brutal training, but as her eyes make contact with the bat that the guard starts to firmly hold, y/n sits up on her bed.
'Fine, let me get dressed first' she replies, as y/n grabs her a pile of, neatly stacked, all black clothes the guard stands still and broadly in her room,
'Can I get a little privacy please' her eyes piece the guards which causes him to leave the room.
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Hair tied back, jacket zipped up, boot laces tied, y/n securely steps out of her cell-like room greeted with a lengthy hallway covered in red vivid lights which seem to go on forever; but it's nothing that she isn't already familiar with. Once she is spotted by the guard he emidiatly ,with force, handcuffs her - y/n smirks,
'To scared of my power' y/n mockingly says, but the guard dosent reply just shoves her and they both start walking down the hallway, which is filled with other widows walking in the same direction.
Y/n isn't afraid to be bitter anymore, - growing up surrounded by cunning assassins seemed to influence her way of thinking - soon enough her and all of the widows emotions gradually fade away into nothing. It's like her mind has been taken and replaced with... a cold dark void y/n knows somethings wrong but can't quite figure it ou...
'this way' the guard snaps interrupting her thoughts, But y/n shortly snaps back slightly loosing her temper, 'I know where I'm going, I been here for
over 15 years!'
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Y/n enters a gym-like room ,primarily black with dominant spotlights covering almost every area, already filled with hovering widows. She grabs two white and black samurai swords from a neat pile of weapons on a near by table whilst taking of her jacket, placing it down, and took her position on the floor.
'Agent 525 and 502 begin please' an echoing voice which came from the back of the gym instructed. Y/n grasps the two swords as agent 502 took the first swing, but y/n swiftly ducks - missing the blade of 502s knife. Raising her swords y/n didn't take long to retaliate, her swords blade made a deep cut in 502s thigh. But when blood gushes out of the agents leg it doesn't stop her from becoming even more focused. When agent 502s anger rises, y/n seems less focused and strong she begins to realise that she might not win this fight.
'I won't win... I've always been the best what will they do if I'm not', y/n intrusive thought begin to cloud her judgment making her unfocused. The thought of not being the best makes her feel sick, at the end of the day she doesn't know what it's like to not be the best it's what she's know all her life, it's what the red room has taught her.
With these thoughts y/n regains her force and briskly wraps her arm around 502s head. With one sword pointing to the agents neck and the other slowly piercing her stomach. The agent 502 is forced to tap out and deferment is painted across her face; along with a harsh bitterness.
'Good job agent 525, I almost thought you didn't have it for a second, but you bounced back at the last minute' the echoing voice stepped from the shadows in to one of the brightening spot lights.
'Thank you, commander.' Y/n replies with her hands straightened behind her back.
As the other widows begin to fall out of there formation in the middle of the gym, the commander pulls y/n to the side of the room...
'We have a new mission for you agent L/n...' the commander begins to say 'simply terminate this target; nothing you sent already firmly with' then they begin to show her a picture of an indecent looking woman, 'you will be given a new identity, weapons, money and a location of the target; your missions starts now.'
'Instructions obeyed' with that y/n grabs her jacket from the table whilst carefully placing the two Samurai swords down and strides out the double doors...