Retnikopf: Widow Of Siberia (old Version)

Chapter 7 - Your Mistake

The corridors were empty by now, anyone she saw she killed. Maximum casualties, no survivors. Vienna was hunting now, Novikoff was all she cared about. Looking through windows and open doors until she saw him. They locked eyes and she could see the fear in his. He knew exactly what she was capable of.

He took comfort in the fact that there was a five inch steel door between them. He watched her smile as she looked down and was clearly doing something with her hands for a moment. Novikoff watched as she brought her arm up to show him the gap she had cleaned off on her right wrist. The barcode.

"No no no, please," he begged as the light shone green to show the door opened, "Retnikopf, hear me please. You know me."

"I do," Vienna said, stepping through the doorway towards him.

Her appearance was a sight. Her hair was starting to fall out of its braid in strands around her face. Blood covered her body making her look like Carrie at the prom. Piercing blue eyes staring down at him.

"You won't hurt me, you can't," Novikoff said shuffling back as he crashed into the floor trying to get away from her.

"Then why are you crying on the floor like a little bitch," Vienna asked, smirking a little as she imagined what she was going to do, "is it because you don't know if what you did to me broke the pheromone or is it because on your orders I've had my nose broken enough times for it not to matter?"

"I made you," he tried to plead with her, "I am like your father, your papa."

"You're not my father," Vienna said simply, crouching down in front of him.

"I know who is," Novikoff told her, leaning forward, in almost a whisper.

"So do I," Vienna smiled, pulling a large hook with a ring at the end of the handle out of her belt where she had tucked it, "I found this, while I was looking for you. I think it will come in handy."

"I was in the room when they taught you innovation," he said, the desperation to fight for his life falling away from his voice, "I had to study your reaction to the material. I asked you what you saw first."

"I told you the hook," Vienna said, happy that he remembered too, "I remember that day very well, the same can't be said for the rest of my memories which is also thanks to you. But one memory I like to think about I think it was you that said it but I can't be sure. 'if you make a gun, always prepare to take its bullets. Because they always end up facing the wrong way.' "

"I didn't say that," Novikoff said, looking down at the large hook that she clutched firmly in her hand, "Melina did."

"A wise woman," Vienna smiled, a tear forming slightly in her eye as she thought about her.

Snapping herself out of the emotional moment, Vienna quickly plunged the hook into Novikoff's abdomin, catching it on his ribcage and lifting him off the ground with it. Using the ring at the end of the handle she hung him on a piece of metal above her head. A slight tap and he swung in front of her, causing him to make a strangled shout as the blood collecting in his chest gargled in his throat.

"Vienna," he muttered as the life in him began to fade with the blood loss.

"Da?"

"Is not your name," was all he mustered as he spat blood down his chin.

"It's what my mother called me," she told him with a soft smile as she looked up at him, "I will respect her wish."

With that, she put a hand on his ankle and pulled him as far down as she could easily take him. Pushing the hook deeper into his chest, piercing the heart.

Vienna let out a breath as she listen to him choke out his last. A smile on her face as she looked up to see the door to the file storage room standing right in front of her. She had only taken one step before her ear piece made a high pitch noise that mad her want to rip it out but before she could someone spoke.

"Vienna baby," the voice said, "it's me, it's mama."