𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄
𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦.
" Cryogenic Sleep. "
The room is filled with a mixture of dimmed lighting and bright lighting. Multiple men stand spread out across the large room, most of which surrounding a single teenage girl. She sits in a semi-cushioned chair, somewhat reclined back, with chains and leather binding her to the seat, not allowing her to move a single inch. A young aged man sits on a wooden stool next to her, dressed in all white, with dark splashes of red taking over the calming color. With zero emotion in her face, she sits with the top half of her dress removed, allowing the doctor to help cauterize the wound she had received only a few hours ago.
A pile of flaming coal sits in a bowl next to the doctor, everyone in the room knows exactly what's about to happen to the young girl, this not being her first time. After allowing the knife to sit in the hot coal for over fifteen minutes, the doctor reaches down and gradually grabs the knife, making sure not to burn himself he slowly but surely places the side of the knife on top of her wound, just above her left breast; the heat from the flames being the most efficient and quickest way to help her.
After 13 long years the scorching pain, it's something she has gotten used to by now, it felt nothing more than a cigarette being placed onto her bare skin. While he closes her wound she sits still in her chair, looking straight ahead at the men who are doing their job.
After a very long minute, he pulls the knife away and tosses it to the ground, no longer needing it now that they're done. He pushes himself out of his seat, so he's now standing above the seated girl, he barely leans down and gently wipes away a single tear with his thumb since she's incapable of doing it herself. He gives her half a sympathetic look as he turns around, he walks away and leaves her alone with the rest of the men, his job now done until he's needed again. When he steps out of the two large doors his footsteps come to a stop, as he meets up with his boss.
Hearing a small voice, the tall, dark haired man turns around and looks down at his number one doctor. "как она?" He calmly speaks, knowing all his men are listening to their conversation but none will speak unless spoken to.
[Translation: How is she?]
Keeping his chest high, showing no fear, "She'll be alright. Just give her a few hours and she'll be able to continue with her training." He says, speaking English, while maintaining a submissive eye contact with the older man who's wearing an all black suit, knowing if he doesn't he'll get fired, or worse.
The boss glances between his guards and his doctor. "No need, she'll be taken care of in an hour." He half heartedly lies. He glances across the way, through a tiny window, and watches the girl in silence. Neither he nor his doctor speak a word until he lets out a deep sigh. "You'll be paid by the end of the day. уехать."
[Translation: Leave.]
With a single nod, the doctor excuses himself, he walks past his boss and leaves the whole facility, knowing if he stays any longer his protection will be stripped away, and he won't see his family again. The boss whispers a few words to his most loyal guards before pushing through the two large steel doors, wanting to take a look at his best assassin. As he walks towards the middle of the room, his eyes scan all over the place, making sure everyone in the room is doing their jobs, and no one is slacking. When he gets to the middle, standing in front of the girl, he looks down at her, watching her sit there, still chained up, not moving a single muscle, her eyes looking off into the distance, avoiding eye contact. His eyes scan over her body, he watches her skin slowly begin to dye down from a bright scorching red, to her natural pale skin tone.
Not saying a single word to her, he walks away and walks towards the scientists who work for him, all of which are finishing their calculations, making sure everything goes it plan, knowing if a single thing is out of place then their plan can possibly be the death of them all, which he doesn't want nor need. His workers spend the next half hour doing as they're told to do, knowing if they don't they'll quickly be replaced. He walks out of the room, allowing his men to work without being frightened for their life; while he's out of the room he walks away, grabbing one specific thing that needs to be grabbed for his assassin. When he gets the green card, telling him everything is ready to go, he walks back into the large room, and immediately walks towards his best work.
He chooses to stand tall, hovering above the girl, showing his dominance to her. "такие глупые ошибки бывают только у глупых маленьких девочек." He aggressively says, while pointing down to the freshly healed wound on her chest. His eyes trace her whole face, when he notices that the young girls' eyes are anywhere but on him, he harshly grabs her jaw and forces her to look up at him, giving her a look filled with no emotions. "You look at me when I'm speaking to you. Do you understand me?" He raises his voice at her.
[Translation: Only stupid little girls make such stupid mistakes.]
"да сэр." She calmly states, this time maintaining eye contact with the older man.
[Translation: Yes sir.]
He lets out a long sigh, before he crouches down to his knees; now being face to face with the teenage girl. "мой маленький убийца," He starts, this time using a calming voice. "I have some big things planned for you. So, I'll release you from these chains, but just know if you should do something you're forbidden from doing... you know how it'll end." He calmly and slowly says, knowing the young girl is taking in every single word he says.
[Translation: My little killer.]
Once he receives a small nod from the girl, he reaches forward so he can unchain her. He starts by undoing the leather that's bounding her neck, allowing her to breathe properly. He then moves to her stomach, giving her upper half room to move if she wants to. He roughly yet softly reaches down and unchains her ankles from the chair, knowing she won't try anything — not yet at least. With a sliver of hesitation, he carefully unchains her wrists, that being the last body part that's held down, he drops the chains to the ground, a clink echoing through the concrete room.
The blonde girl sits still in the same spot she's been in for the past few hours, knowing she can move now that she's untied, her eyes scan across the room, counting the amount of men who are in the room with some form of weaponry. In a split second, she smoothly pushes herself out of the chair, and slams her foot down into his groin, causing him to hunch over, giving her a chance to swing her foot high in the air, now kicking him in his chest. Seeing the young girls' actions, every armed man in the room and outside of the room immediately raises their guns, aiming directly at the girl, ready to pull down on the trigger at their boss's words.
He holds his hand up, "все нормально." He calmly speaks to his men in Russian, knowing most don't understand English. Each and every one of them follow his orders, and slowly lower their weapons down to their side. When he looks back at the young blonde girl he aggressively reaches down and wraps his hand around her throat. He pulls her closer to his face, her feet barely touching the ground. "после всего, что я для тебя сделал? вот как ты отплатил мне? пытаясь причинить мне боль?" He tightens his grip around her neck, causing her to place her hands on top of his wrists. "I can snap your neck with just my bare hands, is that what you want?" He stares deep into her eyes.
[Translation 1: Everything is fine!]
[Translation 2: After everything I've done for you? How did you repay me? Trying to hurt me?]
She struggles to breathe, "Do it! Kill me! Don't be a little bitch, kill me." She yells. She looks deep into his eyes, perfectly matching the sadistic look he's giving her, the same look she received everyday since she was four.
Hearing her talk back to him, he clenches his jaw and in retaliation tightly squeezes her throat, tempted to break the bone in his hand, but knowing it'll be a big mistake, he aggressively throws her to the ground, not caring if she gets hurt or not. She quickly places her hands by her chest — using them as protection, stopping herself before she can hurt herself from hitting the ground. Once she's stable, on the ground, she instantly reaches her hand up to her neck and gasps for air. When she gets only a few deep breaths in, she pushes herself over so she looks straight up at him, she watches the way his jaw twitches, and the anger that flows through his eyes.
"пизда." She spits at him, knowing exactly how to pinch his nerves the correct way — being as he kidnapped her and technically raised her.
[Translation: Pussy]
Knowing exactly why she chose to speak in Russian instead of a different language — so all of his men can understand her — he turns to face her again. This time he barely crouches down and grabs a large chunk of her hair, using it to pull her up to her knees. He looks her in her eyes for a moment before kneeing her in the face, forcing her down flat onto her stomach. He takes only two steps until he's standing above her, he places one foot down directly in the middle of her spine, forcing her to stay down, this time embarrassing her in front of everyone. "ты, мой маленький друг, пожалеешь, что сказал это." He angrily says, raising his voice at her, everyone already knowing how short his temper is, especially when it comes to her.
[Translation: You, my little friend, will regret saying that.]
He looks down at her for only a moment longer before turning around so he can walk away from her, needing to calm himself down so he doesn't do something he'll regret. He walks towards his most trusted guard, and grabs a large black item from him. He whispers a few things to him before turning back towards the blonde girl. Knowing she won't say anything more, he tosses the clothing item to her. "Get dressed and let go." He calmly states before turning around to walk out of the room.
Knowing the consequences, she leans over to grab the item he gave her, she pushes herself off the ground so she's now standing, allowing herself to get a better look at what she has to put on. Within a few minutes she strips herself from the dress she was previously wearing, and easily slips into the tight black bodysuit. Once she's wearing her body suit, she walks past every man who's looking at her, and exits the room where the head man in charge is waiting for her. He looks her up and down for a moment before handing her her a handful of daggers, and two guns — knowing she won't use them after what little stunt she just tried to pull — he gives her a minute to put everything in their respected place before letting out an annoyed huff.
He takes a step closer to her, and grabs the back of her neck, leading her out of the hallway they're in. He leads her down many more hallways, taking her to a completely new part of the building. To a new room. A room she's never been in nor near.
The room where everything will change for both Triad and the young girl.
As soon as she enters the room her eyes immediately scan her surroundings, taking in everything about the room. She looks for all the exits — only two — as well as the number of armed men who follow behind her and the man who tells them what to do. She notices at the back of the room, there sits many computers lined and stacked in rows, and men in all white lab suits standing behind them, typing away. In the middle of the room stands a large cylinder shaped machine. Most of which is built out of some type of metal, and glass that's mainly on the front half, allowing whoever to look in or out of it. Three men stand multiple meters in front of said machine with three computers propped up on top of a desk. Two of them continue to type, while the third one stands directly next to the machine, checking all the wires that are involved to make the machine work.
As soon as she realizes what the machine is meant for, her eyes instantly widen. Trying to play calm, she cautiously begins to walk backwards, wanting to get as far away as she can, but before she can make it far she roughly gets pulled back into her place. The older man places his hand onto her waist, forcing her to stay still. She barely moves her head so she's now looking up at him.
"No." Her voice barely comes out, whispering so no one in the room can hear her. She turns to face the machine, then back up at him. "нет... зачем?" She speaks up, talking to him, once she notices that he's looking back down at her.
[Translation: No... Why?]
Instead of getting a verbal response from him, he lets go of the back of her neck and aggressively spins her so they're facing each other once again. He raises his hand in the air which causes her to harshley flinch. Keeping his hand raised in the air, he keeps direct eye contact with her, "Вы не должны были предать меня." He states, not caring if any of his men are listening or not.
[Translation: You shouldn't have betrayed me.]
With her eyes wide in shock and confusion, "I didn't." She softly speaks so most of his men can't understand her. He looks her up and down, not believing what she's saying. "I didn't!" She raises her voice. "Why would I betray you? Huh, why? Even if I did you and I both know I would've gotten away with i-"
Her words firmly get cut off by the man's palm slamming down onto her cheek. At the feeling of getting slapped she immediately shuts her mouth, making sure no more words come out.
He deeply inhales as he glances around the room for a quick moment, he then leans down, moving closer to her. "You knew this was coming from the day I took you." He whispers into her ear. "Now, either you sit down in that chair or I'll go grab little Natasha. That is her name, correct? The little girl you're willing to kill one of my guards for?"
"Why give me weapons when you're just going to throw me away?" She asks, her voice just below a whisper, her eyes focused on his baby blue eyes.
"You're still under my control, I give you what little opinion you have because it helps you on your assignments. Right now, I understand that you're unhinged and a little erratic, but one little switch and you'll do everything I say." He barely answers her question.
"And as soon as I sit in that chair, you're going to flip it."
"No, there's no point." He states, shaking his head. "So just do as you're told. Right now you have more to lose than you did a month ago. Little Natasha, your mind, and your will, your choice... just listen. Simple."
Not saying another word or making another noise, she allows the older man to walk her to the empty chair. She willingly sits down, while he walks away from her, grabbing an item that she uses on all her assignments. Something only she wears, none of his other subjects. He's away from her for only three minutes before turning back towards her, this time with her item in his hands. Not needing to look down at his hands to see what he's holding, she already knows he's holding her mask. More specifically a mask that covers only her mouth. Using his free hand, he places his finger below her chin and pulls her face up, so she's looking up at him. Not using much effort, he forces the mask onto her lower half of her face; she allows him to do whatever he pleases with her, knowing there's nothing more she can do.
She is completely useless compared to him.
Within a time span of thirty minutes, they force the blonde teenage girl into the chamber, tying her down so she can't escape in the process. The men on the computers finish what they've started, only to start typing again so they can start to process. The glass begins to lower, closing around her body. Despite it being a small closed space if she were able to move she'd have a lot of space to move around. The antifreeze smoke fills her holding cell, making the glass fog up; no longer allowing her to see out of it or them in it.
Her body temperature begins to decrease by large increments, jumping from 37° C all the way down to -300° C within minutes. Her eyelids start to feel heavy, so she allows herself to shut them. Within a single minute after she closed her eyes, she was gone. The only thing the Russian men can see through the glass — what little bit wasn't covered by the frost — is the teenager chained down, her eyes closed, with her muzzle covering her mouth.
A cooling yet harsh way to go out.
"я сделал то, что должен был сделать!" The higher superior speaks up. "мы все знаем, что сделала Поллианна. так же, как мы сделали с Черным Убийцей, никто не будет говорить о том, что мы сделали." He turns to face everyone in the room. "и если ты заговоришь об этом, я сам тебя убью!" He manages to remain calm while speaking to everyone, once he's done he gives them a small nod, and exits the room, allowing everyone to process what they've seen.
[Translation 1: I did what I had to do!]
[Translation 2: We all know what Pollyanne did. Just like we did with The Black Assassin, no one will know about what we did!]
[Translation 3: And if you talk about it, I'll kill you myself. ]