TW: Fighting, slight violence
Pov y/n
When I wake up, I'm in the same small room as I was the last time I woke up. My body feels worse than the last time and when I touch my face, I can tell it's still sensitive from the slaps.
Where have I gotten myself into? How did I end up in the Red Room? I mean, I kinda know now why and how but my brain still doesn't get it.
I think about what Dreykov said about my mom and get angry again, I don't like people talking bad about my mom. She did so much good and should be appreciated for that.
Suddenly I remember that our last conversation was a fight and feel guilty and bad. I just wanted to get some fresh air and now I'm in the Red Room and maybe will never see her again. And I didn't tell her I love her. Tears form in my eyes as the realization hits, that I might never see her again. I didn't mean to leave her like this, in a fight that seems kinda stupid, compared to my current situation.
I'm captured by an organization that trains young women to become deadly assassins and there's probably no way out. This information sinks in and I start to panic internally. I'm not ready to give my life up to become someone's assassin, nor am I ready for the training.
Mom trained me in comeback and some fighting but that is nothing compared to this!
I'm not strong enough for this, I'm not safe her, at all.
Silent tears start to fall down my face and I curl up in my bed, wishing my mom could be here to comfort me. But she isn't and I'm not even sure if it's even possible for her, to get in her and especially to get me out of here. I'm trapped in this sick institution and have nowhere to be safe or comfortable. And even if mom would get in here, that's all they want, so they can use her.
More tears run down my face as I realize how hopeless my situation is.
After a while I feel like there are no more tears and I wipe my cheeks and try to calm my breathing. I need to think clearly now and as hard as it may seem, need to accept that I probably won't ever get out of here. Especially since my mom doesn't even know I'm in here.
I take a shaky breath and wipe the last few tears away to look around the room. There's a camera in one corner. Well, that explains why the widows came right after I woke up the first time.
And just seconds after I looked at the camera, my door opens and I see a widow, pointing a gun at me. It may sound dumb or naïve but since I know Dreykov's plan, I'm pretty sure, they won't kill me, which calms me down a little bit.
I know it doesn't make sense to put up a fight so I step out of my room to see a second widow and they escort me through the hallways again. We get to a room where I get the same training cloths as them and I am lead to a bathroom to change. There is no camera in here and I go to the toilet and put on the new cloths.
While changing, a little piece of paper falls out of my pocket and I pick it up to see it's Wanda's note, saying: Remember to smile, sunshine <3.
I feel my heart aching at the remember of Wanda but crack a tiny smile and stuff the note back into the trousers pocket, hoping I can keep them.
And I do. After I got changed, I'm lead back to my room to put my stuff away and follow the widows to a training room.
In here are more widows and they just look at me shortly before they turn back to listen to the instructor. I get pushed towards the front and the trainer notices me. She nods quickly to show the others, she noticed me before she continues to talk. Her voice is stern and her hair is strictly tied up and her face doesn't show any kind of emotion.
I try to listen to what she's saying but I'm honestly to anxious to really listen.
When everyone moves, I look around to see them pairing up and some other widow turns to look at me. Without words she makes clear, she chose me before she looks back at the slightly older assassin who demonstrates a fight move combined with a body slam on another woman.
I swallow when I see how less she cares if the other person is hurt and when she's done and tells us to practice it now, I am a little scared.
Since this seems to be a new move, the other widow has to learn it first and I block her first attempt pretty easily. For a second I'm proud of myself, that wasn't even that hard but when I see her angry glare and look around, I see that I wasn't supposed to fight back. But I can't just stand here and let her throw me to the ground multiple times.
She tries a second time and I block it again. The instructor sees it this time and walks over to us.
"What are you doing?" She asks harshly and narrows her eyes at me.
"I'm blocking her attempt." I answer a little intimidated.
"You're not supposed to do that! Let her practice and after that you go!" She commands and I nod and look away from her glare.
The next few attempts I let my partner do her thing and take in the combination of punches and kicks. After ten attempts, she gets it right and slams me onto the ground. I groan and hold my back. She looks at me unimpressed and waits for me to get back up again.
I guess I don't really have a choice and let her do it again and again. Until it's my turn but my body feels bruised and I don't want to fight back. But a glare from the instructor later, I'm trying to copy her move and after five tries, I pin the other widow onto the ground.
If I wasn't so exhausted and frightened, I would be proud that I learned it this fast. I repeat it a few more times until I'm out of breath and lean on my knees to rest a few seconds. Without a warning, my fighting partner goes back to doing it herself and I hit the ground again. This is gonna be a long training.
After what feel like forever, we get a break and head to a room where they seem to serve lunch.
I get my trey and sit at a table by myself. The fact that the food doesn't look very tasty is not important because I'm exhausted and hungry from all the training.
The feeling of being stared at gets more intense and I look up and look around. It's pretty silent and only a few girls talk to each other silently. I find the person who stares at me. A blond woman observes me and I shift a little under her watch.
She gets up and puts her trey away before walking straight up to me.
"You're new." She states with a Russian accent and I nod slowly.
"What's your name?" She asks and sits down in front of me.
My hunger is gone and I watch her expressionless face. Maybe not completely without expression, she seems a little interested, I can tell by the look in her green eyes.
"Why do you want to know?" I ask back, sounding more confident than I feel.
"You remind me of someone I knew a long time ago. So?" She explains and asks again.
I'm still pretty confused but I guess I can tell her my name, it's not like it's a secret here anyway.
"I'm y/n. Who do I remind you of?" I want to know and watch her scan my features and red hair.
"Y/n." She repeats, ignoring my question and I nod.
"What's your name?"
She looks at me as if she thinks about if she should tell me.
"I'm Yelena." She answers and I nod as reply.
"You should eat up, there's gonna be more training after lunch." She states and gets up and walks away. Okay, that was strange. But I guess she is right, I should try and get as much energy as possible.
After lunch I feel a little lost, not knowing where to go as the others march out of the room. The widow I fought against earlier comes up to me and points to a door and I start to walk towards it.
The afternoon training is as hard as the training before. This time we're working out and I hate it. I never really lifted weights but that's what I'm supposed to do now. It looks like I have a personal trainer because the other girls work out on their own but I have an older woman with me, telling me what to do.
Every time I can't find the strength for another push-up or plank or exercise, she glares at me and the first few times she just slaps me. After the fifth slap, my cheek burns and I force my body to continue working, not wanting to get more slaps.
It's more than exhausting and after what feels like forever, we stop to go get dinner. My body is way too tired to walk but I push myself to follow the others and eat something before the two widows from the morning bring me back to my tiny room.
They quickly show me a bathroom near by and then I'm finally left alone. I fall onto the bed and feel every muscle in my body. Not finding the strength, to get up again, I just fall asleep in my workout cloths. If that's gonna be my everyday life, it's gonna be hell.
A/n: I don't really know what to say so I hope you liked the chapter, even if it is different than the others.
Thanks for reading and love to you all <3