1929
My dark brown hair was slicked back in an abnormally tight pony tail, the wind lightly blowing through my hair as I stood with my fists raised facing bed twelve. She has a name, that she was given by someone who loved her before she came here, but none of that mattered anymore. She was simply bed twelve in here unless she moved up or died before she can leave these walls.
Her jaw was clenched tightly as we circled each other, a small cut at the corner of her mouth as she growled at me quietly, almost making me want to laugh at her horrible way of trying to threaten me. Her breathing was heavy as my feet scrapped along the floor, staying firmly on the ground, knowing that if I moved them too much it would make it easier for her to get me off my feet. There was no mats, just solid concrete, so as soon as you were hit to ground your whole body began to ache.
She tried to swing her right arm into my face, as I easily ducked under her arm and throwing a punch into her stomach, knocking the wind from her. She was hunched over gripping onto her stomach, making me grab hold of her back and lifting my knee into her face. Whilst disorientated I pushed her to the floor as she fell with a groan, clutching onto her face.
I felt the stare from the instructors stare burn into the back of my head, her expectation looming over me as I stared at the small girl on the floor. I pulled my leg back as I kicked her hard in the ribs, her whole body writing as she let out a yelp of pain. No command to stop had come, leaving me with a clear instruction as I sent another kick, being met with a sharp crack.
I turned around, looking at the instructor with the large hooked nose, her eyes pointed at me as she lowered her chin in a nod. I turned back to the girl on the floor, tears falling from her eyes as she looked up at me, almost begging for me to stop. I squared my shoulders and clenched my jaw, letting out a shaky breath as I shook my hands on either side of me, knowing exactly what I had to do now. I slowly lifted my leg, my foot dangling in the air as I whipped it through the air, bringing it down and ramming it into the girls face forcefully.
She probably won't be getting back up after that.
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1931
I swung the ax above my head, fiercely swinging it around me before driving it into the floor with one last grunt, letting go of it as it stood up by itself. I turned of my heel, slipping the three throwing knifes out of the pouches on my legs and immediately letting the blades fall between my fingers. I retracted my arm back, throwing the knives one after the other at the target, all of them hitting in the centre circle perfectly.
I wrapped my hands around the batons that were strapped to my back in a cross formation, pulling them over my head and slinging them open in one flick of the wrists, creating two longer batons. I pulled them both down, hearing the wind part to let the hard metal pass as I swung them around me with loud shouts. I clicked the two magnetic ends together, making a longer staff, swinging it lightly in front of me before lifting it over my head. I used my fingers to twirl it through the air, striking pretend victims who were surrounding me in my brain.
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1935
I stood in a room that had a singular bulb hanging from the roof, the musty windows barely letting in any light as my feet were planted into the floor, not letting me move even if I wanted to. All four instructors who I had seen every day of my adolescence were standing behind me, a hooded figure sitting in a chair in front of me, their hands and feet tied together with rope.
The room was absolutely silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop with ease as it hit against the old floor boards. My breathing was steady as my warm breath hit the cold air, my fingers adjusting against the cold metal of the pistol I had in my hand. I lifted my arm, aimed straight at the hooded figure, the sights perfectly lined up to shoot directly in the forehead presumably, or at least somewhere in the head.
I didn't know this person and I didn't know if they had bad or good in their life, nor if they had a family who were expecting them home tonight or not. Perhaps there would be people who would miss them, but I've been trained to not care. The hooded person wasn't struggling against their capture, having accepted their fate - much like I had.
My finger hovered over the trigger and I took one breath in, holding it at the deepest point.- I squeezed the trigger, blinking as the loud noise erupted throughout the room. I wasn't fazed by the sound of gunshots anymore, it has been over a decade since I had heard one for the first time but now I've acclimated to it, the sound as normal to me as the tick of a clock.
The hooded figure slumps in the chair, the hood slightly falling off, letting long blonde hair fall out of the back of the hood. Blood was dripping down their body and hitting their knee, falling down their leg as it created a small pool at their foot. I lowered the gun by my side, moving my finger away from the trigger, the sleek metal just an object as someone set a hand on my shoulder.
I turned around, my combat instructor standing there as she held her hand out to me, causing me to hand her the gun as she slipped it into her holster. Silently she led me out of the room, her hand dropping from my shoulder as she walked ahead of me down the hall. She took a corner, opening a door that led down a hall that I had never been in before, with just one room at the end of the corridor.
I shuffled in slowly as she closed the door behind, the click echoing through the small hall we were now in. I walked to the other door, waiting outside of it until she opened it, pushing me in slowly as I stumbled over the threshold. A steel table was sat in the middle of the room as I turned to look at the instructor for some guidance of what it was for. She very unsurprisingly didn't say anything to me, nodding her head towards the table which told me what to do.
I walked towards the table and sat down on it, gently bringing up my legs and setting my head on the cold surface. The contact of the metal with my neck caused goosebumps to ripple down my spine, my breathing hitching as I laid my hands out flat by my side. I stared at the dark ceiling for longer than I had anticipated, the instructor standing by the door with her hands clasped in front of her.
After what felt like an hour, despite the fact it had only been a few minutes, the door opened up as another person joined us in the room. I didn't turn to look at them, knowing that it wouldn't matter to me who it was. There was no point questioning what would happen next, no matter how bad it may be. In reality, nothing could even begin to be as worse than everything I had done be this point.
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1939
My point shoes were tied tightly to my feet as the soft satin moved smoothly across the sleek hardwood floors. The burgunday leotard I was wearing stuck to my sweaty skin, the layers of my tutu moving fluidly with every move I made. My arms were up in the air as I did a fouetté arabesque, landing softly and with my head up high as I tried to steady my breathing as quickly as I could.
I held that position for a few beats, waiting for the tap of the cane that indicated I had danced to the expectations of the teacher. My private sessions had started a few weeks ago on top of my lesson with the other girls, though I didn't particularly need them, I knew it was a good thing to be seen individually by the instructors.
After no instruction came I dipped into a deep curtesy, not following direct orders as I turned towards the scowling woman. "You will receive the first dose of the Black Widow serum next week" she said to me, her voice cutting through the stale air as I stared at her blankly.
I had been here since I was six, and as horrid as it was, this was my home. I didn't know anything except from this building that I was raised in. However, the Black Widow serum was something every girl here wanted but only the best got, giving me undeniable pride as I straightened my back under her gaze.
She tapped her cane on the floor, allowing me to be dismissed but I didn't move for a moment, letting out a soft shaky breath. I stood still for a minute, staring back at her as she continued to look at me, neither of us saying a word. I knew that she could strike me for not listening to her instructions, but instead I stood there, setting my hands on my hips as my breathing slowed down.
"What will happen after?" I asked quietly, completely out of turn as this whole interaction seemed to be, not knowing if I was allowed to ask a question. She looked at me unexpectedly, having spoken without permission. "You will kill" she said as if I has just asked her a stupid question before tapping her cane on the floor once more. I lifted both arms gracefully and gently moved them both to the sides, thanking her for her audience.
I left the room, my pointe shoes clapping against the floor boards as I walked down the long corridors, my arms swinging by my side. I walked back to the sleeping room, as the other girls were doing late night training today, the room empty except from myself. I sat on the side of my bed, and began to untie the ribbons on my shoes, my finger shaking slightly as I did so, thoughts dancing around my mind.
I was going to become a Black Widow.
I quickly put on my night gown, climbing onto the bed and lifting my left arm before clicking the handcuff into place around my wrist. I smirked at the thought of me being the best, but I quickly wiped my face clean of emotion as fast as it had come.
I was raised to kill and that's exactly what I will do.
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A/N- so I'm currently just trying to set some back story for Alyona, the story basically starts after she's left the red room and begins working for Hydra.
The Black Widow serum is just a modified version of the Serum Steve got, so Alyona is basically Cap without the height and human Dorito thing.
She's also a little better at hand to hand combat than Steve due to the fact she grew up fighting where as Steve's abilities only came with the serum.
So that's the rundown on the serum and all.
also shoutout to my amazing friend for making the playlist for this book, I hope some of you will listen to it while reading Ally's story!!
Ha, lol, okay
Bye
EDITED 2024