The Romanoffs

Natalia Alianovna Romanova (1)

Natalia POV.

Chokehold. Swing legs from under shoulder to over. Flip opponent while flip to land on feets. Hold head back. Break the neck. 
I watched emotionless as the dead body fell from previously in my arms. One of the new girls screamed and began crying as she watched. I meet her big, horrified, hazel eyes. 

"You make any sound without permission or asked, and you are dead."
"The only time you can speak without permission is in your room."

I felt the pang in my heart, because those were Madame B's words.

"No emotion under killing or watching someone get killed."
"You don't get a second chanse."
"Kill whoever breaks that rule. "
"Kill whoever breaks any rule."

I pulled out my gun, and aimed it for her. 

"No! I want out! Please! I'll leave! I never saw anything!" The girl screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks, and to the little pole at the floor.
"Please! I want to go home." She sobbed, falling to her knees.

I didn't let any emotion show in my eyes as I pulled the trigger, using her as target practice, shooting 3 times, throwing the gun to my other hand for each shot. The gunshots echoed in the room.
I walked up to her, and bendt my knees so I was down to her level, without my knees touching the floor.

"You are a monster." The girl whispered, before her life faded from her eyes. 
I know. 

"Natalia." Madame B, an old woman with gray hair and emotionless gray eyes, came up.
"What is this?" She asked strict tone, her eyes wandered off to the girls body.

"She spoke, and showed emotion while I killed Nadia." I spoke, as I had gotten permission. The older woman emotion less looked over at the now dead body.
Her eyes imediantly fell to fer wet cheeks and puffy eyes.

"You killed her. Good." I meet her emotionless eyes, with not only equel emotionless, but even less emotion.
"Come with me." Madame B. said, starting to walk. I folowed her without question, or speaking up in the first place.
"What are you girls looking at? There is always things you can do! Go! Kill your opponent!" Madame B. roared, and the girls ran up, starting to train. The gray haired woman rolled her eyes walking out with me.

"We have a project for you." The older woman continued as we got out.

"Project Black Witch." She handed me a black paper file, with red writing; Project Black Witch. I jumped over the pages with information, knowing I would probably regret it later, to the side where it stood; Sign. I knew it was me who were going to sign, as Madame B. handed me a black pen. I quickly signed: Natalia A. Romanova. As I was done, I handed it back.
"Very well. Meet me the surgery-center." Madame B. continued.

"Now rest. You'll need it." She ordered, making me nodd, quickly leaving. 
But when I laid cuffed to the bed I couldn't shake this feeling. What where they going to do to me?

~~~~~~~~A Day Later~~~~~~~~

I woke up when one of the securities pulled off my handcuff. My head was still sleepy, but like always, I didn't show it.
I got dressed, ate breakfast, before meeting Madame B. by the surgery-center, 

"Natalia." Madame B. greeted, getting a nodd from me in return
"You'll get called in, in a few minutes. Do as your doctor says." I  nodded knowing better than to make any sound. Madame B. studied me for a few seconds, before walking away. 
After two minutes, a man with brown hair, gray beard and brown eyes came.

"Project Black Witch?" he asked. I nodded. 
"Wonderful! What's your name Miss?" He asked, and I looked him emotionless, like always, in his eyes.

"Natalia Romanova." I greeted, ignoring my brain who shouted; GET AWAY! GO! LEAVE THE RED ROOM!

"Joseph Getty. And by the way; The no speaking until permission rule does not apply here." I nodded. 
"Lets start huh?" I nodded again. He led me in to the room, gesturing to the bed. I laid down, glaring as he picked up a vaccine.
"This will put you under sleep." Mr. Getty explained, stabbing the needle into my arm, making me fall asleep imeadiantly. 

~~~~~~~~Three Hours Later~~~~~~~~

"The sugery was an sucsess!" Mr. Getty's voice sounded over the room, as I slowly woke up.

"It better be, otherwise you would be target-practice for our young ladies." Madame B.'s voice spoke too. I slowly sat up, feeling an enormousu nausea hit me.

"Don't worry. The Nausea is after the vaccine, give it a while, and you'll be back as normal." Getty said, noticing me. I nodded. Madame B. waved me over, and led me to a room, it had a big gray bed, a table, a chair, a target-practice, some dolls at the sice of a human, a ballet corner, some clothes, a training corner, a lamp and a clock.

"You'll be living here until both part one and two of project black witch is done." Madame B. explained, not waiting for an answer, walking out locking the door, as probably replacement for the handcuffs.

What is project Black Witch?

A/N: I'm not sure how I feel about this, but ANYWAYS!