The Sisters of the Red Room | Yelena Belova

Part 6. Aren't you supposed to be the best Assassin?

TW: Alcohol drinking.

My eyes slowly opened, the feeling like glue had held them together finally breaking. As I saw a glint of light, I took a second to adjust my eyes. When they finally opened, I stared up at the chiseled ceiling and laid for a second. Feeling the presence of another, I felt Yelena turn into my side as she was still asleep. I looked down at the blonde headed assassin and tilted my head. I remembered it all, last night, that night. A beautiful memory that I wanted to relive again and again.

I slowly pushed myself up off the bed, being mindful of Yelena. Cupping her head gently and lifting it up before moving my body and slowly lowering her head back down.

However, the cautious movements didn't work. As I said, Yelena was a deadly light sleeper. As I began to climb out of bed, Yelena's eyes stayed close but she spoke towards me, almost as if she had been pretending to still be asleep.

"Why're you such an early riser?" She said in that blunt Russian tone.

"It's like 10 am already. It isn't that early. Aren't you supposed to be the best Assassin, you can't even handle an early morning?" I jokingly said towards her with a sarcastic tone, turning my head to look back down at her. As I said this, she opened her eyes and groaned.

She waved a hand and spoked towards me, snuggling against the pillows. "If I'm the best Assassin, why should it matter? слишком рано (Too early)" She simply groaned stubbornly. I allowed my eyes to roll and pushed myself out of bed.

"Елена, вставай (Yelena, get up)"

"Ah bullshit." She slowly got up from the bed, pushing herself up with hast. "So-.."

I interrupted her quickly, sensing what she'd say. "I'm not ready to talk about last night."

Her mouth simply closed and she looked at me with that clueless look and gripped her hands back, tying up her hair and heading to the bathroom to get changed. I let out a sigh and walked towards my clothes and got changed into a comfy outfit while she was in the bathroom, slipping on the clothes and allowing myself to think for a moment.

What was that last night? I questioned myself thoroughly, how could I let myself slip like that? My mind slowly thought of Yelena, the many looks she gave me and then I remembered. That was why. Yelena was extraordinary in my eyes but I wasn't used to this, we had a task at hand and all my training ever taught me was not to get distracted, not to slip. Distraction causes weakness which causes only pain. After years of having that embedded in my brain, it was hard to shake despite being free. Yelena on the other hand thought differently, was I some rebellious move for her? Rebelling against the red room who always pushed her to be a weapon. Did she want to finally feel to get back at them? What made me assume such things, my mind, I always thought there was some ulterior motive. Am I even aware of this?

"слабый, слабый, слабый! (weak, weak, weak!)" My thoughts were clouded by these words exactly, they repeated and conditioned my head with all I had ever known.

"Елена!" I said out loud and walked to the bathroom with swift steps, pressing my hand around the cold door knob and pushing it open quickly.

Yelena looked at me, she was standing there wearing a sports bra and tracksuit pants. She stayed looking at me and slipped her shirt on. I got a glimpse at the bruises and scars painted around her body like a canvas with cold, painful colours. Looking back up at her as she slipped the shirt on I spoke.

"I can't do this, I'm sorry. We are getting distracted and you are being rebellious! No. Достаточно (enough). We... we need to help the others, free them, it's the mission." I paused, choking down my words as I said this both firmly and confused, as if I were debating in my mind as I spoke.