Red

All i see is red

"Tanya! Your next up." The fighting instructor demands close to explosive anger as I stared of into space. I quickly look up and state in a flat tone "yes sir". The first thing I ever learnt here was to hide my emotions, that's not something they actually taught us ,but the message was pretty clear as when you showed emotion they beat us raw till theirs not a place on us that isn't in some kind of pain. I walk up to the mat and await my instructions. "Anna, you go against her." The instructor said. Anna wasn't the most skilled fighter but definitely wasn't the worst. She made her way to stand in a place in front of me. I could tell she was slightly nervous as I see her hands tremble as she waltzed over. She easily shook of that feeling of unease and took a confident look on her face as she looked into my cold eyes. I knew Anna would try to hit me first so I tried to watch for the tell tale signs of how she was going to try to take me down. I noticed a second before it happened that her foot was slightly moving forward to me, meaning that she was going to try to kick me. As her leg lifted and kicked out at me, I stepped back of the mat avoiding the hit. I punched her in the face and with that as a distraction I aimed a kick to her shin. She almost gasped out in pain but swiftly got back into the proper fighting stance and went for me again. She aimed her fist to my nose but I caught it just in time. I yanked her arm down underneath me, dragging her top half of her body down with it and elbowed the side of her head with all my force - efficiently knocking her out. It was a quick fight but I was more merciful than I should have been - now the instructor would think I wasn't red room material for going for the easy option. But luckily he had his fill with the fight he got to see and a small, cruel smile was playing on his lips. Anna's unconscious body was dragged off to the side by one of the other red room girls.
I had a knack for thinking up new fighting moves on the spot which made me unpredictable in battle. " Natalia, you will fight against Tanya next." Sir commanded.
This time there was no fear or hesitation to see and even though I was slightly fearful myself ,no one would have been able to notice as on the outside I looked just as confident and stand-off-ish as her. Natalia's red hair was different to everyone else's here , but then again mine was also different- mine was an unnatural platinum blond close to a white colour. Just from the get go she was already looking for my weaknesses and my strengths when I hadn't even made a move.
She strikes at me first with a punch to the nose which I didn't expect and had no time to block. I tasted the metallic taste of blood dripping from my nose to my mouth from where she hit me. I focus again and tried to kick her in the stomach but she grabbed my foot so only a little impact reached her before she twisted my leg and chucked me on the ground. It felt like time had sped up and every time I blinked I was being squashed by her combat skills. I got up quicker than she expected ,which I used to my advantage, and grabbed onto her shirt to pull her to me. I head butted her hard and was satisfied when I heard a little , almost unidentifiable "umpfh" and saw already there was a small bruise forming. Before she could make any attempt to hit me I jabbed at her with my fists making contact with her ribs and managed to get a good hit on her once or twice before she threw me off of her. She glared at me and looked like she was going to kick me so I turned to block it but she then spun herself around and stood back on both legs and instead punched me in the gut. I doubled over - winded, rookie mistake. She then grabbed my head and dragged it down onto her knee. Dazed, I fell to the floor in a heap and just as I was about to pull myself up and carry on, Sir shouted " all right enough Natalia. Next two Zena and Eve get on the mats, chop chop!" Clearly getting bored.
They step up and the fighting commenced yet again.
Once their all finished and everyone has been fought, the instructor tells us to go to the dinning hall. As per usual everyone Is silent as they eat as no one is really friends here because we all know by the end of the black widow program only one of us survives.
We are led back to our bathroom to brush our teeth and I clean my bloody nose, and then we're brought to our shared bedroom. If you thought sharing a room with 13 other girls was bad try that AND being handcuffed to the bed post every night.
I drift into slumber and as I do the same nightmare appears again and all that's their is a desolate land and a pile of dead bodies and I'm the only one alive and with a gun in my hand.I realise I killed all the people mercilessly as I was told to - like a good little puppet. I wake up immediately and realised I was sweating and my wrist was raw from me thrashing around in my sleep almost to the point that blood was dripping. All we seem to do here is bleed and one day we will stop being able to get up from the wounds and we will be cut from the program , shot dead, bleeding out for the last time.we mean nothing , we are disposable, useless with out the red room - apparently that's their encouraging moto.

A/N
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I know it's not an original idea but I hope I can put my own ideas and spin on it. Feel free to give any input in the comments as I know I'm not the best writer. Thanks 😊