The Viper

The Dark

Russia-1998

"Get the child. She is of use of us, especially cause the blessing of death flows through her bloodline." Said the Russian officer to Drekov, the leader of the red room.

It was a cold day in the middle of winter, not a single ounce of sunlight shone through the trees, but somehow in Drekov's eyes, the day was as bright as ever.

Everytime Drekov found a new young girl to use in his schemes, it was almost like a kid on Christmas morning. Playing with the new toys and using them up, until it finally breaks, and you just so easily replace it. It was the point of the red room. Using young girls to do Russia's dirty work. No one ever understood it.

I was born in 1990, to parents I barely remember and an older sister, that left me and I miss her more than anything. But she probably never thinks of me, hell no one does.

I always wonder where she went or what became of her. My parents gave me up at the age of 2 and left me to die. That's when my sister was never seen again. A young couple picked me up and took me in so generously instead of leaving me out to brave the storm of life by myself.

Alex and Jenna Jervosky were some of the kindest people I have ever met. I was only 8, but as far as I knew at this point in my life, Jenna and Alex were my mother and father. The previous chapter before this one has caught fire and disappeared into the depths of my mind.

I never even imagined the two most kind people I've ever met would be involved in anything bad. That is until one rainy Sunday morning, when I heard loud banging from the front yard.

"Kat!!! Run and hide and DO NOT come out until mommy or daddy get you!" My dad said to me as a group of black vans pulled up to our small home with red hourglasses on the side. So I ran. I ran all the way into my own room and hid under the bed. My curious mind didn't allow me to sit and accept the situation, so I listened closely to see what was going on.

"Drekov, I told you, I had the cargo moved out of Sokovia so it wouldn't interfere with our future projects. I don't know what else you want from us!" I heard my dad scream.

"My apologizes young Alex. Your naive nature has fooled you...." Said a man with a deep voice with a thick Russian accent. "I only needed your financial assistance in this game, now you wish to be repaid. Hahaha... my dear friend, no one has that control over me"

I was mortified. Who is this man and what game was my family playing? Did I fit into this?

"General, you have no control! The red room is a failing project and you and I both know one day it's all going to come crashing down and it'll be your fault. Don't be so high and mi-"

Then. That is where it changed. 2 single bangs louder than anything my young ears have ever heard. That is when my life changed.

Footsteps ran all around the house. Searching, shots and the sounds of rummaging ringing out. Until they reached my room.

The group of men. Grabbed me by the arms and pulled me out from underneath my bed. They pulled my small frame down the stairs, and I saw Jenna and Alex on the floor covered in their own blood.

That is where my fucked up, crazy rollercoaster of a live began. Katarina Romanoff's life had just begun.