2004
Third Person POV
Five year old Persefoni woke up just like every other day. She sat up in her bed and waited for one of the nurses to unlock her safety handcuffs. That's what Madame B. calls them anyway, she tells the girls that the handcuffs protect them in their sleep so it would be dangerous to try to remove them.
Once everyone's handcuffs are removed they go to the dance studio to practice their ballet. But today was different when the girls arrived Madame B. stood next to a older girl with long red hair.
"Girls, this is Natasha. She will over see your training today, for a new mission. We need the best of the best, no screw ups." Madame B. said in a stern tone and we all gave a firm nod of understanding
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Natasha had been there for a week studying the girls but her eyes always went to a little girl that reminded her of herself. She was skilled and a quick learner, but it was clear she hadn't killed anyone yet. Part of Natasha wanted to get the girl out before she ever had to but she knew she couldn't do that.
"Her name is Persefoni." Madame B. said as she watched the girls fight around the room.
"She reminds me of you, she has ambition. She'll make a perfect widow." The woman said when Natasha didn't respond. When Natasha didn't respond again Madame B. seemed to take that as a sign of doubt.
"Line up! Persefoni, my side now." Madame B. instructed and the girls quickly rushed to comply. Five year old Persefoni stood stiff at her instructor's side as the woman instructed the girls to spar.
Persefoni watched in confused interest not noticing the way Natasha eyes showed horror at the familiar situation.
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After about 45 minutes the girls stood defeated as the watched Persefoni stand in the middle of the room in front of an older girl with fiery red hair named Vera, who had won the scrimmage.
In any other situation Persefoni might of smiled at her. Vera had always been kind to her even if she was older, the girls were like sisters to one another.
"Fight." Madame B. instructed, the demand sounding different this time and Vera knew why, she'd done this before. Persefoni hadn't, but Vera knew that if she held back Persefoni would pay for it so she didn't.
The two girls began to fight, throwing each other around. Persefoni using her smaller frame to slide around and get out of Vera's hold.
After about five minutes Madame B. seemed to be growing tired of the waiting and yelled
"Fight to win! Not for sport, I have taught you better!" As she said this Persefoni had slid under Vera's legs to get behind her and in Vera's haste to follow her she twisted her ankle and a sickening crack was heard. Vera fell the her knees as Persefoni wrapped her left arm around Vera's neck waiting for her to tap out.
"Persefoni." Madame B. nodded as Vera began to cry and Persefoni looked up at the woman for a moment before she pulled her arm with her right hand cutting off Vera's airway.
She continued to tighten her grip as Vera struggled but she never took her eyes off Madame B. as she waited for the instruction to stop, to spare her friends life...but it never came as Vera went limp in Persefoni's arm she gasped looking down at her. Vera, her big sister, her best friend, was dead and by her hand.
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CONTROL(Harry Potter x MCU)
FanfictionIn the beginning of the end, she will be born upon the darkest night onto those who seek the light. She will be born of undreamt power and will lead her allies to a grand victory. Many shall try to deceive her but all will fail. So it is written it...
