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"Will I d-do that again?" She asked quietly as he grabbed a new wipe.
"Yes." He nodded, wiping down her forehead.
"A lot?" She questioned, swallowing thickly.
"Yes." He repeated. "What are you thinking?"
"W-whether to do it or not." She sniffle...
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(Warnings: murder, a lot)
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It was time for Nova's last assessment, her langue one having being passed easily. For this test, she was traveled to what looked like a large warehouse, agents in the car as well, keeping an eye on her. Other cars were joined as well, stopping outside of the warehouse.
Nova was pulled out of the car roughly and led to a small room at the top of the warehouse, girls disappearing into others. In the room, she was handed a skin-tight black suit like the other Widow's but hers was obviously smaller. Knifes were handed to her followed by two guns. So, she quickly changed and strapped the guns to her thighs and hid the knives in her suit.
In the corner of the room, a speaker crackled as it turned on.
"There are 20 of you in this building. For you final assessment, you have to be the last one standing. For each of your guns, you have been given 3 bullets, 6 in total as well as two knives. All of you have had the same training, you are all at the same level. You don't try hard enough, you die. When the alarm blares, your test will start. You have one hour." Madam B's voice rang out sternly.
Nova's hands twitch nervously at her thighs, head running a million thoughts at a time. If she didn't do this, she would die. And obviously there is no coming back from death. But, if she did do it, she would have to kill a lot of other Widow's. She didn't even know who they were. Although, she presumed they were the ones from the gun assessment.
The door to her room was opened and it was followed by a loud alarm. She was shoved out of the room by and agent and looked around. There was no map of the place, she had no idea where the other girls where no, so she knew nothing.
Nova needed to get lucky with this.
A sudden gunshot sounded to her left and she decided to run to the right. Cracks were all over the floor, in the walls and the ceiling. Large logs of chopped wood stuck out of the walls and Nova saw a crack in the floor so she jumped, hands curling around the log and her body barrels through the hole, rolling over before getting up on the feet.
A shout sounded from beside her and a girl jumped from out of the wall, holding up her knife. She took a slice at Nova who ducked, doing a forwards roll out of the way, hands fumbling to grab the knife up her sleeve. As she dodged the girl slicing at her, the knife caught her shoulder, ripping at her suit a little.
Going back to her feet, Nova jumped, hands grabbing the scaffolding bar over her head and she swung, kicking her legs into the girls face and she was knocked back. Still on the pole, she reached for the gun in her thigh holster and shot the girl under her in the neck, jumping down and running off.
Nova crept through the halls, ducking behind walls and slipping through cracks and holes in the floorboards and walls. Unnoticeable cameras followed all of the girls around, watching them to see who would die and who would live.
