𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘~ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 - 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑.

Madame approached her with an inscrutable expression, as always. They stood outside the academy, and for the first time in her life, she breathed in the crisp outdoor air. The ground beneath her feet felt strangely unfamiliar, marking a new and unfamiliar chapter in her life. The setting outside was unusual and mysterious, with a sense of foreboding in the air. Despite the fleeting feeling of freedom brought by the fresh air and the expanse of the wide sky, it was evident that this respite would not last long.

A daunting black van stood in wait, ready to transport her to yet another prison. As she stood there, awaiting her next command, a quick nod from the madame signaled her to start walking towards the black van, her inevitable destination. She refrained from looking back, knowing that the madame wouldn't want her to. She did, however, want to look back. For some reason, her heart yearned to return to the palace where she grew up. The Death Palace. She was the princess. Death's Princess. How did the princess survive without her palace?

She entered the van and sat alone in the seat. Guards would normally sit on either side of her; that was standard procedure. She wasn't normal, though. They were warned not to go near her. And to say that the guards were perplexed by this briefing would be an understatement. They'd surely heard whispers. People are whispering about her. 

When they gazed at her, they did not see the princess of death; they saw a child, a young girl of about eight years old. They traveled for three days. Nobody spoke for three days. When they arrived at their location, they uttered a single sentence. "We are here."She got out of the van, and the Siberian facility's massive metal doors opened up. There was no light indoors. The daylight rushed in through the open door, illuminating a person. He approached her, glanced down, and said, "Welcome to Hydra, Princess."

𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐁 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑  𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀. 

The little compartment contains simply a toilet, a bucket, and a dirty rag. 

Cold seeped through the cellar's walls, causing the little girl to shudder and clatter her teeth. She had slept off following a difficult and exhausting mission. 

It was extremely different from what she had done before; she was used to going undercover and then setting fire to the entire building, planting a bomb, or leaking information, but she had never assassinated someone firsthand, which was exactly what she had done in the previous hours.

She had to run through the Siberian wilderness and stop a car by blasting its tires before shooting the traitor, who was fleeing Hydra. 

No one runs away from Hydra.

Nobody can. Hydra confirms it.

Every single time

Perhaps that is what makes them dangerous.

A new set of injuries have appeared on her body, indicating that the traitor fought hard. But he didn't win. How? That is not something the child understands. He was a trained ex-hydra agent, one of the deadliest, with considerably more experience than her, but he lost, and she triumphed. How?