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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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2004
The killing did get easier over the next year. The more she did it, the less she felt about murdering people. The guilt of it was gone unless she was dreaming. During the murder, nothing else mattered but the mission anymore to her or the Red Room.
However, Madam B continued to believe that she could push her further. As ordered by Carlton Drake, she had started to build up Nova'a muscle, making sure to keep her agile while being stronger than the other girls, easily overpowering them in training.
Now 12, Nova had grown again. It was clear she was going to grow a lot because she was currently at the size of 5'8. Her chest had grown a lot, too, now being made to wear uncomfortable bras, the wiring digging into the undersides of her breasts. She looked more like a woman and not a child.
Lucky for the Red Room, that was what they needed. They needed a manipulator. Someone to sexualise, make men fall at their feet with their looks, sultry voices, sexual movements and alluring figures. Unluckily for Nova, she looked like an adult at 12, minus some baby fat on her cheeks.
None of those missions had started for her yet: Dreykov wanting her baby fat to grow out so she looked more womanly, which she wasn't because she was a child. She was thankful that all she was doing was killing, and not seducing. When both would start, she wouldn't enjoy that very much.
Jenny and Nova had to be secretive between them and to not get separated, the pretended to want nothing to do with each other, Lily the only one knowing what was going on and swearing not to say a thing and they trusted her not to. And as promised, after each mission, Nova bought back a pine cone for Jenny, if possible.
Her voice had also come back, now able to threaten people on her missions. Winter had finally managed to get rid of her stutter and what helped was imagining him saying the words, picturing the movements of his mouth in her mind. It was odd, but it worked.
Now, Nova grunted, pulling a bleeding man into his living room, his face battered and bruised, bleeding from his stomach. Because her fingerprints had been burnt off, no body know of her murders. Throwing his legs down onto the carpet, she breathed heavily, her black stealth suit tight on her body.
"What do you know about the Red Room?" Nova asked, pulling out a small knife and holding it to his neck.
"Nothing! I don't know what that is!" He screamed. Thank fuck they were in the middle of no where in this rich bloke's mansion. "Please, let me go! I-I won't tell anyone anything! I s-swear!"
"Stop lying!" Nova seethed, slamming the handle of her knife into his temple and he groaned in pain. "What do you know?"
"Nothing! I promise!" He yelled and she pressed the handle of the knife into his large gash on his abdomen, heading his cries of agony as it sunk into the bleeding flesh. "Fuck! Stop, please!"
"No. What do you know?" Nova repeated and got nothing so she pushed it further into the cut, keeping her boot on his shoulder so he couldn't move.
"Ow! Ow! Okay! I'll tell you!" He cried and she eased up a little. "I know about Dreykov!"
"What about Dreykov?" She pushed.
"The trafficking! The- The Widows! Everything!" He yelled. "It's all on my laptop and on paper in that set of drawers, there! I swear!"
Nova pushed off him roughly, Turing around to move to the drawers he pointed at, hearing him shuffle on the floor. Another yelp came from his when she pulled out a gun, holding it to him, facing the other way. He knew she could tell when and where he moved.
"Stay." She smirked and he nodded rapidly, holding up his shaky hands. "How many files?"
"All the files in there are about him and his plans." He panted and she flickered through them with one hand, humming. "See? I didn't lie, did I? You can let me go! I'll tell no one!"
"I'm not finished yet, chatter box." Nova stated, pulling out another wad of files.
Her eyes skimmed the writing, reading something about The Life Foundation which seemed to be a place of science. She read further, eyeing the words rocket, alien life form and space. She was interested yet it was none of her business. She just needed to know if they were the files.
A bang sounded followed by a scream of pain when Nova shot the man in the abdomen.
"Your fault. You moved." The assassin shrugged casually as he breathed heavily, holding a hand to his wounds. "I'll kill you if you don't tell me where everything else is?"
"Pictures. There-There's pictures in the box on my fireplace." He breathed and she grabbed the small wooden box, filtering through them and spotting images of Dreykov, some Widows, Madam B, Winter and even her. "That's all, I swear to you!"
Nova knew he wasn't lying this time, she was trained to detect lies and he wasn't. With a nod, she grabbed all of the files, the laptop and the pictures in the small box, which she tucked into her suit pocket. Without a flinch, Nova shot him between the eyes and his head slumped on the carpet.
"That's gonna stain." Nova mumbled, eyeing the white carpet with a grimace. "You never buy white furniture or carpet. It's a rule."
Striding out of the mansion, she walked into the woods that were beside it. Kicking around some twigs, she hummed to herself the tune of Innuendo, looking for a pine cone. She found a small one and tucked it into her pocket. The man had broken her earphones punching her in the head when he tried to fight he.
A jet was in the middle of the woods and when she found it, she climbed back in, strapping into the pilot's seat, starting it up to fly back to the Red Room.
