Empty. Cold
That was all I felt while in my cell. My name is Irene Montgomery. You may be wondering what is happening right now. Well the thing is when I was about 10 years old my parents sent me always for misbehaving too much or as they like to call it, being "chiflada"
Anyways, my parents found this really cheap boarding school in Russia. I ,obviously, had a problem with that because 1, who the hell sends their 10 year old kid across the world to get their act straight. 2... well there is no two because WHO sends their kid to RUSSIA!
When I got their, I found out why it was so cheap. It wasn't a really a boarding school, it was some type of assassins/spy training shit.
My first day their I was terrified. I thought that I wasn't going to make it ,but I sucked up my fear in order to make the headmistress happy so she wouldn't kill me. Ever since the age of 10, I've killed more people than I can count.
Now here I am, In a cold, dark, small, cell with no way out......
Or so I thought..
I was staring at the wall in front of me when I heard gunshots. I immediately got up to go and see what was happening. That's when I saw the famous black widow aka Natasha Romanoff , in all her glory, shooting the guard's in the chest. As soon as they were on the floor, she rushed to let the other women out of their cells. When she reached mine she stopped and looked at me. "I've seen the way you fight. You remind me so much of...me." She says "you've been watching me?" I said. Confusion laced in my voice. " yes. I've been watching all of you. I had to find out the easiest entrance and exit. I also I had to keep an eye out for you girls to make sure you were ok, and by the looks of it.. you're all fine."
Fine. Yeah... we're all fine
"Yes well nothing done to seriously." Natasha chucked "believe me I know." She said as she rolled her eyes. "So are we gonna talk all day or are you going to let me out so I can help you." I said impatiently "woah. Who said you were helping me?" Natasha questioned "I did. Just now." I said as Natasha narrowed her eyes and said "this isn't just some playground. This is real life and I can't have you holding me back."
She thinks I'm a child... well I sorta am. But that's not the point.
"Please Natasha. After everything that they did to me, I just..I need the closure that the red room and everyone working for it, gets burned to the ground."
"I hear you kid. I mean that's why I'm here and for other reasons we won't discuss. But I'm just letting you know, if you help and you get hurt in the process, I won't come back for you until it's all over. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Yes I understand." "Good. Now come on and get that can of gasoline would you." Natasha said while opening the cell.
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After me and Natasha fought all the guards and the brainwashed widows, we finally reached the headmistress office. When we entered, she was at her desk smiling up at us. "I know when I've been defeated. Go ahead. Cuff me." She said holding out her hands. "No. After everything that you have done to me, to Natasha, and to many other girls, you don't deserve only being cuffed." I said rage visible in my eyes.
"You're right. And I just wanted to apologize for everything that I have done to you Irene. You too Natasha. I just wanted to make you girls stronger." The headmistress said lying through her teeth.
"Stronger. STRONGER! You call making us kill at a young age STRONGER?! I lost everything because of you. You took away my ability to have any children. You took away everything while I was in here and for what? To make me into something I never even wanted? Irene is right. You don't deserve just being cuffed." Natasha said as she kicked the headmistress in the face, knocking her out cold.
Natasha turned to me while smiling "let's get stared shall we." "We shall." I said while pouring gasoline all over the headmistress's office and all around the boarding school which took forever.
Natasha and I were outside with only a tiny trail of gasoline in front of us. Natasha lit a match as did I. We both looked at each other and dropped the matches igniting the fire. We both watched as the boarding school went up in flames.
Finally. I'm free and I can go home now
We both turn around walking away from the burning building with smiles on our face.
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"You sure you don't wanna come with me?" Natasha said as she dropped me of at the airport. "I want to but I really miss my family and friends. But I hope we'll keep in contact. We will keep in contact...right?" I said hoping for her to say yes since I already considered her a friend after what she did. "Yeah. Here give me you phone and here's mine." She said as she gave me her phone as she typed her number in mine. When I put my number in her phone I saw I only had 12 minutes until departure. "You better get going if you wanna catch your flight Montgomery." She said with a soft smile on her face. "I hope to see you again Romanoff. Adios for now amiga." I said with a small smile. " wait. You know Spanish?" Natasha said with a confused face. "What. Does the name Irene not give you a clue." I said laughing "but yes, I do speak Spanish. I'm Hispanic. See you later Romanoff." I said winking at her. She just grinned and drove of.
Mystic falls here I come...again. Mom is gonna flip her shit when she sees im home...yay
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AN- ok so this the first chapter. I still can't believe I'm writing a story when I told myself I was only going to be a reader💀 but the things you do when your bored.
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