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Crimson Red walls

"Заново!" (again) yelled out an older woman. The girls that currently occupied the room looked up in exhaustion. It was well into the day, and they had been dancing for hours. The young girls, all who ranged between the ages of eight and ten, had long since lost count of how many times the cold woman forced them to repeat the routine.

Anya's feet bleed, staining the ragged ballet shoes, matching the rest of the girls. As she went through the motions, she examined Madam B closely, as she did daily. There was no denying the old hag was beautiful, even if nearly eight-year-old Anya could admit to that. Madam B was a relatively tall woman, standing at 5ft 7, her high cheekbones, full lips, and perfect blond hair gave her an angelic appearance that nearly masked the demon she contained within her, only visible through her empty eyes. Anya looked at her in annoyance, beginning to grow tired of her little games, trying to weed out the Unworthy girls from the group. Today, like every day, Madam B wore a long pencil skirt dress, and of course, it was in her favorite color, black. Anya wanted so badly to roll her eyes at the old lady, she was growing sick of the color back, as Madam B ensured that everything that the girls wore matched her "cold black soul".

"Снова вы грязные зверушки!" (again you filthy little animals, again!) Madams B's voice shrill through the room surrounded by mirrors. Suddenly, a girl, about nine years old with pretty blonde hair stumbled for half a second. Everyone stopped abruptly, and a sickening smile crept onto Madam B's face. "Всем, кажется, наша дорогая Екатерина пропустила шаг" (Everyone, it seems our dear Ekaterina has missed a step) The old hag stepped closer to the poor girl, Ekaterina began to shake in fear, on the verge of tears, when suddenly Madam B opened her wretched mouth once again. "Аня, Екатерина, шаг вперед." (Anya, Ekaterina, step forward.) Anya knew what was coming, but she wished it wasn't her, she prayed to whoever was listening that she wouldn't be chosen, but of course, luck was never on her side. She knew she would have to fight poor Ekaterina, this was Madam B's sick way of weeding out the Roses. Ekaterina made a mistake, and the only way to redeem herself was a fight to the death.

Anya was terrified, and despite being in the red room for three years, she was yet to take her first life, she was dreading it but it was her or Ekaterina. Anya stepped forward carefully to only show indifference on her face, while Ekaterina was forced forward by two of the older girls who smirked wildly, waiting to catch a glimpse of the bloodshed. Anya raised her fists as Ekaterina let out a sob, she knew she wouldn't win the fight, she was weak but she could put up a fight although a short one. Anya struck first, her fist connected with Ekaterina's cheek, and a sickening crack echoed in the room. As the blonde stumbled back, Anya stalked forward and continued her assault. Ekaterina only managed to connect her fist with Anya's abdomen once before she was swept from her feet. Ekaterina was done for, she would die and Anya would have to carry out her death. Madam B walked up behind Anya, put a hand on her shoulder, handed Anya a Glock, and whispered into her ear, "Закончи, Аня" (finish it, Anya) Seven-year-old Anya took the gun from Madam B without hesitating and pointed it at Ekaterina, it was kill or be killed. Despite knowing that death would be merciful as opposed to continuing in the program, she held onto the hope that one day she would be reunited with the blurry memory that was her father. Anya's eyes met the puffy ones of Ekaterina who cried hysterically, beginning her life. "Аня, пожалуйста, не делай"(Anya, please don't) pleaded Ekaterina with desperation. Anya let out a breath as she painted the walls of the ballet room a thick crimson shade of red.