Electrifying⚡️pietro maximoff((( currently on hold)))

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The school, as it turns out, was much more than ballet. Electra, was stunned when she first walked into the building; guns, knives, and tutus laid out in the various rooms.

Electra decided that she liked it there. This was her second chance. Yet this time around, she didn't want to be a pushover. She wanted to be fierce. She wanted to be strong.

The instructors were tough, never letting any of the girls slack-off or dilly dally. Electra learned that Anastasia, was also an instructor. Very quickly she realized that Anastasia was not her friend during school hours.

Everyday her schedule would be the same.
-5:00 am Wakeup
-5:15 am eat breakfast
-5:30 am do the morning 5k run
-6:00 am go to the ballet room
-12:00 pm lunch
-1:00 pm language class
-3:00 pm hand-to-hand combat
-4:00 pm gymnastics
-5:00 pm target practice
-6:00 pm dinner
-7:00 pm bathe
-7:15 pm free time
-8:00 pm bed time

Of course it was tough-Being controlled like that, but it paid off in the long run. During her free time she talked to Anastasia or practiced her powers. This is how it was for another 20 years. In this time, she realized, she didn't age. At first she cried, she would never grow old and live happily, she could never be married. Then, the tears stopped and she realized she would be unstoppable. She would never fade. Never wrinkle.

Everything was starting to look up until Anastasia died during one of her missions. The blow was tough on Electra. Instead of crying about it though, she trained harder. She pushed herself until her nose would bleed and she had to be carried out the gym.

She was a top assassin. They stopped training her. They claimed she was already, unbelievably powerful. So they sent her on a mission.

Her mission was to kill the leader of a Dutch mafia. He was apparently getting in the way of bigger plans. When the moment came that she was face to face with the tall blonde she vented all her anger onto him. The gods would be frightened to be him.

She cut off his fingers, one by one. Then, she burned remaining nubs on his hands. It gave her joy. And it didn't even phase her on how wrong it was. She never stopped to think if he had a family, or if what she was doing was cruel. The only thing going through her mind was how the adrenalin pumping through her veins felt. She electrocuted the man slowly, only later in life did it make her sick by the way she smiled at his screams.

When she returned from the mission, she was praised by the instructors. But, her friends started to envy-even fear- her.

She had truly become unstoppable. She had a name for herself. Electric Rose. The name fit, the only trace she left behind was a single kiss in red lipstick on her victims cheek. The red lipstick was bright, like a rose, and I think the electric part is obvious.

For years she was an expert. She was so out of control. The school that built her, had begun to fear her. They watched as every bit of sanity drained from her. They knew that there was a limit to even assassins.So they sent people to... Take care of the problem.

To say it caught her by surprise would be an understatement. She, of course won the fight, but it seemed to open her eyes.

After she shot a assassin in the head, one still cowering in the corner, she looked into the mirror. Her face was splattered with blood- not her own-, her hair was a sickly light blue and her eyes twitched with crazy. She dropped her gun at the sight.

She realized what she had become. And it scared her. Thoughts ran through her head a 100 miles an hour. Only after 10 more minutes of silence, did she realize the young girl in the corner. Her bright orange hair was knotted and her whole body shook with anticipation.

"What's your name?" Electra asked the young girl, who was no older than 16.

"Natalia ," she replied. Her shaking form only added to the guilt on Electra's shoulders. Electra took a moment to look around, five people laid dead on her floor. All of them most likely under 20.

"Well, Natalia-" Electra started to speak, but was cut off by a frantic cry from the girl.

"Please! Don't kill me! I don't want to be here" This caught Electra of guard. Electra reached for the girl, but retracted her hand when the girl flinched.

"Natalia, I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" The girl seemed shocked at Electra's words but nodded anyways.

"Listen, I'm leaving this place, do me a favor and get my guns from my closet please. I need to pack." Electra spoke quickly, grabbing a bag from under her bed. Natalia nodded, and within 15 minutes the place was cleared of any belongings.

"Thank you Natalia, if you ever need help- well you won't be able to find me, but good luck. " Electra sighed.

"What do I tell the instructors?" Natalia asked her.

If she came back unharmed, with Electra gone, she would be killed. Electra reached into her pocket and threw Natalia a box of matches. "Light the place up. Say the only way to stop me was to burn the fucker down."

She nodded and Electra walked towards the door only to be stopped by Natalia's hand wrapped around Electra's. "You can be good, you know?"

Electra didn't answer. She simply shrugged Natalia's hand off and walked out the door.

Could she truly be good? She didn't think so. She was too far gone in her own eyes.