The Black Widow

Diseased

"Good news, she is still alive" The man chuckles like the words he said were a hilarious joke. 

Alexandra cannot believe that this man finds it funny, putting her life in danger like that. If she had died... she wouldn't think of that now. She was alive that's all that mattered. "Yes, but how do you know if it worked."

The man shrugged, "I don't but there is only one way to find out" 

The man was not worried about whether it would work. He was fairly certain it would work. Well, it was more of a fifty-fifty chance thing. If it worked it worked, if it didn't she would die.  To him the risk of failure wasn't as big as the risk of not trying. Russia was full of orphans he could use for his experiments. Of course, none of them would be as good as this particular orphan especially considering all the work he had already put into her.

"No... you can't if it doesn't work then she will die."

"Do you not think I haven't considered this?" 

He was beginning to be annoyed by all of her doubt. He knew she was needed but what he wanted to do would help her complete her job. Why couldn't she just get on board? 

"And besides it will work because of what I have done to her, her immune system will fight it off with ease." He hoped.

She shook her head ashamed she was even considering this, "What disease?"

He shrugged, "I was thinking Measles"

She had seen so many children die of that. Now he was going to purposely give another child that. A child who was probably more important then all of them put together. What about the other girls? They could get it too. 

"Are you insane? You can't give her measles!"

"I can and I will." With that, the man stormed out of the room. He was in a hurry. He had a healthy little girl to disease.

They won't let me out of the of the hospital room. As far as I can tell whatever surgery they did is done. I don't want to miss any classes. They won't tell me anything either and it isn't my place to ask. 

A man in a white coat walks in. He has very little hair, a small nose, and beady little eyes. His face is too round and he is short. He walks with a certain importance but he is not in charge.

"Hello, Natalia."

"Hello"

His voice is high pitched, "I am Dr. Nikolai Olegovich."

I nod. 

He sets a briefcase on the table and slips on gloves, "I am the doctor who did your surgery. Let me tell you it was a huge success but the people I work with need proof and you are going to help me with that."

"What can I do to help?" I ask.

He unlocks his briefcase, inside is a single syringe with a brown liquid inside, "This is how you will help."

I hold out my hand, "I can do it."

He laughs nervously, "Not here, follow me please."

I get down and follow him down a series of hallways to a big metal door. He opens the door hands me the syringe.

"When You go inside inject yourself, there is an incinerator in the room, throw it in after you are done it. You will be spending the next week in that room."

"Classes?"

"You will receive... separate teaching."

I nod, "I understand."