The Girl Next Door

Chapter 6

TW: mentions of blood

November 2nd, 1999

Y/N's POV

"The graduation Ceremony is necessary."

The same voice echoed through my head. Over, and over, and over again,

"Again!!" Madame B. yelled at me for not being perfect, as always. "Your full potential must be unlocked. You're holding back again." She added.

I took a deep breath before getting up and nodding. 2 of the men I was training with lunge straight for me, one puts me in a choke hold. Panting, gasping for air I glance at Madame B., she simply nods.

I grab my knife from my pocket and cut his thigh as he releases his grip on me, blood seeping from his pants where the wound was. I move precisely slipping between them and moving behind the second male, stabbing him straight in the back, before snapping his neck, killing him instantly.

I love towards the first one and Madame B. doesn't stop or intervene. It's like I couldn't control myself, I'm fully conscious but....I have a one track mind...kill.

Before I knew it I killed the first one as well. Blood all over the floor, and only a simple splatter on my left cheek.

I glance over at the woman who just had a devilish look of pride on her face."Master Dreykov will be proud. You've done well."

I nod and clean my blade from the blood.

"The Graduation Ceremony is necessary."

I turn around but she wasn't there....just the same echo in my mind.

_ _ _ _ _

I sit on the edge of my bed, in Nat and I's shared room just staring blankly at the cold concrete floor.

"Sweetheart?"

I glance up seeing Natasha looking at me with concern. We started secretly dating about a year ago, nobody knows thankfully. We don't even look at each other unless we're in our room, mainly because the moment our eyes meet a smile creeps up on our face, and our eyes filled with love.

But today wasn't like that, I didn't look at her with love, or with life. My eyes were dead, no emotion. Maybe one emotion, fear.

"The Graduation Ceremony is necessary."

"Nat?"

"Hm?"

My heart pounds as I look into her eyes. "Are you scared?"

She takes a moment to respond. "No, I'm not." She lied. It was obvious she was lying so I wouldn't feed off of her energy, making myself more fearful of what's to come.

"I-" before I could respond the door swings open.

"Date of Birth, December 3rd, 1984. Natalia Alianovna Romanova." A guard says.

It was her turn.

She knows better than to resist, so she complies and walks out the door, giving me one last glance of a reassuring nod.

I gulp and lay down in bed, a lump forming in my throat as tears form. I get up and go under my bed reaching for the necklace in the hole in the wall. That's where I stored my locket, if the Red Room found it they'd surely take it away.

It was the last thing of my adoptive mom I had left. I did still have my birth certificate, the last thing of my biological parents. I clutch them close to me in the dimly lit room, laying back down and bundling myself in the sheets.