TW: Contains depictions of child abuse, blood, death, and probably a lot of other stuff that I forgot to mention: TW
Anya Volkov.
A name that brings fear into the hearts of many, she was a legend, a monster created by the Red room-trained to kill an...
Vera Orlov remembered the exact day Anya Volkov arrived in the red room. She remembered how fast the girl caught up with the rest of the girls who had already been there for months. She watched curiously for years as she grew more powerful. She watched as the girl slowly became Madame B's favorite trainee.
She remembered the day Anya Volkov beat her senseless as if it was nothing. As if all her training meant nothing against the younger girl
~Flashback~
2 years prior
"Anya, Vera Step forward." an eerie silence overcame the room as Madam B called the two girls up to the center ring. "This will be an interesting fight, our top two students, facing off in the ring. Only one rule, no powers. Let us see who is truly superior." The old which grinned maniacally as she set the "rules" for the fight. This did nothing to deter Vera, she knew she would win the fight against the younger girl, and she knew she was the best.
The fight began with the two girls circling each other like vultures. Anya, like always wore a face of indifference while Vera's encompassed her confidence in the fight.
Vera made the first move, throwing her fist at Anya but she swiftly dodged it, quickly agitating Vera. The older girl's anger only grew as Anya stayed on the defense, dodging her attacks as if it were nothing. Vera's constant attempts to land a hit on the younger girl quickly wore her out. but she refused to yield. Only then did Anya switch to the offensive, throwing tactical punches and kicks. Anya managed to knock the girl off her feet, but Vera recovered. She got up and managed to land a kick to the younger girl's abdomen. Vera looked at the young girl with satisfaction, only to be met with a sinister smirk.
Before she could even comprehend the the assault, Vera fell to the ground. Blood seeped from her face as her eyesight blurred, barely distinguishing Madam B's figure as she stood in front of her. "Well normally you would be eliminated, but your abilities are still of use to us. Hmm. I think I have a form of punishment for your loss," stated Madam B.
Tears fell from Vera's face as she realized she would be tortured for an indefinite period of time. She looked back at Anya, hate filled every bone in her body as she saw the girl standing there with almost no scratch on her.
That night Vera's screams echoed across the halls of the red room, keeping the remaining girls awake.
~End of Flashback~
Anya Volkov's success angered her. Vera tried so hard to stay alive and fought tooth and nail to be the best, but it would always be in vain. Vera would do anything to be in Anya's shoes, so young and already given missions, already making a name for herself as a widow. She wanted so deeply to snap the girl's neck. She knew the girl had just gotten back from a mission and was willing to bet she was tired enough to give her the advantage. Despite her desires, she knew killing Anya would do nothing for her. If caught she was as good as dead, and that was the most likely outcome.
No, killing the younger girl now was not the move. Instead, Vera would keep her head down, train hard, grow her abilities slowly, and wait for the downfall of Anya Volkov. Only then would she strike, and this time, she would make sure she came out on top.
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