Trigger warning: Guns, words with kill, people tied to chairs, spiders (shiver) it's the Red Room, come on, mentioned abuse, and mental health problems
Number 8 had never had any friends, well how could you in a secret base in Russia? He had never wished for any, the mantra Wolf Spiders don't feel droning in his head. That was all he grew up with. The Room, and training to be child assassins.
So if Wolves don't feel, then how come he was struggling to carry out orders that Madam instructed him to? They were in a room, each and every Spider lined up along the grey walls, the Widows and Wolfs were standing on the balcony that hugged the inside of the enormous room. There tied in a chair, exactly 20 feet away from him, was another fellow spider.
Number 13, He and Dream had been in the top of their group, along with the rest that were still with them, a group of 30, now narrowed down to two, 30 to 2, this was the only way to graduate and join the ranks about 300 or so Wolves and Widows, through harsh training and disobedience. Of course, they all couldn't complain, the Room had given them food and clothing to wear, a roof over their head, and they were all going to whine?
That was the thoughts that had been engraved into their brains, We owe the Room our lives,
"Number 8" a voice whispered in his ear
Trigger words, instantly started running their course, his body locking up
"Yes Madam" He said robotically, a Russian accent coating his words
"This wolf" She spat the word out like it was disgrace, and in a way it was
"Has betrayed the Room, by attempting to escape" She said, an evil grin making its way onto her cruel face.
The spider in the chair didn't struggle, it was as if he was accepting his own fate. Many Spiders did that when they knew they were going to die.
"Number 8, Ubiystvo Seychas kill now"
Number 8's hand went to one of the guns on the side of his thigh, then, without a blink, raised it and aimed at the Spider, whose action was unforgivable by the room. Number 8 felt the smallest pang of remorse, instantly stomping it down, Wolves do not feel, it's a weakness. He pulled the trigger
A/N Well that's the first chapter I hope that all have enjoyed! Keep in mind I will try to put triggers but I can't do everything, so please offer CONSTRUCTIVE criticism to help me, have an amazing 24 hours, I love y'all!
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