Red Widow

First Mission

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I'm 6 now, or at least I think I am. I stopped talking, I found it easier to listen to what I'm told, instead of fighting against it. They stopped treating me like a person a while ago, like the obese man said, I'm a machine. I was becoming the best of the best like he wanted me to be. Even though I'm young, I'm strong, skilled, quiet, slick, and smart, most of the other girls fear me. During one of my intense training sessions, some of the guards told me that Dracov wanted me. They walked me to his office, I was getting stared at while walking down the halls. Some of the girls were whispering, saying how shocked they were to see me in person. 

"Hello little one" he said while looking down at me.

"Hello." I snarled, not making eye contact with his smug face.

"You have a mission, you will be taking out Greg Whittaker. He's a threat to our operation here. You will lurer him into an alleyway making him for your help. Once back there you will kill him silently. I want confirmed death in 12 hours, I will send out a jet to take you to Brooklyn, New York. Understand?"

"Yes sir." I said, finally making eye contact with him.

"Good Soldier, Guards! Get this young lady a jet to Brooklyn, New York." He snag out to is servants

"Yes sir." the guards said, guiding me along with them.

Once I made it to the jet, they gave me my outfit, it was flexible but it looked like regular little girl clothes. A long flight later, I was told that we had arrived in Brooklyn. I was given a file full of information about my target and where to find him. I was on my way, not wasting a minute. 

While walking towards the place of my target, I saw two boys playing in a field. They looked to be around 8 or 9. One of the boys came up to me, he was the smallest of the two with blonde hair, and blue eyes.

"Hey, are you lost?" He spoke softly.

"No I'm not, I'm on my way home right now actually." I said, making sure not to blow my cover.

"Ok, do you want us to walk you home?" The blonde boy asked, causing the other boy to frown.

"No Steve, we don't need to walk her home she seems fine." The brunette boy said quickly.

"Oh shut it Bucky." Steve exclaims.

"Sorry my father is probably waiting for me. I should go." I said realizing time was wasting.

"Oh ok, have a good night." Steve said.

Just as I was walking away he called out to me.

"What's your name?" he shouted.

"Star!" I yelled back, not caring I might have just blown my cover. But they were young boys they wouldn't be working for the government.

"Bye Star!", this time both of them screamed.

"Bye!" I yelled back.

My vision was immediately averted to my target walking on the side walk towards his apartment. I picked up the pace to the alleyway in front of him and jumped out, defiantly scaring him.

Oh my god, little girl you scared me, do you need something?" he asked

"Yes, please I need your help." I pleaded while slowing backing up further into the alleyway. He followed stupidly.

"What do you need help with?" he said.

"This." I quickly said, then jumping up and latching my arms around his throat. He tried to rip me off, but my grip was too strong.  He finally stop struggling went limp, before he choked to death he asked me something.

"Who are you?" he asked, still struggling to breathe by my grip.

"Red Widow." I snarled into his ear. Then he was gone.

I dropped his lifeless body, feeling no remorse for him, he was a threat to the operation. What was done is done. I stalked down the alleyways, slowly making my way back to the jet. Once there, I changed my clothing and slept until we reached the Red Room. I was awoken by a firm grip on my shoulder. 

"Get up, Dracov wants a debriefing." the guard barked at me.

"Yes sir." I said while walking to Dracov's office.

"Hello." I said quietly.

"Hello little one, how was your first mission. Did anyone see you kill him?" he questioned.

"No, no witnesses sir." 

"Good job, you can go back to training, I will call you back up to the office when I have another mission for you." 

"Yes sir." I stated, I was sore all over from all of the training, but I couldn't disobey, there are consequences for that. And I've already experienced them, and I don't want to again. The training room had a few of the other girls, some were dancing, while others were sparring. I decided that I was going to spar. Coming to the conclusion that if I danced I would probably drop dead. I spared for 3 hours, winning all of my matches. Then I was finally allowed to go to bed.

This went on for weeks, I was called up for missions, and the more I did them, the more I was sent on. I was a killing machine, I was feared by all, and even some of the guards, I was a proper assassin. This went on for a while, I could barely register what I was doing everyday, it was like someone was controlling may body. I could take control, but I wasn't the one that had all of the power. Next thing I knew 6 years had passed, everyday was the same, then one day, everything changed.

An: Second chapter done Whooo. I actually like this story. Chapter 3 will probably be up tomorrow or Monday. 944 words.