Hands of Red(Book 1 in the Red Series)

Chapter 3: Training

Bella's POV

I wake up before Nat, Yelena and Dani l, the day after Yelena and Dani came to the Red Room, to train via ballet in my private studio. I put on my pink tights, red leotard and blood stained pointe shoes(the ballet uniform for the Red Room) and start to dance. I turn some classical music I like and dance ballet to it. At this point Antonia is in school and mom is working to much to worry about my sister or I. I still love when she visits though and would tell Antonia and I stories about from when she was a little girl, as well as cook us our favorite meals and sing Russian lullabies. I try to clear my mind of the thought of three year old Daniella being given a gun and taught to kill. That thought haunted me. I would honestly do anything to get this 3 year old, the youngest girl in the Red Room ever, out of my father's network of trained assassins. Not long later does Madame B appear and says "Возвращайся в свою группу, Белла." I am honestly terrified of Madame B having been abused by her as a little girl when I said or did something my father disliked. I wasn't alone though as a lot of the girls in the Red Room are scared of her. I nod and go back to training.

Dani's POV

I wake up and go to my group. Madame B was speaking to the girls in Russian and I could mostly understand. Madame B then asks "Kак тебя зовут?" "Даниэлла Романофф." I answer and she shakes her head and says "Это Далия Романова. Ты должна усвоить, что мы здесь не играем в игры, маленькая девочка." She then goes back to training. She picks another girl and I to demonstrate she tries to strike, but I jump on her shoulders and manage to get my arm in front of her neck, ready to snap her neck. The other girls watch in awe of me. You may ask how the hell I knew this? Turns out Natasha taught me some self defense techniques for some unexplained reason. Madame B then says "Достаточно." I let the other girl go. We then go on to target practice and I quickly learn how to shoot a gun. I hit straight in the target 90% of the time and the girls once again watch in awe, almost as if I was some miracle. Then we head over to Ballet training, before that though two girls each split two pieces of bread they stole and hand me the other half. "Thank you." I whisper and they both wave it off. "It's no problem really." the older one says. The younger one then speaks "Just so you know, it was really cool watching you train, I don't think I had seen any of the other girls do the things you did at your age." I blush at the compliment. "Thanks." These two girls seemed really nice. They smile and introduce themselves "I'm Alice Barnes." the older one said. "And I'm Sylvia Barton." the younger one introduced. I smile "My name is Daniella Romanoff." That's when ballet training starts and I am thrown a red leotard, pink tights and some pointe shoes and told to change with the other girls, which I do. I then go train with the other girls and catch on pretty quickly, because again, Natasha taught me the basics of ballet for some unexplained reason. Releve, lower, echappe, close. "Снова." Madame B said and we repeated. Eventually we pirouetted and then we rose our toes to  bourree. We continue this for what feels like forever and our toes bleed. One of the girls tumbled and got tired. She pleaded for her life, but got shot. I look away from her lifeless corpse and continue dancing so this hopefully won't be my fate. Later we go to a room which has computers and are forced to watch quick, odd videos. I don't really understand it, but after it happened I felt the urge to stay loyal to my country, to the KGB. Everyone else goes to bed, but I go to my extra training with Mr. Petrov. He was waiting by a punching bag and then looks at me "Punch it." he says coldly with a voice that sounded like he wasn't playing. I shake my head. "No." I say confidently. That's when he slaps me. I rub my cheek. "Let's try that again. Punch the punching bag." I punch it going harder. For the rest of the lesson it was me punching the punching bag and him correcting my techniques. This went until around midnight when I went to bed.

Возвращайся в свою группу, Белла. - Go back to your group, Bella.

Kак тебя зовут? - What is your name?

Даниэлла Романофф. - Daniella Romanoff

Это Далия Романова. Ты должна усвоить, что мы здесь не играем в игры, маленькая девочка. - It's Dahlia Romanova. You have to learn we're not playing games here, little girl.

Достаточно. - That's enough.

Снова. - Again.