083 is her name.
It isn't even a name, it's a number. It is a number that serves as a constant reminder of the many failed attempts it took to create the perfect soldier, to create his daughter.
And that number is tattooed on her wrist as a permanent reminder that she is property of Hydra. She belongs to Hydra. Hydra is her home. Hydra is her life, and her life isn't as bad as one might think.
She is fed regularly and even has her own bedroom, filled with whatever might entertain a little girl. Out of all the toys and stuffed animals she was so kindly gifted with, her favorite is a stuffed bear she got when she was three. That bear, who the little girl confidently named Theodore, has never left her side. Nobody even dares to attempt to separate the pair, as the last time someone did, they left with a broken hand and Theodore was unharmed.
Oh, and the books. She has read thousands of books in the little free time she has between her school and ballet lessons, but her favorite is Doctor Dolittle. The little girl uses it as an escape to the outside world, which she has never really seen. She dreams about what the fur of the animals might feel like and the feeling of the sun on her skin. She dreams about the soft grass on her feet. And she dreams a lot.
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083's bubbly personality was a breath of fresh air at the cold Siberian facility. The small girl was shy but very well-spoken. She knew everything about every animal and could go on for hours about the different types of bears, that's if anyone would even listen. She wasn't stupid and could tell that most adults were annoyed by her whenever she tried to talk to them.
At just four years old, the young girl excelled at anything she was taught. She started school when she was barely three and has taken classes every day since. By her fourth birthday, she was already fluent in English, Russian, and German. She learned to tell the difference between guns and other weapons just by the noise they make. She learned how to hack into any database. She learned how to survive on her own and how to steal without getting caught. Most importantly, she learned how to fight. Even at her young age, she could knock out a grown adult. She used her size to her advantage. No one expects a four year old to actually pack a punch.
Additionally, 083 took ballet lessons. She was extremely advanced for her age, already doing triple pirouettes and fouettés. She doesn't know why they had her take ballet, but she heard her teacher telling one of the doctors about another group that also does ballet and all of the benefits of it.
On top of helping with coordination and strength, ballet is calming for her. It makes her feel like she has some control in her life. It's an excuse to escape from reality and she was willing to use it.
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September 27th, 2011
"быстрее, вы едете слишком медленно," the teacher shouts, "ты неряха." Faster, you are going too slow. You are a slob.
083 was used to being yelled at. She was learning a new ballet variation and kept messing up the timing. The little girl took a deep breath and went to her starting pose. The music started playing and she began the dance. Right kick. Left kick. Triple pirouette. Repeat. Left pique arabesque. Two more pique arabesques. Repeat to the right. Suddenly the girl stops.
"Что случилось, глупая девчонка?" the teacher snaps. What's wrong now, stupid girl?
"I-I forgot." the girl whispers. She has never forgotten her dance before. She anxiously grips the the edge of her black tutu, awaiting her teacher's response.
What is wrong with me?
"Why did you forget?"
"I'm not sure, ma'am."
"You are supposed to be perfect," the teacher hisses, "you are an incapable animal, you will never amount to anything if you can't remember simple choreography."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." 083 softly replies. She could feel her eyes starting to sting. Why am I crying? I don't cry, crying is for babies. She could also feel rage building in her. She didn't understand why she was being yelled at for a simple mistake.
"You didn't mean to?" The teacher mocks, her thick Russian accent lacing her words.
"I'm human, humans make mistakes." 083 blurts out. Crap. She had never dared to talk back to any adult ever, let alone stand up for herself. She immediately regretted even thinking about saying that.
"What did you just say to me?" The teacher is so stunned, she could barely speak. The little girl knew she would be punished, but went on talking anyways.
"You always tell me to be perfect, but no one is perfect," she insists, "all the people in my books make mistakes and they do just fine."
"How dare you talk back to me," the teacher screams. Her voice nearly breaking the girl's eardrums. "You will be perfect, those books have corrupted your stupid mind and filled it with childish fantasies." 083 is scared now. She has never been screamed at like that before. "Take her away, I don't want to see her face until she has been properly punished."
And so the guards came and grabbed the tiny child by her arms, dragging her feet on the floor. They lead her to her room and locked the door, leaving her trapped. She immediately ran to find Theodore and a book. She hopped onto her bed and began to read, with Theodore sitting right beside her.
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By the time she finished the book, she had already missed two meals and was starving. She figured this was her punishment and thought nothing more of it. Around nine o'clock, she heard keys jingle and saw her door burst open. She watched as an old man entered her room and started looking around. When he spotted the girl, who was laying in her bed amongst many stuffed animals, he approached her and sat on the very end of her bed, careful not to squish her feet.
"083 is it?" He questioned. The girl responded with a glare. "My name is Alexander Pierce and I have just recently been placed in charge of your- what's the word?- care, I suppose." He sighed and continued to look around the room. "It seems they have been babying you here." He waited for a response but got none. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but this," he pointed to all her toys and book, "will have to go." This upset her.
"No! They are my toys," She begged, "please don't take them away."
"See this is exactly the problem," he says, "you have too many attachments." He stands up and places a firm hand on the girls shoulder. He gives some orders to the guards who immediately get to work clearing her room of all toys and books. The little girl is held back my Pierce. Theodore was tightly clutched against the girl's chest and had no intention of leaving.
"Give me the bear." Pierce demands, motioning for the girl to hand it over.
"No, please," the little girl whines, "just him, all I want is him." Pierce sighs and takes a deep breath in.
"Fine," he says as he turns toward the door, "just for now." He pauses when he gets to the doorway and turns back to face the girl. "I have big plans for you, my little star."
(A/N)This took me way too long to write. Don't forget to comment and vote!
I am going on vacation so I might not publish another chapter for a week or two.
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