The Prophecy

Ledger

Hi, I'm Y/N and you probably know me best for being the world's worst assassin and avenger.

I used to make for a pretty useful person to have around but then I went and got myself massively fucking humbled when I turned up blind to a hydra facility, on my own, in the middle of the fucking night and as of about 2 hours ago, with the eyes of my old best friend staring blankly at me through the walls of a glass prison cell.

Her eyes were bright blue and her hair was so platinum it was almost white, hanging pin straight down her back to her hips with an array of tiny plaits throughout. She was stood in the corner of the room, standing against the wall with a tooth pick in her mouth and her arms crossed around her slim build that was covered in a tight fitting suit not dissimilar to my own only hers looked brand spanking new with no fun coloured accents or ware and tare. The long black platform boots on her feet were almost impractical to work in but it seemed like she managed okay with her leg kicked back against the wall. Her facial features were the same as ever, her face was always cinched but the gap in her thighs wasn't the only sign of her weight loss over the years. She looked fierce, serious, like nothing in the world could possibly make her smile. She looked nothing like the girl I used to know. She was cold and her attitude unwavered.

When we were growing up Rebeka was always the brightest of us. You'd never catch her without a smile on her face, her cheek dimples prominent when she'd laugh. Her hair was naturally ginger but had always been pin straight, with her matching red eyebrows, she was way too good to have been in cycle with the red room. I'm almost positive she wouldn't have passed the initiation at the end of training, she never would've made it out without a fight and that's something thats taken me years to come to terms with. Her heart was too pure for where it had been placed. My humanity only remained because of the girl I shared a room with. She was a year younger than me but had been in cycle for as long as I had and had only two kills to her name. By the time I hit the age of 10, I had over 200 easily. The red room was a game of survival for Beka, she never shot to kill and that's why she'd always win a fight, she could take them down without harmful force. She was a sister more than anything else.

"You called me Beka," she finally spoke, taking the toothpick out of her mouth, "why?"

"Do you know who I am?" I asked softly, sitting down on the floor in front of the glass I was being held in.

She hesitated before regretfully shook her head. I nodded slowly as I bit my cheek and searched her eyes, finding not even an ounce of familiarity.

"Should I know who you are?" she asked back, pushing herself off the wall and sitting down in front of me.

I shook my head slowly, "no recognition at all?"

"No," she told me bluntly.

"How long have you ... worked here?" I asked.

"That's classified."

"And your name?" I pushed.

"Classified."

"Do you know where we are?" I checked.

"It's class-"

"Classified yep, I got you the first time," I nodded, cutting her off as I stood up to sit back on the thin mattress bed, "and why am I here?"

"Not my job to know why you're here," she replied.

I hummed and nodded slowly, "so what is your job?"

"I can't tell you."

"It's classified?" I guess.

"It's classified," she confirmed.