Svetlana Petrov, a former Russian spy, is an cold, unfeeling killing machine. She intends to avoid love, knowing she doesn't feel empathy for those she meets. Trauma envelops every tissue of skin on her body, making her body a battlefield. Her rage...
"Shoot!" My hands still, I aimed at the target, blindfolded. Black filled my vision, a tantalising feeling mocking my senses. I pulled at the safety pin, my slender fingers about to pull the trigger. A whimper reached my ears, one I hear too often. I paused, my head pounding. The coach pulled little of the hair I have. I didn't react, the pain in my scalp nothing like the one in my heart. "Petrov!" My last name rang in the air, my eyebrows frowning. I felt his hand slap my back, but no reaction. That's how I was programmed. Cold, unfeeling, distant. It was a child's voice. "I'm not shooting." I could almost feel the anger radiating off the coach's shoulders in waves. I removed the blindfold, refusing to look at the target. "And why is that, rookie?" I raised an eyebrow. "I am unfeeling, yes. But not heartless. I'm not killing a child." He forced me to turn around, injecting a paralysing fluid inside me, my body freezing. "Pull the trigger, boot." I pulled the trigger, the gunshot ringing through the air, the child's blood splattering everywhere. Anger filled me, but I suppressed it, "Permission to leave, sir?" He nodded, and I nodded, placing my hand on my heart in a fist. I swiftly walked away, wanting to scream at the top of my lungs. I just killed a child in cold blood. This won't be the first, will it?
I walked the hallways of the base, chin raised, balaclava on, a menacing look on my face. All other agents, even the ones highest in rank, cowered in their pants, paving me a way in the crowded hallways. I took a deep breath to suppress frustration, opening the door to the captain's door, his cheerful energy towards me entertaining. He tried to not provoke me, and his attempts were hilarious. "Ah! Agent Petrov!" I stood in front of his desk, my permanent scowl deeper than usual. My expression spoke for itself, and he knew it. "Sorry for taking some of your time away. I have a classified mission for you." My yin yang eyes, one white and the other ice blue, burned with an intensity that made him flinch. "Here." He handed me the file with a shaky hand, and I sighed, taking it. I quickly scanned it, a disgusted scowl on my face. "Recon?" I sighed, my raspy voice monotone. "I'll do it, but if you ever hand me a similar file again, be expected to be hung over my mantlepiece." He nodded, his nickname "The Red Skull" nothing when he cowers in front of me. I walked out of his office, no thoughts roaming in my head, the similar determination of a mission filling my senses. Along with the prayers of never coming back.
★ author's note !! first chapter uploaded. what do we think of it? I hope I can actually write this book instead of just leaving it behind. My book will be short chapters with frequent time skips, so please don't criticise me for that. thank you <3
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