The Black Widow

Interogation

It is cold, very cold and dark. There is no moon so it is easy for me to stay in the dark. I make my way to the back of the house. The target lives here with his wife. They should both be sleeping. I come to the back door and pick the lock. I enter silently and go down the hall to the stairs The lay out is simple. The back door leads directly into the kitchen. The next room is dining room and the living room. Near the front door are a set of stairs. On the second floor are two bedrooms, a bathroom and an office. I take out my gun and attach a silencer. The neighbors are close. I can't have any witnesses and the less bodies the better. I come to the bedroom and open the door. I look at the sleeping couple. If I take the wife first there is a chance that the husband will do what I say but there is also a chance he might fight back. If I take care of him first then the wife will see that she can't escape. That decides it. I quietly go to his side of the bed. I breathe. In. Out. In. Out. I glance around the room. I have always been able to see pretty well in the dark. The room is filled with expensive furniture and everything looks new. He must make a lot of money.

Stop! 

 I don't have time to think about there lives. I have to finish this. I put the gun to his head and push forward. His eyes open. 

"Don't move. Don't fight back. Don't even make a sound." I whisper, "or else I will kill your wife."

At first, he seems scared but then he gets a good look at me. I can see his surprise when he realizes I am just a little girl. I anticipate that he is going to fight before he makes a move. He swings his arm towards my face. I catch it mid-flight and twist. It cracks, I think I broke it.

"I said don't fight."

"Okay, Okay," he seems to have accepted his fate, "Who sent you? What do they want?"
I don't answer.

"I... I have money."

"I am seven years old. I don't want your money." I scoff and slam the gun into his head. He loses consciousness.

The wife awakens just in time to see her husband crumple to the ground. She opens her mouth to scream but I raise the gun to her head.

"Don't scream."

She closes he mouth. It takes her a moment as well to realize my age.

"What's going on?" she asks.

"Do what I say and I might not kill you."

I have her set up two chairs and then I have her tie up her husband. Then I tie her up. Somewhere along the way she starts to cry. She starts blubbering about how if I let her go she won't tell anyone. She too offers me money. It is almost comical. I am a child. Why would I need money?

I sit on the bed and wait for the husband to wake up. It takes about 15 minutes but it felt like longer with the wife blubbering constantly.

He starts to groan and then he opens his eyes. He scans the room frantically and then his eyes land on me. "I don't think you know the gravity of the situation sweetheart. You don't want to do this."

"And you know what I want?"

He makes an effort to smile at me, "If you let us go I will buy you a dolly. I bet you like toys, huh and what about candy and ice cream too."

It's all I can do not to laugh at his stupidity.

"You know why I am here. You have made some dangerous enemies." I take a knife from my belt and set it down on an end table. His eyes widen and I can tell he is frightened now. He knows who I mean.

"You know why I am here. They are going to need a name."

He opens and shuts his mouth a few times but he remains silent. 

"What is she talking about." The wife whines still struggling in her restraints.

"Your husband knows ma'am, and I really don't want to have to hurt either one of you. So if he just tells me what I want to know I will be on my way and you can just forget this ever happened."

She desperately looks at her husband, "Tell her whatever she wants to know."

"She's a kid!"

"A kid that's going to kill us, Just tell her!"

He looks down ashamed, "What do you want?"

"I need a name."

He shakes his head, "I don't have one... I am low level... I..."

"Don't play dumb with me!" I yell, "I. Need. A. Name."

"Please, I don't know," he begs.

He is lying. I can tell. Just one of the many things I learned in the Red Room. I smile at him and lower the knife, "Okay, I understand."

They both seemed relieved. I smile, "You asked me before if I like toys! Well, I do. I especially like games. I want to play a game right now."

The wife answers, "Sure sweetheart anything."

I smile at her, "This game is called ten chances. Do you know how to play?"

She smiles, "Never heard of that one. You will have to explain it to me."

"I don't want to play with you," I turn to the husband and point the knife at his face, "I want to play with you. This is how it works. You have ten fingers and I presume you want to keep all of them correct?"

His eyes widen and he nods slowly. 

"Great! Each time you say I don't know or answer dishonestly you loose one. Do you understand the rules?"

He doesn't move.

"I said, do you understand the rules?" I raise the knife and he nods.

I smile, "good. Now I remember asking for a name earlier."

By the end of the game, he is missing three fingers. I expected him to at least get to four, how disappointing.

"Well, that was fun." I set the knife down and pick up the gun, "Thanks for all your help."

I shoot the wife first. Mainly because she will scream if I shoot the husband first. Then I shoot the whimpering husband. I pick up my knife and exit the house the way I came. Ivan is still waiting outside. He looks kind of sick when I see him.

"Did you get it?" he asks.

I nod, "It's done."

He nods, "let's get you cleaned up."

I look at my bloody hands and clothing. I could definitely use a bath.

Hello readers! So as you know Natasha now only ages 3 years every ten. However that would take a long time to write. I will write it as three years because to Natasha it will only feel like three years even though it has been ten. Thanks for reading!