The Black Widow

Kidnapped

We drive for a long time. It is bumpy and uncomfortable. I wonder how long until they will notice I am missing. Probably not until lunch. Father will be so scared. We are pretty much each other's whole world. I never wanted to be apart from him. And now I am. I am alone and scared. What are these men planning to do with me? After a little while, I close my eyes and try to forget where I am. It's better than freaking out. I would fall asleep but the road is too bumpy.
Then the car stops. We haven't gone that far maybe I can escape and run back to Novosibirsk. I don't even get the chance. The man who speaks bad Russian lifts up his foot and slams it into my head. It only hurts for half a second before I black out.

I wake up with a horrible headache. I am in a small cage with thick iron bars. I can barely sit up without hitting my head on the ceiling. I can't stretch my arms out all the way without touching the bars. There are 8 guards, two on each side. I am 11 years old why do I need eight guards?

Because you don't belong in here. You are not who they are afraid of.

I sit up startled by the voice and bang my head on the top of the cage.

"Ow!"

One guard bends down when he hears me.It is the bad Russian guy, "Not yet little one."

 He has a helmet covering his eyes so I can't see the majority of his face but he has an evil smile like he is enjoying this. He takes out a syringe.

The guard's syringe brings forth the image of another syringe one I can't remember seeing before. The memory is there, though. the memory of a syringe with a long needle filled with a neon blue liquid. There is a feeling of dread that goes along with it. I am momentarily startled by the unfamiliar image.

I don't know what that was or what it is he is trying to give me but I do know that I don't want that inside me.

"No! stop!"I scream. I scramble to get away but the cage is too small. He laughs evilly and grabs my arm. He squeezes too tightly and I can feel his nails through the black glove. He stabs the needle into my arm and pushes down. It hurts a lot but I don't have much time to dwell on it. My vision becomes fuzzy and I can't hold my body upright anymore. I collapse and sleep. I am just so tired.

Wake up

I shoot straight up. Stopping just soon enough so I don't hit my head again. I heard the words but Somehow I know they didn't come from any of the men. I think it is inside of my head.

What are you? I think back. There is no response for a little while.

What am I? She sounds horrified that I would even be asking that. I am Natalia Alinovena. You are a fake.

It is weird hearing that voice inside my head. It isn't like someone else is talking but rather a continuation of my own thoughts. Like she was always there just buried deep. I think she might be... me. That does not mean that I have to like what she is saying.

That makes no sense.

Memory implants I figured it out while you were busy dancing.

She sounds disgusted. How could she be me? Her words don't make any sense. How can she be me but not me at the same time?

There are parts of your life that don't make sense. Things that are too big for them to change. Just think about it.

I do. I really try. What could possibly be too big for them to fake? Who is them anyways? Why would the bother faking anything anyways? I am not important in any way.

Don't get distracted.

Right. Okay, I think back through all the years. Years. Wait for a second... if the war started in 1939 and I was nine then how come I am only 11 now. It's is 1943! I have never been very good at math but that doesn't make sense at all. How did I not notice any of that before?
I can feel her become relieved.