Red Room

graduation

Katya waited by herself in a dark room. Her usual clothing was replaced with a pale yellow hospital gown. Her raven hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, her shoes also resting to the side of the bench she was sitting on. 

All she was told was that there was one final thing she needed to do before she could graduate. 

The sound of a faulty wheel echoes through the room from the hallway. The teenage girl looking up with stoic eyes as the door is pushed open. A metal bed is wheeled in, one wheel veering off to the side awkwardly.  

A nurse who Katya had never seen before pats the bed silently, gesturing for Katya to occupy the space. 

Complying, Katya lays down on the metal table bed, almost immediately the woman wheels Katya out of the room. 

Katya knew better than to ask what was going to happen to her. Instead she opted for watching the flickering lights above her as she continues to be pushed down the halls. 

A short time later they come to a stop, causing Katya to look to the side to see three doctors and Madame B surrounding her. 

"A black widow has no weaknesses." 

Katya nods in agreement with her instructor before she feels a pinch in her arm. Looking down Katya notices a syringe in her arm, a milky white liquid being injected into her veins.

And then everything went black. 

The teenage Russian girl didn't dream of anything while she was out. She didn't have dreams anymore. Her only purpose in life was to be a weapon now and she didn't bother herself thinking about hypothetical's. 

This was the last thing Katya needed to do before she could be the perfect weapon. 

This was it. 

This was the end of the red room. 

Then she would become somebody else's weapon. 

And she couldn't be more excited.