A knife flew across the room, dead in the middle of the target. That knife traced back to a 17 year old girl with black hair, pale skin and green eyes. Her name was Tatyana. Just Tatyana as she wasn't given a last name. None of the girls at Khela were. Those other girls were glaring at her as though they could burn holes through her skull if they stared long enough.
"Great job, Tatyana!" Exclaimed the boss, Ezra. He was the only man on base unless you counted the men they would kill.
"See that girls! That is what you need to be doing. All of you get back to practice! Except Tatyana."
No one moved.
"Now!" Yelled Ezra.
Everyone flinched. No one dared disobey a leader when they spoke like that. Hell, you had to have nerve to disobey one at all. Especially the boss.
Ezra guided Tatyana to the gun room, claiming she need not practice her knife work anymore today.
"They have real targets today Tatyana. Do not let any morality stop you. If you do you would have disappointed me, Natalya and yourself. Are we clear?"
"Of course, Ezra. I will not disappoint."
When Tatyana entered the gun room;which smelt strongly of blood, she was ushered into the line of girls. There were about ten girls, some just as anxious as Tatyana, others were excitable and eager to kill. Tatyana watched closely as the first girl shot her target directly through the skull. Instantly, panic flooded through Tatyana and her blood ran cold. How could she kill someone? She hadn't prepared for this! What would happen if she couldn't? Caught in her anxiety, Tatyana didn't notice all the girls in front of her take their turns. Some of them had failed miserably and were now being dragged out of the room crying and screaming. No one knew what happened to the girls who failed. They would be taken away and would never come back. Now she was stood at the table where the gun lay. No backing out now, she thought.
Slowly, the raven haired girl picked up the gun and undid the safety. (Don't kill me. I don't know the actual word.) Then she stared at her target. They looked so scared. She was too. They looked like they were going to faint. She felt like she would.
Once told to she stepped forward and pressed her gun the target's head. Her finger rested on the trigger.
"Wait.... NOW!"
At that signal there was no escape. So she pulled the trigger. The bullet embedded itself into the skull of her target. I'm sorry, the dark haired girl thought once she saw the target's body laying limp on the floor.
"Good job Tatyana. Go to combat."
The person who gave this order, a mature woman by the name of Claudia, spoke with a voice that said I dare you you and was laced with venom.
"Of course ma'am." Replied Tatyana, her voice tense with the effort to not burst into tears.
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Born to die
Narrativa generaleA cry. An ear-piercing cry was heard from the alleyway. Read at your own discretion. There will not be trigger warnings because the whole thing is a trigger warning. Make sure you read the tags.
