𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗

Chapter 2: Trial Complete

(Third Person P.O.V) 

        The female assassin strides confidently into the training room, her veins pulsing with her newly enhanced reflexes. Today they'd injected her with a serum that would give her what they called 'Spider-Sense' to replicate how Spider-Man can foresee incoming attacks before they happen. It's now time to test if it actually works. Out of instinct, Kore moves herself to the middle of the floor like she was always told to do. Her eyes scan all of the four walls of the room, glancing at each face of the men she knows will be attacking her in less than sixty seconds. There has to be at least thirty of them. She cocks her eyebrow to herself. Damn, don't' start going soft on me now, she thinks to herself. Usually, there were more men than this. When she finally stands on the bright yellow 'X' in the middle of the concrete floor, she looks forward at the wall past the Director, her stance strong and tall as she waits for him to speak. The air is tense as they all wait with anticipation. No one is making a sound and no one dares to make any movement unless the director says so. Kore holds her breath as she can feel the Director staring at her, his intense gaze sending small tremors through her body. It was made clear from day one that she was not to look directly at him. She's not afraid of him, not even close. She just knows that she must obey or the consequences won't be forgiving. Finally, he speaks.

        "Nachat'! (Begin!)" The first man comes from her left. Not even glancing at him, she clasps her metal hand around his throat, holding him up in the air and throwing him across the room. That's the worst mistake you could've made, trying to take me out first. And on my left, no less. More attackers continue to come for her, but she's quick to deflect all of them. While using her elbow to jab a man in the face, her heightened senses detect someone coming from behind her. She reacts by quickly spinning and punching the intruder across the face, causing him to stumble back and lay unconscious on the hard floor. Another man tries sweeping her legs out from under her. She leaps up swiftly then lands and kicks the man away with a hard jut to the chest. Then someone attempts to choke her from behind, but she senses it and jabs him in the throat as well. When all men are scattering the floor in a heap of unconscious bodies, Kore relaxes her body and stands while blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face. It must have fallen out of her now loose braid. She's not even panting, just standing as if everything is normal; like nothing ever happened. "Khorosho, (Good,)" The Director chants, then glances to his left at the guard that escorted her from her cell this morning. "Otvedi yeye v kameru. (Take her to her cell.)" Hearing his orders, Kore obediently walks towards the door, the guard waiting for her at the exit. But before she can leave, the Director grips her arm. She doesn't look at him, though. She doesn't dare. "Pochti vremya, (It's almost time,)" He tells her. "Yeshche neskol'ko testov, i vy budete gotovy. (Just a few more tests and you'll be ready.)"

        "Ponyal, ser. (Understood, sir,)" She responds. He nods to her with approval before releasing her arm and allowing her through the door. The assassin's black boots echo through the long, narrow hallways leading to her cell. Kore's heart beats wildly as she thinks about what the Director said to her just a few seconds ago. She takes a deep breath then lets it out slowly with satisfaction. Soon all of this hard work, all the pain, all the trials would be worth it. The guard opens her door and motions for her to enter before closing it with a click behind her. She strides over to her hard bed and lays on it, folding her hands behind her head to use as a pillow. Not only would HYDRA know that what they're doing is successfully working, but Kore would also have the revenge she's wanted for so long. She thinks about how the world sees them as perfect heroes, all of them trying to save the world and keep it safe. Kore's nose scrunches. Do they not realize that the more they announce themselves as the protectors of Earth, the more chaos and destruction they will bring to this planet and humanity as we know it? She sighs again and begins thinking about each of them. The Captain and his seemingly perfect complexion with his blonde hair and blue eyes. Black Widow with her deep, fiery red hair and her somehow endless array of guns and other weapons during a battle. Clint Barton and his perfect shots when he uses his bow and arrow. The thoughts make Kore laugh aloud to herself. She shouldn't waste her time thinking about such arrogant people. After all, after she was done with them, they'd be fully classified as an extinct species. Kore blinks up at her blank ceiling as she whispers to herself in her original language, English.

        "Hail HYDRA."

Song that inspired this chapter: Venom - Eminem

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