Izabella has always been a mindless soldier of the Red Room. Her mind set consisted of following the rules as her top priority. Her only goal was to graduate the Red Room and become an assassin.
When she is given a mission she was surprised at how...
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ℙ𝔸ℝ𝕋 𝕆ℕ𝔼:
The satisfying sound of my knife sinking into the center of the wooden target echoed in the otherwise silent room.
"Next." Madame pounded her death walking stick on the sparkling floor, now decorated with small blood droplets. I walked with perfect posture to my place in the horizontal line that my sisters stood in. I watched as the next girl took her place in front of the target, lifted her knife, aimed, and threw it. It sunk in the space right next to the middle. This was inexcusable. Her hand wobbled the slightest bit on the release and it would cost her her life.
Two women in all brown clothes burst through the doors to the small room, grabbed her by the arms, and dragged her, screaming, out of the room. I didn't even glance to watch the events, that could have me dragged out as well. Madame smiled sickly like she always did when a girl was taken to be tortured or killed. "Next."
Girl after girl went, if they weren't perfect they were dragged out by the women in brown. Everyone knew where they were going, none of us dared think too much about it or it would show and we would be headed there too.
When everyone had gone there were six girls left, including myself. "Rasstanovka!" Line up!
All of the girls formed a single file line in front of the door, one exactly one foot in measurement after the other. "Khodit'!" Walk!
We walked exactly instep of the girl in front of us. We followed Madame through a confusing series of hallways. I had walked exactly like this hundreds of times. I heard an off beat footstep that was a millisecond too late behind me. "Stop!" We halted. She walked slowly beside our line, examining each one of us. I made certain my posture was exact, my feet were where they were supposed to be, and my eyes trained forward, unmoving. I held my breath as she walked agonizingly sloth-like beside me. I knew if she even heard one little breath from me it would mean my life.
Almost as to prove my point she stopped at the girl behind me. She pivoted until she was parallel to the girl. With one terrible smile she dug her pointy stick of death into the girls heart leaving her laying unmoving on the cold ground. Blood splatted my back as she went down, but I dared not flinch. I was lucky I was in front of the girl, if I was behind I would have had to step over her while staying exactly instep. That could even mean stepping on the lifeless body that used to be one of my sisters.
She commanded us to move again and we did just like before, nothing had happened, we did not just witness our sister killed by our master; if we had it would be the end of us. That's the way it was in the Red Room. We don't get opinions or emotions. We are trained soldiers at the ready, nothing else.
