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CHAPTER EIGHT
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•◦• ACT ONE, the awakening
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It appears I am some abomination.

Bewilderment. Thats what Zinoviya felt. This building, this place, it was all new to her. She could feel her head pounding repeatedly against her skull as she glanced around. The tiles of the floor were white, and there were four large pillars that created a beautiful archway, and it led to small stairs, that revealed an open floor with a window. What was this place?

Zinoviya followed the blonde woman, not wanting to be punished for disobeying. She wanted to make whoever this woman was, proud. And more importantly, she wanted to see her father.

"This way, Child." The Madame B. said, her tone smooth and demanding as she took a right, her heels echoing throughout the narrowed hallways. Zinoviya did as told, following the older woman in her footsteps. They soon came to a stop in front of a door, Madame B. reached forward and twisted the black door handle and pushing the door open. Ushering Zinoviya into the room, quite forcefully, madame B. then entered, closing the door behind them.

Zinoviya noticed a woman standing in the corner, she had dark brunette hair that was pulled into a tight bun, bangs fell over her forehead, and she was staring blankly at the wall. She was wearing a white, long-sleeved blouse that was tucked into a tight black skirt, with black tights and black wedges. She was also holding a pile of fresh clothes.

Madame B. walked behind her mahogany desk, placing her fingertips on the surface as she pointed to a chair in front of her. Zinoviya quickly understood, her small bare feet padding against the floor as she scrambled to pull herself up. Madame B. was growing impatient, she didn't have time for this child. This daughter of a traitor.

She couldn't even think about the Widow. She was angry, that she had left her, after everything she had done for her. She wouldn't let that happen. Not again.

"These are fresh clothes," Madame. B started, looking Zinoviya's appearance up and down with a disgusted glint in her eyes, "You will shower. Change, then you will follow the schedule that we have set. If not, you will be punished. Do you understand?" The woman spat, glaring down at the five year old as if she was nothing but a piece of gum stuck to her shoe.

"да" Yes, Zinoviya shakily nodded, turning to the woman that stood in the corner of the room as she slid out of the chair, her toes touching the cold tile once more. The woman, who went by the name of Maria, and who also held the pile of clothes sent a curt nod to Madame B., before stepping out of the room and beckoning for the five year old to follow. They went down the halls, no words were exchanged between them. Soon, they came to a stop.

The woman pulled open a sliding door and reached forward, turning on the shower for the child. The showers were empty, though, Zinoviya could see other shower heads, meaning they would get no privacy. Once Zinoviya stepped in, Maria didn't bother closing the door, instead, standing beside the wall, her hands clasped in front of her as she waited for the child to finish cleaning herself.

The five year old grasped the ends of her shirt and tugged it over her head, wincing as she did so.

Zinoviya hesitantly moved under the water, gasping at the temperature as she tensed. She slowly put her hair into the water, her gaze falling to the floor as she watched all of the grime and blood flow into the shower drain. She could hear the pattering of the water, which brought her at ease as she let out a sigh, tilting her head back and running a hand through her knotted hair.

The girl looked down at her arms and legs, frowning at the amount of bruises and cuts that she had seen many times before. She began to scrub at her bruises, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she attempted to wipe them off. They weren't coming off like the rest of the grime. Why? She didn't know, but she felt tears prick at her eyes as her vision blurred. She didn't like the bruises.

They were ugly.

And she didn't want them.

She sniffled as she continued to scrub at the bruises, capturing the attention of the woman that had been waiting for her to finish. The woman's gaze hardened at the child as she reached over to turn the water off, startling the girl.

Unexpectedly, Maria didn't say anything, instead, pulling out a small towel, swiftly patting down the girl, and forcefully putting tights over her scarred legs. Then, pulling on a loose, white undershirt that tightened into a collar around the neck, and a black jumper, along with some small black shoes.

"Вот как ты будешь это делать, ребенок." This is how you will do it, child. The woman spat, her brown eyes burning into Zinoviya's hazel ones. The five year old quickly nodded, letting out a cry as the lady pushed her out of the showers, Zinoviya nearly slipped on the water.

Madame B. Came into view once more, the Blondes bright blue eyes inspecting the Childs appearance before she gave a nod to the other woman, the said brunette woman then turned around, but not before glaring at the five year old, who shrunk under her gaze.

Madame B. grabbed Zinoviya by the shoulders, turning her around, emitting a grunt from the child as tears pricked her eyes, she felt the blonde woman grasp a handful of her hair, pulling it away from her eyes and up onto the crown of her head.

"This is how you will wear your hair," Madame B. hissed, her upper lip curling as she twisted the girls long hair into a tight bun and tying it with an elastic, "Понимать?" Understand?

Zinoviya nodded, her eyes wide as Madame B. then guided her to an open room, that had soft music playing as young girls danced delicately to it. Some wore point shoes, others wore standard ballet shoes.

When Zinoviya and Madame B. came into view, no one dared to stop dancing. Some of the curious ones, glanced over, but quickly looked away when they saw the glares of Madame B.

Taking Zinoviya to a spot on the floor, where a group of other girls, who were the same age as the Barnes girl, were huddled together on their knees, observing the older girls intently.

"Смотреть." Watch. Madame B. instructed, Zinoviya complied, turning to the older girls who were dancing smoothly to the instrumental ballet music, every point of their foot, every plie, every relevè. It seemed as if they've done this routine dozens of times.

Which they have.

Zinoviya was also aware of the other grown woman in the room, who had dark black hair that was tied into a low ponytail. Miss Volkova.

Zinoviya couldn't help but cast a glance at the girl next to her and frown, this is the first time she's seen someone her age, that was alive at least. The girl had blonde hair that was tied up into a bun, and deep, brown eyes with a small beauty mark above her lip. The blonde girl went by the name of Alyona. The said girl was stiff, her eyes slightly red, most likely from fresh tears.

Zinoviya directed her gaze back to the dancers, she furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side, why are they dancing? Why was she brought here?

The girls who were dancing seemed to be around the ages of twelve to seventeen.

Zinoviya didn't even notice it, but she was picking at her cuticles, and had accidentally drawn blood.

After about another hour of watching the teenagers dance, which the Barnes girl found quite hard to pay attention to, since about a thousand questions were going through her mind, they were told to stand by the wall. Zinoviya could feel the glares of the other girls, but she didn't know why.

She hadn't even done anything yet.

They all watched as a table was being rolled in, and on the table, held guns. A large collection of them.

They contained handguns, a semi- automatic pistol, as well as an Arsenal Strike one, Auto-Ordnance M1911A1, a Beretta 84FS, and many others.

Also, a variety of knives.

Next, they watched as they brought in targets. Miss Volkova called one of the older girls to step forward. she was dark skinned, cheekbones strikingly high, Zinoviya noted. with her head held high, she strode over to the table and grabbed one of the guns from the table. Specifically, the Semi-Automatic Pistol.

She them loaded the gun, holding her right arm up as she exhaled slowly before pulling the trigger. Zinoviya jumped, her hands immediately moving to cover her ears.

However, before she could, a small hand stopped her.

She glanced to her left to see the Alyona staring at her with wide eyes, silently screaming at her not to react to the loud noise. Zinoviya complied, exhaling as she redirected her attention to the girl who was shooting at the target.

She was switching the gun between let left and right hand. And almost every time she pulled the trigger, she hit the target dead center.

Though, apparently, that wasn't good enough.

They needed the best, and this girl was anything but that.

When the girl was done with her rounds, she glimpsed over at at their superiors for approval, to which she received a curt nod.

The dark skinned girl was rather proud with the nod that she received, having seen many other girls fail at shooting the target completely, which resulted in immediate punishment.

No one wanted that.

After an hour of gun practice, Zinoviya nearly had tears rolling down her cheeks, the only thing stopping her from crying was the constant whispers from the girl next to her. Alyona simply didn't want to see the girl get punished on her first day. She knew that the other girls would bash her for joining the program late, and she couldn't help but pity her.

Zinoviya looked fragile, like she had seen far too much for a girl her age, which she had, as it seemed as if pushed far enough, she might just break.

Zinoviya was new.

She was new to their game, their game that she was playing.

And honestly, she didn't even know she was playing it.

But she will.

And when she does, she'll be ready.

Ready to make everyone fall to their knees, whilst she thrives.

But what no one saw coming, was that her uprising would be sooner than expected.

The girls were instructed to head to the eating areas, Alyona stood up, her eyes burning into Zinoviya's hazel ones, the Barnes girl quickly understood, standing up and following the girl out of the room, unaware of Madame B.'s eyes on her.

The females sat in the chairs of the lunchroom, small whispers sounded from the younger girls as food was being passed down. When the food reached Zinoviya, who sat at the end of the table, her eyes widened as she took the piece of bread into her mouth, tearing it apart as she bounced her knee up and down.

She was unaware of the odd stares she was getting as she ate, the way the girls were looking at her with disgust and hatred.

After eating supper, which Zinoviya absolutely demolished, they went back into the training room, and over to the knives.

Miss Volkova called girls up once more, each of the older girls taking turns throwing knives. Then, Madame B. suddenly grew a smirk, one that was unnoticeable, but it was there. She turned her attention to Zinoviya, her voice capturing the attention of some of the other girls.

"Зиновия, ты встал" Zinoviya, you're up. The blonde woman spoke, her eyes narrowed with an unreadable glint in her eyes as she beckoned the said child over, watching as the dark cherry headed girl froze. Madame B. knew the girl couldn't do it. Thats why she chose her. Because she was weak, just like her mother. Who fell for a man who can't even remember his own name. Its pathetic.

The blonde haired woman had it out for the child, and she would do any chance to make her look bad.

  But it was all apart of the plan.

Zinoviya looked at Alyona, her eyes desperate for help, but the young blonde girl couldn't help her with this one. She shoved her forward, watching as Zinoviya slowly walked over to the knives. By now, all of the girls were watching, some wore smirks as they observed how nervous the girl was.

Zinoviya reached forward and grabbed a throwing knife, turning towards the target, but not before casting Madame B. an uneasy look, she held the knife over her head and tossed it, watching as it clattered against the board and fell to the floor with a loud Clang!

Zinoviya's eyes watered as she looked over at Madame B., who raised an eyebrow and stayed silent, before motioning for her to stand back in line. Zinoviya had a frown on her face as she blinked away her tears, she could hear the sniggers of the other girls.

Alyona glared at them, and they soon stopped.

After about two hours of knife training, each of the girls taking turns, at the targets, they were told to go to bed. Zinoviya was going to follow the group, but she glanced at Madame B., who was watching her with a dark expression. By now, Miss Volkova had left the room as well.

"Давай, дитя" Come, child. She demanded, her movements stiff as she watched Zinoviya cautiously step towards her.

Madame B. reached forward with her right hand, gently grasping Zinoviya's cheeks with her delicate fingers and dragging them down to her chin, lifting her head up to meet her dark eyes.

"Я сделаю тебя лучшей Черной вдовой, которую она когда-либо видела. Это будет ваше пробуждение." I am going to make you the best Black Widow the world has ever seen. It will be your awakening. Madame B. smirked as she watched Zinoviya's eyes widen, what was a black widow? Zinvoiya didn't know what she meant, and she wasn't exactly sure that she wanted to find out. She could feel chills running down her arms while listening to Madame B's low tone.

Of course Zinoviya wouldn't know what it meant, how could she? No one has ever given her any answers. She was a fool to think she'd get some now.

"Зиновия Барнес Романова, твое время придет. И пришло время принять вашу истинную силу" Zinoviya Barnes Romanova, your time will come. And its time to embrace your true power.

Zinoviya wanted to question Madame B.

Why did she call her Romanova?

"Что это обозначает?" What does that mean? She asked hesitantly, her voice was hoarse, feeling like sand paper was being rubbed up and down her raw throat. Zinoviya felt like a moron, for ever questioning her superior, but she couldn't help it.

Her entire life she had been told, Only speak when spoken to. Who would she be if she would just ignore those rules? Zinoviya was getting mixed signals, just moments ago, this woman was humiliating her in front of a numerous amount of other girls, who were now looking at Zinoviya like she was a piece of meet.

Oh, how wrong they were.

Madame B.'s eyes darkened for a split second before she gave a fake, sickly smile, "Скоро ты узнаешь, дитя. А пока пойдем со мной." You will find out soon, Child. In the mean time, come with me. Madame B. stood up straight, turning to walk out of the door. Zinoviya quickly trailed behind her, her small shoes patting against the tiles. She soon made it to a room, that held about twelve beds. The lights were off, and she could hear the small inhales and exhales of the other girls.

Zinoviya immediately looked up at Madame B. her eyes wide. It was dark in that room, and she didn't like the dark.

Madame B. didnt even spare a glance at the child before grabbing her wrist harshly, causing the girl to hiss in pain as she was forced onto the bed. Madame B. grabbed Zinoviya's left wrist, putting it up above her head and pulling out a pair of handcuffs, and cuffing her to the bed. Zinoviya squirmed in discomfort.

"Нет нет" No, no. Zinoviya cried, her lips pulling into a frown as Madame B. roughly grabbed the back of her neck and put her mouth close to the Childs ear, whispering darkly. She could smell the stench of coffee from Madame B.'s breath that wafted towards her nose.

"Не прослезился. Если ты заплачешь, тебя накажут." Do not shed a tear. If you cry, you will get punished. The blonde woman hissed, Zinoviya quickly nodded, wanting nothing more than for the woman to leave her alone.

Madame B. then stood up, her heels clipping against the floor as she exited the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Zinoviya let out a muffled sob, and tried to quiet herself down as she heard some one shush her rather aggressively.

That night, Zinoviya barely slept, wondering why she was there, why she was called Romanova, and more importantly, where was her father?

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This chapter took me like two days to complete, I'm sorry if its confusing.