Alrighty, so now it's my lil's psycho's POV~

Ahem, Natalia's~

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"PLEASE NO STOP STOP STOP PLEASE!"

I scoffed at the pathetic, writhing grown man on the ground in front of me. At least he didn't sob for his mother like the last one. I kicked him one last time in his opened stomach, meaning I kicked his organs, and left. I would probably need new shoes after that.

Really, just how stupid were The Order? Didn't they know not to kidnap me, as it would backfire heavily? Oh well. Now they did. 

A few minutes ago, I had gotten a message from the LON stating that I was expected to assassinate the head of The Order, and if I didn't manage, someone else would do it, though I didn't stop to find out who. Like I couldn't assassinate one person.

In the past ten minutes, I've killed about twenty three people, what difference would one more make?

Making my way around the bodies, I scoured the place for any room that looked like it could have the leader in it to finish them off. I had to stab a few people on the way, but I didn't mind. Eventually, there was one room with a door opened just a crack that caught my attention. I didn't know why, but my intuition told me to come in. 

When I did, I saw a room void of any furniture except a desk, and they were cables nearly everywhere, though they didn't seem to start or end anywhere. In the middle of it all stood a woman dressed fully in blood red, her back to me, dark chestnut brown hair in a braid cascading down her back. 

She began to laugh. "You're Belarus, yes? Natalia Braginsky?" My grip on the knife tightened. How did she know my real name? That was classified information. 

I decided to shift my attention to figuring out this mystery woman. She had a deep voice, could easily be mistaken for male, and had a rather broad build. She spoke with a faint accent, Italian, if I wasn't mistaken. 

After a few moments of our silence, she turned, and I felt a jolt of surprise. Now that I could see her eyes, it was pretty clear she was blind, and her face was greatly aged. I suppose that meant an easier kill for me.

"I'm going to guess your weapon is a... Knife. A large kitchen knife. Your signature. And you've come to stab me with it. I hate to burst your bubble, but you can't do that. Because if you do, then someone else will die."

For the second time today, I scoffed. Like I cared if someone else died, a small price to pay.

"Say, how's your sister Katyusha holding up? I wonder how she would feel if she knew her little sister triggered her death."

My mind went numb, the rest of my body an icy cold. No, no, she was lying, she had to be. She didn't know where Katyusha lived or where she was, and she couldn't do anything to kill her. Right?

"See, if you try to kill me, I'm going to give an order to kill her. One sniper's bullet is all it takes."

The numbness was gone, and now I was livid. How dare she drag Katyusha into this? My sister was innocent and had nothing to do with this mess.

Seething, I snapped: "What do you want?"

Her chapped lips twisted upwards into a smile. "I would like to speak to the Beilschmidts." 

The hell did I have to do with that? I asked her just that, and she responded with: "You're the only one inside, I need to keep you under control while I wait."

I would gladly go and gouge her eyes out with my bare hands then make her eat them. But sadly, I couldn't do that. I could only stand and wait. 

She began speaking some nonsense about this being her revenge for Gauthier, whoever that was, though the name did sound familiar. Then she spoke about her philosophy of life. Now I wanted to cut off her lips and tongue, she was worse than that American with speech.

Eventually, she sighed and went over to the desk, then pushed a switch I wasn't previously aware was there. According to her, they were taking too long, so she was going to send a message.

I don't know how long I stood there, hanging on to the very last straw before my temper explodes, but for once, when I caught sight of silver hair, relief flooded my veins. I hated that stupid Prussian, but now I couldn't be more thankful. Of course, he didn't need to know that.

He soon came in and stood beside me, and his jaw practically fell open when his eyes landed on the woman in red.

"Großmutter?"

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Okay, the next chapter should clear things up and it's going to be the first chapter to be written from third person POV! 

But yeah, if you don't know what großmutter means, it's supposedly grandmother in German.