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06/23/2021 06:10 PM 

The Red Room | Drabble

The Red Room

“Wanda, don’t let go!” Pietro begged, as the twins fought to hold each other’s hand. Wanda could feel her fingers slipping from her brother’s grasp, as she was forcefully being pulled in the opposite direction by cloaked strangers. “I… I can’t hold on!” Tears filled the girl’s eyes as she tried to wriggle her way free from the stranger’s hold, but it was no use. She was trapped in what felt like an iron grip.

With a forceful tug, Wanda was finally free of her brother’s hand, and thrown over the stranger’s shoulder. Small balled up fists repeatedly slammed against the Russian operative’s back, but all it did was trigger a laugh from her captor “Fighting is no use, little girl.” The man spoke in Wanda’s native tongue, as he hauled her away and threw her into the back of a black vehicle.

Wanda’s eyes peered out the back of the car, gazing at the entrance of the orphanage. She could see her brother sitting there on the step, tear filled eyes staring back at her own. She placed her trembling hand on the glass, as if reaching out to her brother one last time, before the car drove off and away to her new ‘home’. 

The moment the car stopped, Wanda felt her heart skip a beat. She was frightened to get out of the car, knowing that once she did, her life would be changed… forever.  Wanda tried to inch herself away from her captors while in the back seat, but being as small as she was, made it easy for the men to simply grab her, and throw her over their shoulder once again. At this point, the redhead felt like a measly rag doll, and only grew more frightened as to what was waiting for her on the other side of that door. 

As they entered the large building, Wanda’s senses were immediately overwhelmed. Her eyes glanced down at the checkered floor, noticing the specks of crimson that stuck to the dirty tile. Goosebumps raised on her alabaster skin, while the fear she possessed now began to cripple her from the inside out.

As the man drew closer to the end of the hall, the sound of classical music invaded Wanda’s eardrums. It seemed so out of place, given all that she had seen in the first few minutes, but eventually the music and this place would no longer be a mystery. Her training would begin in the morning, and she would soon learn her place at the Red Room Academy

A few minutes went by, before Wanda was handed off to a blonde woman. Like the men before, she spoke not a  single word to the girl, and instead pulled her by her bruised hand towards what appeared to be a bathroom. Without an ounce of care the woman stripped the girl of her ratty clothes, and pushed her under a stream of water coming from the shower head above. She scrubbed her clean, in quite an uncomfortable manner, and then stuck her in a long white gown.

She felt so discombobulated being dragged around like she was, but she knew better than to complain about it. She feared these people, and what they might do if she spoke out of turn, and for that she was wise. The woman led the girl to a dull room that contained a cot inside. “Go rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow.” She admitted, nodding her head towards the cot.

Wanda was expecting the woman to finally give her some privacy, since this appeared to be where she would sleep, but to her dismay, the woman was still waiting for her to get into bed. With a nervous huff of breath, she complied, and laid down like she was told. However, once she did so, she was cuffed to her bed, making it difficult for an escape if she was planning one. “Your handler will be with you in the morning.” Was all the blonde woman said before she left her alone.

Although, Wanda was instructed to sleep, she couldn’t manage it. Instead, she cried, mourning the loss of her brother and her old life. This went on till the early morning, and stopped once she heard her door creak open. Weakly she looked up to get a glimpse of her visitor and saw a young man, with long chestnut hair. Eyes glanced at the metal arm that rested at his side, curious as to how he managed that. But again the fear was stronger than her curiosity, which triggered her to scoot away from him. “Who… who are you?” Her voice trembled as she spoke.   

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