Prologue:
I rolled my jaw, surprised to find it not broken.
a tall and thick Russian man loomed in front of me.
he rubbed his knuckles and spoke to his boss.
I spit blood out of my mouth.
it landed in the small puddle at my feet. The puddle was a mixture of spit and blood. My spit and blood.
"are you going to talk" a man asked with a thick Russian accent.
I looked up through my swollen eyes.
I smirked despite the pain that edged through head.
"rospar. How nice to see you" I rasped.
he put his hands behind his back.
"the famous black widow" he drawled.
I turned my wrists a little seeing how tight my bonds were. I flinched as a splinter from the chair drove itself into my palm.
"how is it that we find you here at the exact time that im moving my cargo ships out of state" he asked leaning down towards me.
"decided I wanted to see the great new york. You know. Take a break" I said swivling my eyes to meet his black ones.
"so your not here to brake my deal and send me to federal prison" he said smirking.
"me? not at all" I said smiling back.
her snarled and grabbed my by the hair and yanked my head back.
"I think someone should teach you not to lie" he said in my ear.
I heard the sound of metal scraping against a scabbard.
I clenched my sore jaw ready to feel the bite of that metal scraping against my skin.
"this was not how I wanted this night to go" he said chuckling.
he let his hand slide down my side over my short black dress and down my leg.
"Teach her what happens when you come into my territory" he said to his henchman.
"now tell us black widow. Who hired you this time" he asked handing the dagger to his man.
"I told you. I was site seeing" I muttered.
he shook his head.
"so sad"
he nodded towards the man.
I watched he came towards me with a blank face.
he put the dagger against my shoulder.
I felt as it bit into my skin. With a burning sensation coursing through my blood, I readied myself for what was coming next.
the steel of the dagger drug through my skin and down my arm.
I kept a straight face and showed no pain. Like I was trained.
he pulled the knife away and cleaned it off in a rag.
I blinked and forced myself not to look at the huge gash that lined my arm from shoulder to wrist.
I could feel how far the skin had spit apart. At least a couple of inches.
"anything coming to mind?" rospar asked.
"ya" I breathed.
"after we're done here. Remind me to visit the statue of liberty" I said smirking.
he snarled and grabbed the knife from his henchman.
he slashed it across my legs over and over.
I closed my eyes forcing myself not to scream out loud.
"you will not live through tonight to ever see anything again" he snarled as he dug the knife into my arm wound.
"drop. dead you Russian terrorist" I snarled to him through gritted teeth.
he back handed me and called to his man.
"alaster. Bring in the girl" he said wiping my blood off his hands.
I blinked a couple of times trying to clear my blurry vision.
"let go of me!" I heard someone scream.
I froze. I recognized that voice all to well.
"ahhh" he said smiling at my reaction.
"I thought you might know this girl" he said.
I watched as two men dragged in a tall girl with a brown curly ponytail.
'caroline' I thought.
her wide green eyes were filled with shear terror.
the girl was set in a chair in front of me. when she saw me her eyes widened.
she opened her mouth but I shook my head slightly. Almost not at all, but she saw it and clamped her mouth shut.
"who the fuck is this" I snapped at rospar.
he chuckled.
"don't tell me you don't recognize your life long friend" he said tapping her head with his fingers.
"honestly. Picking up some random girl. I thought you could do better than that" I said forcing myself to let out a easy going chuckle.
he grabbed me by the neck.
"if you wont talk, ill cut it out of her" he threatened.
I held his black gaze with my ice blue gaze.
he backed up and let his hand travel across her pregnant stomach.
"don't touch her!" I snarled in a voice that wasn't my own.
I realized what id done and clamped my mouth shut.
he looked back at me and smiled.
"ill just leave you to alone to..talk things out" he said
rospar walked to me.
"think about it black widow. You wouldn't want that little baby to get hurt would you?" he asked.
he balled his fist and slammed it into my mouth.
he left chuckling to himself.
I spit out the blood and it landed in my small puddle.
"cassy. What the hell is happening" caroline said hystericly.
"im so sorry" I said tearing up.
"I don't know how they knew about you. I kept everything personal a secret. " I said shaking my head.
"what are you" she yelled.
"I work for nikita...it's a agency. Ill get us out of this" I said looking around.
"you better cass. I have a baby" she said stuggling.
that was caroline for you. Stubborn. Always fighting.
"she stopped and hung her had.
"listen to me. we will get out of this. I promise. Your baby will grow up and you will be with her" I said.
she shook her head and tears fell from her emerald eyes.
"I don't think I will." She said quietly.
"stop it! Listen-"
I heard the door open.
I saw as rospar put a gun to her head.
"any names coming to mind?" he asked.
"rospar. Killing an innocent woman will not be good on the press. You really wanht to be known as a king pen terrorist and a pregnant woman killer" I asked.
caroline started to cry loudly.
"let her go" I yelled.
"then tell me who sent you!" he yelled in rage.
I lowerd my head.
"the baby" she screeched.
I whipped my head up.
'no! no! no!' I thought.
she closed her eyes and rospar pulled the gun away from her head.
no one said anything as caroline screamed and clenched her tied up fists.
rospar smiled.
"I think we have use for this girl after all" he said
I saw the babys head come out.
"no! don't touch that baby" I screamed.
I watched helplessy as the baby came out into rospar waiting hands.
"its not every day you get a free working girl. I think when I go to Afghanistan shell make me a lot of money. " he said looking at the child.
caroline screamed.
"let her go! Don't touch her!" she rocked back and forth in her chair.
"I think you've worn out your welcome my dear" he said to her.
"no! stop! " I yelled.
"then tell me" he snarled.
"and ill let her and the child go" he lied.
caroline looked at me with her wide eyes. Those eyes that got me through my break ups and let me stay with her when I was broke.
"cassy. For the love of god. Please. Just tell him" she sobbed.
I couldn't help the tears that slid down my face.
"im so sorry. I cant" I said.
"I cant!" I screamed at her.
"if I do. Youll wish that he had killed you. You don't know what their capable of" I whisperd.
her eyes swelled up with tears again.
I didn't even get to say another word. A loud bang filled the warehouse.
everything seemed to slow down. The baby screaming. Caroline crying. The bullet shotting through her head. then things sped up.
I saw as her face went paper white. Her mouth in a silent scream. Blood trickled down from her forhead were the bullet came out clean through her entire head.
someone was screaming so loud that rospar flinched. All I kept thinking was I wish theyd stop.
he hit my head with the but of the gun. The screaming stopped and I realized it was me.
I saw black spots in my vision.
my hearing seemed to quit working as glass shatterd. Rospar knocked my chair over. I fell with it but I didn't feel the pain. Everything was slow again.
people burst in the room with guns and flashlights.
so much blood. I felt a something penetrated my leg.
I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out.
ropsar fell to the ground. his face bearly recognizable with how many time he was shot.
I could see the baby. I blinked slowly and watched as hands came down and picked it up.
I could hear someone talking. It sounded like they were talking behind closed doors.
I could make out the words baby. My eyes closed but I forced myself to listen.
"well turn her into a agent. Garns. Check cassy" someone orderd. I felt someone touch me.
"dead" I heard someone say.
'im not dead! Not yet! Im not dead!' I yelled in my head.
"lets go. Burn the place down." I heard them say.
I watched them work out.
I forced my eyes open. But they closed again.
I felt the something hot licking my skin.
my eyes cracked open. I saw bright orange flames all around me.
something flicked in my perefrial vision.
someone was picking my chair up.
I moaned.
"I think shes alive" I heard a man say.
I slowly came back to conciseness.
"who are you" I slurred.
"my name is Trevor broom" he said untiing my hands.
"your going to be alright" he said quickly.
a man that looked like a robot was looking at me.
"she iz vezy close to death professer" he said in a german accent.
I could hear him saying I was going to be alright.
I felt myself being lifted by him.
"caroline" I whisperd dazily.
"the baby" I mutterd.
cold night air hit me.
I hissed as I was set in a car.
my wounds bagan to bleed again from being moved.
"the baby" I repeated helplessly.
