Hello. My name is Chloe Wang. I am a Red Room Academy assassin. Just like the great Black Widow. Except I am more loyal and more lethal. I do as I am told without question. I am trained to be the best. I am trained to win any match. Any battle. Any war. All those in my way destined to loose.
I am trained by the best. By the most dangerous. I am trained to kill. I am trained to infiltrate. I am trained to convince the unsuspecting.
My "beloved" parents died in a fire in China. I was three. A Red Room assassin was assigned to eliminate my parents for good since they ruined some of their operations. The assassin took pity on me and took me back to Russia and trained me along with her fellow trainers.
The assassin's name is Alexzandra Dmitriev (Александра Дмитриев). I owe her my life. Without her, I wouldn't be the kind of person I am today.
I don't have many memories of my parents since it was Alexzandra who was my mother figure.
I don't have many memories of me as a kid, but from the stories I have heard from Alexzandra, I was a very annoying child.
Here is one of my favorite stories of when I was a little kid.
Ever since Alexzandra took me in, I saw fighting. I've seen her train other kids and I've seen people just break out in fights for no apparent reason.
One time she brought me down to the training area so I can see how everything is run because I would start training soon. It was the first time I met the Winter Soldier.
He was a funny looking guy. One metal arm while the other was normal. He wore goggles that were covered by his hair. The long hair that came on top of his eyes always bothered me. I have always (and still do) wondered how someone could possibly fight so well with hair covering their eyes.
When I first walked in, every assassin-in-training turned to look at me. According to Alexzandra, it wasn't every day you saw a three year old who hasn't began her training walk in. I walked in to see The Winter Soldier showing the newbies how to punch and kick properly.
Alexzandra sat me down on the side so I could watch. I was impressed by how well and how precise every single move was. They hit the punching bag at the same exact time with the same exact force. It was amazing how synchronized they were.
Later, after training, once every newbie left for bed, Alexzandra and The Winter Soldier led me to a punching bag and told me to hit it. I, of course being the good girl I am, hit the bag trying to imitate the moves the older kids were doing. Alexzandra and The Winter Soldier stood back and watched me fail miserably. From what Alexzandra told me, I was doing well and was successfully hitting the bag, but I think she just said that so I wouldn't feel bad.
After a few minutes of watching me, The Winter Soldier stepped forward only to be held back by Alexzandra. "Подождите. Пусть она это исправить самостоятельно (Wait. Let her fix it by herself).'' Since I was used to Alexzandra specking in Russian, I understood. I immediately started shifting around finding a more comfortable stance where I could move around more freely. At one point, I fell right on my butt because of the lack of balance.
Alexzandra said that my eyes started watering but, she said that I never let a single tear shed. She said that I just got back up and began punching that bag harder. This time when The Winter Soldier went to help me, Alexzandra didn't stop him.
The Winter Soldier kneeled down next to me and moved my foot a little to the side and a little back. He raised my elbow few inches higher. "Теперь ударил его (Now hit it)."
I threw a weak punch at the punching bag. "Тяжелее (Harder!)!" he ordered. I threw a punch that moved the punching bag a bit more. This clearly satisfied The Winter Soldier because he smiled, which he never does. He got up and motioned Alexzandra to fix anything she deemed needed to be fixed.
Alexzandra took two long strides towards me and bent down looking at me in the eyes. I know that I must always look at Alexzandra, or anyone, in the eyes. That was the first lesson she taught me. She always said, "Люди, как собаки. Посмотрите им в глаза и показать им, что вы их не боюсь. Глядя в сторону является признаком слабости (Humans are like dogs. Look them in the eye and show them that you are not afraid of them. Looking away is a sign of weakness).''
"Вы делаете хорошо ребенка. Фокус. Он будет держать вас в живых. Хит мешок снова (You are doing well child. Focus. It will keep you alive. Hit the bag again),'' she said quietly. I obeyed.
I punched the bag harder. I never stopped. Once and a while, The Winter Soldier and Alexzandra would come and fix my posture, but usually they would just let me figure out the techniques myself. Each day a new lesson was taught. A new lesson was learned. Every day went by like this. In each training session, I would be taught alone. It was said that I was ahead of the other children my age, but who cared. It just proved my devotion to the Red Room. The Red Room made sure that I was the best. They taught me how to survive. How to lie. How to make my opponent miserable. The Red Room enhanced my physiology, strength, speed, agility, reflexes, durability, senses, resistance, immune system, and longevity. The Red Room also helped me discover many of my abilities today. Because of them, I am a master martial artist, expert acrobat, expert marksman, multilingual, gifted intellect, graceful dancer (Alexzandra taught me since she loved dancing), expert tactician, talented hacker, master seductress, and an expert spy. My trainers made sure that I was the best to ever come out of that academy.
Alexzandra taught me how to focus. Alexzandra taught me the life lessons I would've never learned myself. Alexzandra taught me that I always had to get my hands dirty in order to get what I wanted. She taught me that hard work is always rewarded. I have always followed those lessons without hesitation…because it is Alexzandra's lessons that have made me perfect.