We were 28.

28 young little girls fighting for a title that could spark fear in the eyes of all.

We kill. We infiltrate. We extract. And we destroy.

Perfect girls who could seduce their way out of trouble.

Years of training passes by in the Red Room and it goes down to two.

Those 28 girls narrowed down to two by being killed right inside the facility.

And some of them were done by me.

My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

I kill because I am made to kill.

I am programmed to destroy lives.

Handled by unions who are too valuable to get their hands stained by blood.

So, to get things started,

I am determined to be the last one.

I will be the victor.

The title will be mine.

At the center of the training grounds, I came face to face with the last obstacle in becoming the Black Widow, Yelena Belova. The look in her eyes tells me that this will not be an easy fight but the previous ones I had aren't either.

We both had been through a lot. We had killed a few of our own but it really goes down to this last match.

Doing it countless time, I quickly searched her for any injury that could be an advantage later on. We have been taught to utilize the opponent's weakness to our advantage to win every battle and it has been quite a success as I am now a mere foot away from earning the title.

Judging by how Yelena stands, her stomach had received a few painful punches from the way her back droops. I'm positive that it left some bruises that are still sore. I might have to focus on that. A broken ankle was not going to be left unnoticed as her foot is starting to turn purple. A few fresh scratches here and there but I know that it will not hinder her movements if I aimed at that.

Studying her came to a full stop when I hear Madame B's stoic, emotionless voice rang from the side.

"Begin."

I will be the victor.

The second her words voiced out, Yelena came sprinting towards me. An advantage, I thought. I waited for her to come close before sliding sideward to strike her nape. Before her body falls to the ground, I spun around to give her a roundhouse kick that sends her flying across the mat.

I waited for her to pick herself up which is prohibited for us to do in the Red Room. Before then, Madame B had always scolded us for being too weak for giving an opponent time to help themselves up. But, I am me, it has always been fun to mess around with your enemy.

My taunting had been successful since Yelena is now again running towards me but with a more determined look in her eyes. Now, this is where it begins. She quickly launches herself at me and grabbed both of my shoulders as she wraps her legs around my waist. She dragged me to the ground, planning to pin me down but I gripped her thighs harshly to loosen her grip on my waist.

I tuck both of my hands under her thighs and swiftly pushed her off me. Before she lands on the ground, I pulled her flailing arms towards me and gave her multiple punches on the face, leaving a bloody mess. My clutches on her wrists were too tight, stopping her from removing my hold but she lifted her knee and automatically connecting it to my stomach.

I felt my grip loosen so she pulled her wrist and instantly swung her other fist at me. My face turned sideward as her knuckles came in contact with my cheek. As my head was turned away from her, I couldn't stop her from immediately kicking my sheens.

I fell to the ground with a loud thud, and she quickly pinned me down. Yelena rapidly strikes her fists to my face and I'm sure I'm as a bloody mess as she is.

The pattern was almost repetitive that I had the chance to move my head aside, making Yelena slam her fist into the mat. I quickly jerk my knee up to her back and rolled us around. I stood up and now I would not give her a chance to get back up.

As she was still laying on the ground, I immediately stepped on her neck preventing her from breathing. She tried to claw her way out of it but I held my ground.

Once I knew she's almost out of breath, I lifted my foot and grabbed her collar. She was still choking when I pulled her up. Yelena tried to claw my arms away, trying desperately to stop me.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, strangling her. "я выигрываю." I win. I whispered to her ear and snapped her neck right away, not waiting for Madame B's instruction if I should kill her or not.

I let go of Yelena's neck and her limp body just dropped on the floor.

Madame B emerged from the side. "Well done, Natalia." Her Russian accent evident in her voice and a smile was forming on her face. She definitely didn't care I killed Yelena instantly.

She graciously strode close to me and genuinely smiled. A bit menacing but still, she never smiled so this was a first.

"Welcome to the world, Black Widow."

I grinned at her.

Finally.