AN: A levels have been taking up a lot of my time and this is my first time i have written anything so Im sorry for the wait. I will be uploading another one shot about Sherlock and Emma so if you're interested check out 'The beauty of the past.'I am a little stuck on which character should meet Emma next so any suggestions would be nice, please review and let me know :-)
The room was freezing and the air had a damp, cold feeling as the wind was howling outside. Moving slightly onto her side, the metal of the handcuffs scraped against the bedpost creating a terrible noise that made her cringe. The door opened letting in some light to an otherwise pitch black room, the sound of her walking towards the bed echoed throughout the room and she waited with bided breathe for what was going to happen next.
Feeling the handcuffs come unlocked, Emma raised her bruised wrists to her chest and waited for the familiar tug on her leg which signalled she had to move. Standing up and moving towards the door, she walked down the long freezing corridor to the bathroom to prepare for the day.
The painfully cold water sprayed down her back making her muscles ache and the blue and black array of bruises even more painful. Washing herself quickly Emma got dressed in the standard trousers and t-shirt, feeling somewhat cleaner even in the filthy conditions she called home. She walked down towards the courtyard, her stomach aching due to the lack of bread and water given. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she tried to mentally prepare for what was going to happen next. Being stuck in this dreadful place with the system that controlled her, Emma felt like she would never get out, never get to experience a world that wasn't filled with darkness and monsters. The system was designed to break her spirit and make her unhinged like a wild animal. But Emma felt like the opposite had happened, what was meant to break her was actually keeping her fighting, the prospect of leaving this place and having freedom gave her the will to fight.
Everyone time all the girls here were forced to fight, learn many languages, learn about the world outside this place and learn of their place in it, doing their duty. Emma felt like she was ignoring her heart until it became blind and deaf, she could feel herself growing harder, slowing losing herself to the people who controlled her.
Stepping into the courtyard Emma joined in a line with about 10 other girls, the instructor stood before them holding a black box. The instructor started walking down the line with every girl reaching into the box and pulling out a black marble except one girl who had chosen a white marble. Knowing there was only one white marble left inside the box, Emma prayed she did not have the unfortunate ability to pick the white marble. Putting her hand inside the box she withdraw a white marble, upon realising her fate she was momentarily frozen with nerves and the fear of having to fight her opponent.
Dodging a kick to the shins and having to endure a punch to the ribs, Emma's spirit was slowly fading as she wondered whether or not she would win. Losing was not an option, she was trained to fight until the other person was dead and no longer a threat. Briefly she wondered about what he was doing, where he was, if he would even recognise her and whether or not at the end of all this, if there would be anything left of her soul. Knocking the other girl to the ground she heard the instructor say "Это то, что вы называете борьбы? Там будет только один победитель, бороться!"
Dodging an elbow to the face, Emma kicked the other girl and used this moment of weakness to hold the girl in a chokehold, squeezing her neck and slowly taking her life. Looking up Emma held eye contact with the instructor, trying to silently plead with the woman to not make her do this. The instructor only nodded sealing the fate of the girl and Emma in one single moment. Whispering "Мне жаль" Emma snapped the girl's neck cleanly and efficiently.
Translation:
Это то, что вы называете бой? Там будет только один победитель, бороться!- This is what you call a fight? There will be only one winner, fight!
Мне жаль- I'm sorry