A/N Another update! Let me know what you think.

It made me shiver in both wonder and terror as I watched the plates that made up my assailants left arm shift. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. The metal limb before me is far into the future of today's technology. It's like something from a completely other time. I didn't know what else to think about it, other than the fact it came out of nowhere and that it's crushing my wrist.

Snapping from my thoughts, I winced in pain as my brows furrowed. The grip tightened causing the knife to slip from my hands and clatter to the ground.

Using the distraction, Mira had scurried from under me and back to Yelena's side. Loud footsteps soon echoed into the room and the voice of doctor Krupin began to sneer "Don't let her go Solider, and as for the rest of you – get in line" I could tell by his tone that he isn't impressed with what's transpiring.

I don't feel as if it's my fault. I was clearly provoked. Turning in my spot, I went to look at the so called Soldier who stood behind me. However, I was abruptly turned around. Releasing his hold on my wrist, the Soldiers hand clutched around my throat to slam my back down onto the table. I almost thought it might have broken from the force.

Reaching up with my hands, I clutched the Soldiers metal wrist trying to pry his metal fingers away. It wasn't working. Glancing up, I realised I had the perfect view of the man as he towered above and over me. Tall with a solid muscular build, his body is clad in a black military uniform and vest. Long brown hair framed around his face and a black mask covered the lower half of his face, leaving only a pair of steel blue eyes glaring down at me.

My lungs involuntarily gasped as I observed him. Everything about the way the Soldier stood and the way he looked, it all screamed dominance, control and most of all – danger. All my body wanted to do was fight to get away. Grabbing his arm for support, I kicked my left knee up and hit him directly in the left side of the face.

The Soldiers hold on my throat didn't falter, and instead it grew tighter as he squeezed. Anger flashed in his wild eyes, while my own began to flutter as the oxygen started to leave my body. I refused to give up. Defeat isn't what I've been trained for.

Reeling my leg back up, I went to hit him again only I didn't get the chance. Pushing his body further forward for more leverage, his groin grazed against mine. Lifting my upper body up with the strength of his metal hand, the Soldier slammed me back into the table. Stars instantly tingled across my vision. He didn't stop and continued to beat my head back against the surface of the table – darkness consumed me.

Flash Back

It was late at night as I stood in one the shower cubicles. My arms are folded over my chest and Madame is on her knees in front of me, scrubbing my body and face vigorously with a wet cloth. Looking down, I stared at the pinkish tinged water as it trailed down my flesh to whirl into the drain. Madame stopped what she was doing to speak.

"Listen to me" she took my face in her soft hands "You'll forget what happened. You won't speak of it again"

I apologised "I didn't mean to do it" our eyes locked with one another.

With all seriousness Madame held me with a solid gaze and uttered the words "Yes, you did"

I hadn't dreamt of that memory in such a long time. It was a constant reminder when it came to my everyday life. It was always there, those three words. It was as if someone was saying it over and over again in my head so that I didn't forget. My eyelids fluttered as I stirred on the medical gurney. I was met with the sight of a white ceiling and surgical lamp hovering above.

Glancing around, I willed my body to sit up when I felt a tug on my wrists. I looked to see I'd been restrained "Katya, your finally awake" my head turned to see doctor Krupin and the Doctor standing both patiently waiting "I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't" Krupin's lips had a hint of a smile, as if the situation were funny in some way.

"Why am I here?" I asked while tugging on my wrist again, trying to get free.

"You've been unconscious for days. I must admit, the Soldier was a little too rough" replied Krupin. That would be an understatement, because of the Soldier I'd have to catch up on the training I'd missed "The Doctor will take a quick look at you, then you're free to leave. Try not to cause too much trouble Katya" Krupin walked toward the door "There'll be plenty of time to kill each other later"

The door closed behind Krupin with a soft click, leaving just me and the Doctor alone. Walking towards me, he'd already snapped on his white latex gloves and was now unbuckling my restraints "You can sit up" pulling my body into an upright position, I swung my legs over the edge and clutched the edge for support "I need to assess you to make sure he didn't do anything too serious"

Blinking away the dizziness, I asked the Doctor "The man that did this, who is he?" it was a small chance that the Doctor would know anything about the man I was referring to, but it was worth a try; better something than nothing.

"Man?" the Doctor scoffed while moving his hands to the back of my "I would hardly call that thing a man" I can feel the pressure of his fingers press into various tender spots. Despite the Doctors cold remark, there was something in his voice. A slight tremble as he answered.

"You're afraid?"

"You would be stupid not to be" the Doctor sighed "The Soldier is going to be a part of the program. He'll be helping you and the other girls train from now on. Doctor Krupin deemed the other instructor incapable and he was dispatched" in other words, eliminated.

Taking out a pen light, he held a finger up into the air and asked me to follow the direction. After a few more examinations, the Doctor was happy with the results. Getting down from the gurney, I went to walk out but stopped mid-stride.

"The girl, Rachel" I said while turning to see his breath hitch "You've been helping her. Why?"

Looking up from his clipboard, the Doctors eyes landed on mine "I don't know what you're talking about"

The look on his face and the answer he gave me is all the evidence I needed to know that I'm right. The Doctor is the one responsible for Rachel's miraculous recovery. It makes sense. He's the only person in the Facility that's able to give her the medical attention that she needs. Only, I have no idea as to why he would have done so. Was she threatening him? Bribing him?

Leaving the room for the mess hall, I arrived to see that two extra guards had been stationed outside the door. It was most likely because of the incident. Standing in line to receive my tray of food, I sat down at my usual seat in the corner. Picking up a protein pack that consisted of a hard green, jelly like slices, I began to eat in silence. The usual banter of the mess hall filled the room, mostly that of the guards and some of the girls

"I see you've finally recovered" spoke Katlin "I was beginning to worry. They had you in there for days" sitting down across from me, she tore open a protein packet "What did he look like?"

I stopped mid-bite. The question was out of the blue "You didn't see?"

Katlin shook her head "No. After you were unconscious, the Soldier dragged you to the medical bay. We haven't seen you or him since then. None of us have had combat training for days"

Krupin mustn't have wanted to continue on without all of us there. I didn't answer Katlin's questioned. The Soldiers going to be our new instructor, she'll see him soon enough; most likely tomorrow. Not bothering to tell her to go away, I didn't have the energy. Sitting in silence instead, we ate the tasteless meals we were provided.

After dinner had finished, we all wandered back to our sleeping quarters and I walked over to my bunk. Rubbing the back of my head, I could feel my brain start to throb. Pulling the covers on my bed, Madame walked into the room holding a cardboard box. Without uttering a single word, she walked over to the closest bunk and instructed the girl to hold out her arm. Madame retrieved a set of handcuffs from the box and attached one end to the girl's wrist, and the other to the metal bar of the bed frame.

There handcuffing us now?

Making it around the room, Madame stopped in front of me "Hold old your wrist Katya" I did as she said and the cold metal contraption surrounded my skin. Pulling back to lay on the bed, the other end clicked into place. Madame finished with the last girl and left, the lights turning off soon after.

I could hear the other girl's cuffs clinking as they moved. Some were displeased by the inconvenience, while others tossed and turned. Tugging on my own, I was allowed very little movement and it chaffed against my skin. Between the headache and discomfort, it'd taken me hours to fall asleep and when I did, I only ended up back in my nightmare.

Flash Back

Standing in the room for combat training, it was me against Gretta; a blonde haired girl with a slim figure. Waiting for the Instructor to signal the beginning of our fight, the steel double doors suddenly opened and doctor Krupin and three other men dressed in military uniforms filed in. Their suits are decorated with all sorts of medals and pins. All three of them held an expression of excitement and curiosity as they looked us up and down, while doctor Krupin stood looking proud.

The Instructor walked over to the group and hushed whispers were exchanged. When they'd finished, the Instructor looked at us again with slight worry "No conceding. No mercy" he said. I'm still confused. Are those men going to stay and watch us?

Turning, I looked at Gretta as we both got into our stances. A moment passed before I stepped forward and Gretta kicked her leg up into the air to hit me in the face. Dodging it, I grabbed her foot and pulled toward me. Her dainty body slipped onto the floor and I quickly went to stomp on her face. She rolled away in time and my foot collided with the concrete instead. Pain rippled up my leg.

Managing to get to her hands and knees, I kicked her in the stomach. Instantly she started to reach with dry air. Bending over, I tugged on her golden locks to get a good grip as my knee collided into her nose with a sickening crunch. I could hear the satisfied grunts of the men watching, but ignored it as the blood pooled down Gretta's face; thick and red.

We were young. I held back. Giving Gretta time to rise to her feet, I held up my fists. I went to punch her again bit she had blocked my attempt and landed her own blows instead, twice. Feeling the sticky liquid run down my cheek from the newly formed gash, I moved forward and hoisted my body onto her shoulders.

Wrapping my legs around her head, I twisted my own weight against us to send hers and my form slamming against the concrete. Taking the brunt of the fall, Gretta's back let out a sickening crack and a moan of pain flowed from her lips. Getting up to stand, I'd assumed that the fight was now finished and I went to go stand back in line.

Krupin tisked "Not so fast Katya" Krupin looked from the sergeants and then back to me "I want you to finished it"

"Finish it?" I questioned. I know what Krupin means, but I didn't know why. It's clear who'd won the fight and he'd never asked any of us girls to kill a person before. Was he trying to prove a point to the men he's with? That were obedient.

I knew what he meant but I didn't know why he would. It was clear who had one the fight and he had never asked us to kill anyone before...he was trying to prove a point to the men he was with – that we were obedient.

Nodding his head, Krupin continued "You showed weakness today. Now, you must finish it"

I hesitated. My mind went in all sorts of directions. Can I do this? Could I take a human life? It's all crashing down on me now. Looking at Gretta as she twitched on the ground in pain, I struggled to make my legs move. Approaching, she looked at me with eyes wide as saucers. Scrambling away, I grabbed and pulled her leg close.

Gretta continued to kick and squeal, like a pig to the slaughter "Katya" she begged "Stop it. Don't do this"

I pulled Gretta up onto her feet. I can't stop myself. It's not me doing it. I swear. Swinging her fist in defence, she managed to punch me again in a fit to free herself. Losing my grip, Gretta went to run when I turned around and caught the back of her top. Yanking her toward me, I didn't hesitate this time. Hesitation is weakness.

Twisting around with my back pressing against hers, my hand grabbed behind me to latch onto her jaw under the chin with a vice like grip over my shoulder. Dropping down onto my left knee, I pulled with as much force as I could muster. With the added pressure of her weight falling back and my pulling, a sickening crack sounded out into the room like splintering lightening. Gretta's corpse dropped to the floor as I let go.

She's dead.