i am one of twenty eight young ballerinas with the bolshoi. training is hard, but the glory of the soviet culture, and the warmth of my parents… my… parents… makes up for….

no… that's not right…

i am one of twenty eight black widows with the red room. training is hard, but the glory of the soviet supremacy, and the warmth of my parents…. all my parents…. makes up for…

you'll have to excuse me. i don't know what's happening.

who are you?

"You'll break them."

You hear the girl with hair like blood speak but it is as though she is veiled, speaking from an insurmountable distance. She is foreign to you, this girl with pale skin and brown eyes, but you know her because she is you. You are both widows. You are both spiders. You dance to the same tune.

You dance now. You always do. You bring your limbs in close and you spin. The world is a sightless blur of colourless grey, and you are aware that you are one of two dozen, moving in perfect synch, with perfect grace. This is what it means to be a widow.

"Only the breakable ones."

Who does the madam speak of? Not you. You are not breakable. You are strong - steel and iron in your bones, heart, lungs. You will not break. Not like the others.

"You are made of marble."

Yes. Marble. Marble and iron and steel. You are nothing else. You are nothing. You are not.

You have no place in this world.

The dance continues.

It is nineteen eighty seven and the winter has been cruel to Stalingrad. Frosted in the lazy calligraphy of new ice, the lights of the city burn a pale fire through the darkness. That is all they can see from their dormitory windows, the Wolf Spiders and Black Widows, the children they call killers. They can only see the pale stars of the city, far from the facility, and beyond that, the darkness.

this is their story. The story of the orphans who could have burned the world to she's if they so chose. The story of the girls trained for a war that never began, of the boys for whom killing was as natural as bleeding. The children who learned to breathe smoke and drink venom, the orphans who became ghosts, invisible to the world.

This is the story of how they became Black Widows and Wolf Spiders, and what happened to them afterwards. This is not a story with a happy ending.

Please PM the form! It can also be found on my profile. The most detailed submissions shall be the ones accepted - I am only accepting three main girls and three main guys! They should be between thirteen and nineteen years old.

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