"Go, go, go!" I whisper shouted, urging Felicy to hurry up as I tried getting rid of the blood using my grey dress.

She started running through the dark corridor, the only light emitted from the tiny windows on the left side. As she neared the wooden door, she stopped, waiting for me to catch up.

"Here," I said, tossing her the keys I had taken from the matrons pocket moments before.

If it wasn't a known fact that Felicy was very agile, I would have done it myself. But that was why I had chosen her, why I had convinced her to help me escape.

Once she had opened the door, we sprinted down the stairs, skipping a couple as we gained speed, always making sure to not make a sound.

"Shit," Felicy muttered, coming to a sudden stop.

We had been caught.

"So," Matron Head drawled, "you thought you could leave our house without us knowing?"

I was walking through the hallway for the first time, the faces on the walls all similar, as if they belonged to the same family.

Maybe you'll be a slave or something, I thought, trying to keep the tears threatening to spill.

"This," a woman suddenly appeared at the top of the staircase, her dress black, her lips red, "shall be your new home! We are going to treat you like daughters don't worry."

My mood suddenly lifted. Everyone treats their children nicely, so I shouldn't have to worry about being mistreated. Maybe they'd even let me leave at some point.

"Don't say that sister, it gets their hopes up. We are going to be your Matrons." the woman holding my arms behind my back said, snickering as my shoulders slumped.

Then it dawned on me.

Sister.

These women looked exactly alike, all the girls being held captive were being held by red lipped black dressed ladies.

And the girls on the wall, I realised, my eyes catching sight of them once again.

"Okay, fine. We are going to train you, sculpt you into perfection, both physically and mentally. We are going to turn you into excellent assassins and spies, ready to kill at command." This time it was another woman speaking, an ancient lady walking down the stairs, her black dress being the only one that covered her legs.

"You are all going to love killing."

An evil laugh followed, the other Matrons joining in.

"No!" I screamed, not wanting to relive the torturous moments of my training that had followed that day.

"So you thought you could leave without us knowing. I guess we didn't train you well enough then," The old lady said, walking towards me and giving me an icy glare.

I hadn't meant it like that, I wanted to shout, try and save myself.

But I knew better.

I wasn't going to show fear towards them.

No.

Not before, not now, not ever.