Who would have known that his daughter would sit pretty on his throne? Who knew that his daughter would personally take over his sanctioned ring? Who knew that his daughter would personally slaughter him? Who knew that his daughter would do all of this... before the age of 15? 

They should have known.

they should have seen this coming.

born into a russian mafia family, anzhelika was the only female out of six children. she was the youngest and mose prized out of the six. simply because she was female. 

her father called her his "little jewel". He pampered her, spoiled her,bought her everything her little heart desired. She was his princess -- in all sense of the word. 

And her brothers despised her for it. They watched, day in and day out, as their father -- one of the most feared men in the russian mafia -- was swayed by a little girl. she was the gem of their syndicate.

he coddled her. he protected her. he loved her beyond a familial love. she was his goddess.

at the age of four he decided it was time to intergrate her into the family. when news got out that there was a traitor amongst his men he quickly tracked them down. he called these exclusive hostings "dinner parties" -- a time for him to set examples of what happens to those who go against him. the Anderson family was known for not only slaughtering their enemies (and their families), but for also devouring them. 

they ate only those who rose up against them. a way of swallowing their enemies pride.

literally. 

"tonight is a special occasion, маленькая богиня (little goddess), you will witness the might of our family," he whispered to the little girl sitting next to him. her eyes, hazel in depth, watched with pure curiosity as the traitor and his wife were dragged into the area. the dinning hall was transformed into a torture chamber that doubled as an open air kitchen. tchaikovsky played in thebackground as her parents andelder brother sipped on an expensive red wine. one brother was in charge of his own branch and could not make it to this dinner party. as for the other three, they sat at the long table... bored. they had all seen this before and to them it was losing it's charms.

but there was something about it that entranced anzhelika. the way they stripped both of the adults. the way they violently butchered the couple -- alive.

torn limb from limb, their screams falling on deaf ears. for someone of a young age, the image alone should have been scarring. but anzhelika sat there, a perfect little doll, watching with intent.

once everything had been pulled apart, the two lifeless lumps of meat lying there, her father got up from his seat and approached the "stage". "what part do you want to eat?" the butcher asked, motioning to the pile of limbs that the line cooks were busy preparing. her father stopped, looking back to his daughter before beckoning her forward. Anzhelika hopped off her perch and slowly approached the bloodied stage, taking her father's pro-offered hand -- waiting for her to extend her wings into her new lifestyle.

little footfalls echo lightly as she maneuvered through the carnage, her eyes sparkling as she stood in front of the line cooks. her father hoisted her up, settling the little girl on his hip as she took in the cuts of meat laid out for her. "you choose first, my princess." 

and choose she did.

without hesitation, her little fingers gestured towards a blood red cut with lean fat surrounding the slightly marbled meat. a cut from the back of the thigh.

she chose her father's favourite cut.

once everything was prepared and the family was served, anzhelika picked up her fork and knife and gingerly cut into the meat. butter. the knife sliced through the meat like butter. everyone stopped and watched. the cooks were anxious -- should she dislike the way it tastes, they knew they were done for. her mother was anxious -- she didn't want her daughter to throw up after her first taste... much like she did. and should you reject anything the boss gave you was a crime in and of itself. the only reason why anzhelika's mother was pardoned was because she was pregnant. with anzhelika.

her first bite... melted in . the meat was like the finest slice of filet mignon. without a word the little girl devoured what was on her plate.

her father knew she would be the one to take his throne when he was ready to step down.

but what he didn't see... was the darkness that grew within that little girl.

she wouldn't stay his little princess forever.

-----

the years that followed saw anzhelika grow. she was a sponge that soaked up all the knowledge she could. her mind was like a black hole for information. gifted with a photogenic memory, she read books at the speed of light and stored that information perfectly. 

she was capable of what grown men in their late 50's couldnt do. and at the time she was seven.

her father couldn't be more proud. 

when her tenth birthday rolled around, the kgb announced a new program -- a training program for talented youth. a way to unlock all that untapped potential and create beings capable of the unexpected. anzhelika was shipped off.

-----

what people failed to notice about such a program was that it was social isolation. they broke down incoming "soldiers", beating them, torturing them, ensuring to reassimilate them into their general population. and what was this general population made up of? young children on the verge of being dubbed "clinically insane".

as a child, anzhelika already kept to herself. she was quiet yet well mannered. she was a girl of few, but very profound, words. she was the type who would observe -- silently -- at first.

and the trainers at this program noted that. 

there was a certain system to this program, the likes of which 99% of their incoming population failed to complete. in other words: they died during their training. but not anzhelike. by twelve she had excelled through every primary training regimine they threw at her and was half through the secondary regimine when they decided to take a hands on approach with their little prodigy.

torture.

physical. mental. emotional. 

they put it through her hell and dragged her back... several times.

at twelve, she witnessed things that no other girl should witness. the mental torture took it's toll, slowly, and they watched her break. even when she wasn't being tortured she would be haunted by their demons, screaming into the night, begging for mercy. they broke bones, they threatened to take her sight, they even threatened to take organs should she back out now.

"this is the anderson girl? pathetic."

"what was her father thinking sending a child here?"

"obviously he wants her dead."

"it wasn't even her father who sent for her."

"who was it?"

"her brothers."

"but her father is just as guilty. he let his little goddess into a den of lions."

the torture carried on for two more years until they had sharpened her dull edges. they honed in her potential. by fourteen her kill count was nearng 200. whether it be out of rage or out of loyalty to those who created this monster... who knew. but she did know that she enjoyed ever second of it. quick and to the point. slow and agonizing. both held their charms.

anzhelika was not the perfect little doll her father treasured.

she was a weapon that only she knew how to weild.

she was a nightmare. 

when unleashed, she could bring the world to it's knees.

Within those two years Anzhelika was the primary subject to new serums and poisons, each one exposing her to threats she may encounter on the field. Slowly they introduced them to her body, small quantities so that she could build up an immunity to them. After two years she was immune to over 70 different types of poisons -- including gases.

The serums they injected in her made her into something... almost inhuman. She was stronger than most, faster than the average human, had stamina that rivaled an entire platoon of men, and could survive on the barest of necessities. 

She was their greatest -- and worst -- creation.

On the day of her graduation (that is to say: when they finally unleashed her), they thought she would become a soldier for them, fighting in the underground to help expand their web.

boy were they wrong.

as soon as the words "you are free to go" left her handler's mouth, she them. All of them.

No one was spared. not even the new children who looked on in horror as the fourteen year old anzhelika went on a bloody rampage. all the years spent in that hell finally boiled over and started spilling over, her anger seeming to permeate the walls and leave everlasting marks.

when she walked off the compound she was drenched in blood, her head held high and more confident than she had been before all this had begun.

her new objective?

make her father pay.

-----

upon hearing that his precious daughter was returning, no words could explain her father's joy. to see his daughter again after these few years. how much had she grown? how much did she learn? was she going to be even more of an asset to him than she already was?

her brother's looked on in pure disgust.

what they didn't expect, though, was the fire that burned in anzhelika's hazel eyes, that hooded look that only came with years of experience and torture. Her smirk screamed "my demons have been tamed -- they obey me now".

"hello father," she purred, the innocence in her voice completely gone as she walked through the front doors of her father's estate... a trail of bodies fallen behind her.

she reveled in the horror that was written all over her father's face. oh how the sadist in her rejoiced. but it was the looks on her brother's faces when they laid eyes on this girl -- no, woman -- for the first time in three years.

on that night, in the dead of winter, her father was killed, and her brother's captured.

those who went against anzhelika were quickly dispatched. those who were smart enough to not question their new leader were quick to weed out the weaklings.

on that night, a new ruler sat on that throne.

on that night, the bloody queen took her seat as her father was hacked to pieces.

on that night, hazel eyes and wine stained lips smiled as her brothers were cut open and thrown to her dogs -- alive.

on that night, black widow was born.

-----

at the age of 17 anzhelika had successfully tore down her father's old regime, erasing all aspects of him from her new kingdom. she built it from the ground up, her power growing out of control. by the time she turned 18 more than half of ruissia's underground rings had surrendered to her might. her kingdom had ties to about every underground dealing you can think of. should it be illegal, you can bet she had a hand in it. and people feared her. she was known throughout the world as the "heartless queen" before they even recognized her as the "black widow". even one misstep and you would find yourself on the wrong end of her wrath -- and you never wanted to make the black widow upset.

by 19 she ruled over most of the triad.

by 21 she had created strong ties and bonds with the italian mafia.

by 25 she was well known all over the world.

but her kingdom, should anyone try to find them, were just enigmas on peoples tongues. much like their queen, they didn't exist. 

anzhelika does not exist.

there is no birth file, no death file. no health records. no dental records. 

she had completely wiped herself off of the face of the earth. she was a ghost who walked among the living. and as soon as her loyal soldiers saw this, one by one they started disappearing as well.

her soldiers were all trained in the ways she was. granted, most of them didnt survive, there were men willingl to follow her to the ends of the earth.

over the years anzhelika had become a thing of beauty: sun-kissed skin, hazel-green eyes that could drown you with one look, all the charm of a woman able to seduce a man, lips full and pouty, and a figure that made jaws drop.

she was a true gem -- with deadly sharp edges.

at 25 her personal kill count exceeded 900.

her skills were beyond impressive.

she was a monster out of your most beautiful nightmares.

men and women alike would give anything to spend one night with her; the heaven her lips were able to mutter was nothing compared to what her body could do.

but there is always a price to pay with the black widow -- if she gives you something, she wants something in return. 

that usually meant your life.

even if you did spend one glorious night with the femme fatale, you wouldn't walk away in the morning.

and her cannibalistic tendencies didn't stop, either. oh, she loves indulging in that sinful act. the chef who cooked for her father had quickly become a fan of this once upon a time princess and was more than willing to cook her up a feast anytime she wanted it. 

Now, she doesn't indulge as much as her father did. oh, no. she saw this as a treat. she could stave off the cravings for long periods of time, until the cravings gnaw at her, begging her to sate the need. only then will she concede to the cravings.

-----

when she was 26 she decided to do something out of her comfort-zone: become a teacher. she was given a personal invite, asking her to lend her extensive knowledge and skill to assist the next generation of "villians".

this would keep her occupied for a while, so she accepted. 

espionage. easy enough. after all, anzhelika was a master at digging up data and information from everywhere -- and using whatever means neccessary to get it.

that's where you'll find her: threatening her students and degrading them. should they step out of line she will take something from them for wasting her time. this year it seems to be her students eyes.

should you have her as your teacher, well... good luck, swine.

you'll need it.

a true femme fatale.

on the outside anzhelika can be cold and indifferent. but don't let that fool you. she has mood swings that will give even the most confident people whiplash. like a beautiful large cat, you can't take your eyes off of anzhelika -- if you do, she's more likely to swing at you once your eyes are distracted.

you will notice that this woman uses both flowery language and pet names -- don't be alarmed, she was just raised to be polite. something that hasn't changed since she was younger. but, once she starts using your given name, be wary -- this means she is on the verge of anger. and you wont like her when she's angry.

but she is sweet. deviously sweet. she is able to reel people in with words alone, her promises and threats both carrying a weight no one has ever experienced before.

even with a knife to your throat she can pamper you in beautiful words and a gorgeous smile.

even her walk demonstrates a woman who commands -- demands -- respect. she has a certain gait about her that leaves other women trembling and men looking on in awe.

such an insidious creature should not be allowed to walk the earth with simple mortals.

but she does.

ever the observant woman, anzhelika can spot even most minute changes in data, emotions, even a slight shift of the eyes. reading people is her specialty, after all.

she speaks with confidence; her mere words carry dominance and certainty, her foreboding nature quick to rear its head.

one thing is for sure: this woman is not an idealist. she is a realist. whatever she sets her mind to, she will do. or get. whichever one holds her interest first.

and she will stop at nothing to gain what she wants. even if that means slaughtering many, many people who get in her path.

she is very materialistic. but to her, money is no object. she is a woman who lives her life luxuriously and had no regrets. after all, she deserves it. all of it. furs, diamonds, designer brands, luxury cars, authentic paintings and sculptures. anzhelika is a woman who knows how to live.

[ to be continued ]

[ to be continued ]