Screech* "Ah, I can't help but feel annoyed by these constant sounds of jets flying past my head", Lisa grumbled. The squad members left Aleksandr and his daughter alone and left on their way to find a car and leave Belgorod for good. Zene was having a hangover due to the constant nightmares and the drinks taking their effect. "Are you okay, Zene?", Agent inquired. "Yeah, Yeah I am fine" "Doesn't seem like it" "I am not getting enough sleep that's all", Zene replied. Sigh* "Gosh, how long do you want us to wait near this bus stop?", Lisa yelled at the Agent. "He should be here any moment now" "Who?" "Just an old partner" A black car approached them from behind. Screech* The tinted windows slid down and a middle aged guy puffed the smoke onto Lisa's face from within the car. "This motherfucker!" "Easy there", Agent stopped Lisa from doing anything rash. "How have you been Agent- G" "Did you gather all the files?", Agent-G inquired. "Yes" "Good,

"There he is, Brois Ivanov", Agent pointed at a man walking on the footpath. "Get out of the car and follow him", he added. Boris made his way past the black car parked beside the footpath. To his unawareness three people followed him into the alleyways. With the barking of huskies growing intense the tension and fear within Ivanov grew larger and larger. He felt as if he was being watched. He felt his chest become heavier and heavier as time passed by. A woman appeared from behind and snatched the bag that Ivanov was holding onto. "Hey! That's my bag!", Ivanov ran after her as she guided him into a deep alley. With the barking of huskies growing intense she stopped at a dead end. "Give me the bag, now!", Ivanov yelled at her as she threw the bag on the ground. "Come get it", Lisa provoked him. "You filthy thief!", Ivanov charged at her with the most half-assed posture one could possibly make. Argh* And to everyone's surprise Ivanov tripped himself and fell

As soon as we arrived at the church we saw a couple kissing each other. And that's when I first saw Natsuki cry. "That's Clara", he murmured. "Who, I can't see any girl nearby", Mokshith squinted for better view. "Is she the one that kissed that guy" "Yeah", Natsuki looked gloomy while tears trickled down from his eyes. "I did everything I could man" Natsuki glared at the couple unaware of his presence. "And some random guy comes in and takes her away with little to no effort" His veins popped as he glared at them with his teeth gritting against one another. "It's unfair" "Natsuki, Listen man you need to chill out", Mokshith tried to calm him down. Natsuki went through hell day after day and not once did his fragment respond. But today, his fragment took over him. [Fragment of Origin] His body was covered in weird tattoo marks with flesh burning from within him. "Natsuki, is that you?", Clara inquired as she got a little closer for a better view from th

"You should get some sleep, Mokshith", Trotsky suggested while he wiped his face dry. "I can stay up a bit longer", he replied while looking at the ward inside which natsuki was bedridden. "I hope he wakes up soon", Mokshith stated. "He will anytime now", Trotsky murmured quietly. Huff Puff Natsuki woke up from that everlasting nightmare only for him to look at the attire of his inside the hospital. His face was covered in bandages, his entire body was covered in cloth to heal his burn wounds. Natsuki gasped for air as he looked around to find a nurse stare at him with popped out eyes. "Doctor!", the nurse screamed out loud. Huff Puff Natsuki looked around as his hazy vision started to clear up. There they were men that he once knew stood in front of him with worried eyes. "Are you okay?" "Natsuki can you hear me?", Mokshith yelled out loud. Their voices were muffled and his ears were constantly ringing. He looked at the white room with bright lights fl

Cling Clang A guard approached the solitary cell and opened the heavy metal door open. The place was drak with no lighting on the inside, there he was the man in question groaning at the flash of bright light onto his sunken eyes. "Dimitri Popov, I have some questions for you", Zene stated with a smile on his face. Screech* Zene closed the metal door and placed a lamp for lighting the room. "Never saw a guard like you, must be a new one", Dimitri murmured. "It wouldn't be a stretch if I told you that I came all this way for you", Zene replied. "I am but a lifer that has been serving in this prison for fifty years, what use would I be to a young handsome man such as you, sir." With wrinkles all over his face and the sunken eyes alongside his tired expressions spoke more words than any stories told by the inmates in the lunch hours. "What brought an old man such as you down into these dark rooms?", Zene inquired. "You refuse to work for the warden and he throws you