Bryan, Tala, Ian, and Spencer were eating their breakfast in the living room of their apartment.
"So what's up for today?" Spencer asked, shoving more of Bryan's famous bacon into his mouth.
"D'know" Tala shrugged, he was a little cranky today, "Ian pick and channel and leave it will you, damn" he snapped. Ian cringed at Tala's outburst.
"Sorry, Tala" he said, he chose the sports channel and watched hockey quietly. Bryan looked over at Tala, glaring at him.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, in a cocky/serious tone. Tala looked at him, he looked pissed.
"None of your business" he snapped, almost yelling. Bryan shrank back, but recovered quickly.
"Apparently it is my business, if you're snapping at Ian about it!" he said, his voice growing. Tala got up, Bryan mimicked him. Ian tried to stop them, pushing them from each other.
"Guys don't fight please" he said, he looked a t Bryan, pleadingly, "It's ok". Bryan shook his head, clenching his fists and teeth.
"No, Tala has no right to snap at you for his own problems" he said. Tala narrowed his gaze and clenched his fists.
"I wasn't snapping at him, I was snapping at you!" he barked, poking Bryan in the chest. They looked at each for what seemed like hours, to Spencer and Ian. Finally Tala sighed, closing his eyes and turning away.
"Whatever I don't really care" he said, he walked towards his room. Bryan growled.
"I don't see why you would, since all you are is a heartless CYBORG!" He spat the last word, menacingly. Everyone in the room froze, even Bryan himself. Tala turned on him, quickly and pissed, fire in his eyes.
"What?" he asked. Bryan looked away for a second.
"Tala…I didn't mean to" He then looked back at Tala. "I wasn't thinking" There was a short pause, then a fist connected with Bryans cheek and fell to the ground, clutching his face.
"Bryan!" Ian cried, rushing over to the silver haired Russian. Spencer attempted to hold back Tala.
"Damn right you weren't thinking, get out of here and don't come back" Tala cried. Those words hit Bryan like ice. He held his bruised cheek and watched Tala, ashamed of himself. A tear rolled down Tala's cheek and he was whispering.
"I'm not……I'm not" he said, over and over. Spencer and Ian looked over at Bryan, who had gotten up and was on his way to his bed room. After a while, he came back out with a bag, a jar, a flower and a knife.
"Ok, I'll go, but first…." he began, he set the jar on the table, and put the flower in it. After that he took the knife and held it to his wrist.
"No Bryan don't do that!" Ian cried, but Bryan had already slit the knife across his wrist, flinching at the pain, then he turned his wrist down and let the blood drip into the jar.
"Just a little something to remember me by" he said, he took one look at Tala, who was still looking down, another tear rolled down his cheek. Bryan then grabbed his bag and car keys and headed for the door.
Bryan took one last look at Tala, then at Spencer and Ian who had "Don't go" looks on their faces. Bryan smiled weakly at them, but the smile soon faded as he let the door shut behind him.
Ian looked at Spencer, then they both looked at Tala, who was sitting on the couch, his head buried in his hands. Spencer walked up to the red head and put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump but not look up. They were all silent for a while, until Tala lifted his head and looked at the jar of blood and the flower.
"What have I done?" he asked.
Bryan put all his things into his car, then he out his head on the cool metal of the roof, staring at the ground. A tear hit the snow, leaving a tiny crater. He took one more look up at the window and closed his eyes. Suddenly he heard the crunching of snow behind him, he turned and saw two men in black suits walking toward him.
"Are you Bryan Kusnetsov?" One of the men asked, his voice was deep and serious. Bryan narrowed his eyes, it wasn't everyday that two creepy guys come up and ask your name.
"Maybe, depends on who you are" Bryan answered, clenching his fists. The two men glared at him, their stares burning through him like hot coal.
"Come with us" They said, suddenly starting towards him, aggressively. Bryan backed up a little, but then lunged forward, punching one of the men in the face. The man fell back, holding his bleeding nose. Bryan began to run towards the apartment stairs, when he was yanked back by his hair and thrown, hard, to the ground. He was quickly bound by the wrists and stood up. He was then punched in the face by the same man he punched, he cried out in pain……
A cry outside alerted Ian, and he went to the window and looked down. Outside he saw two men and Bryan being shoved into the backseat of an old limousine, his wrists bound.
"Bryan's being kidnapped!" Ian cried, running to the door, alerting Spencer and Tala, who ran after him.
Bryan was roughly shoved into the limo, which smelt like cigars and liquor. The two men quickly got in and signaled to the driver, who started the engine. Bryan looked out the window and began to sob. He then saw his friends rush out, calling his name. Bryan watched them helplessly as the limo pulled away fast, before they could reach him.
The others cried out as they saw Bryan being pulled away from the window. Bryan watched at the last second he was being pulled, at his friends, those of which he may never see again.