17-July-1918

She couldn't look behind her; couldn't stop for a minute, not even for a second. She had to run.

For her life.

For the ones that weren't running with her.

For her family.

The ex Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia, her Imperial Highness, was currently running away from her own people, her beloved Russians. She had turned from God to Devil in such a short time that it still confused her. The day before she had been happy and comfortable in her new improvised house, even though her freedom had been almost completely stolen. Oh, how wrong she had thought, now she was going to pay for her innocence.

BANG

Anastasia covered her ears, she wanted to hear nothing. She was sure she wasn't going to be able to keep her sanity if she heard her relatives screaming in agony until the bullets took their souls apart. She didn't want to have her last memory of her father's voice in form of a last breath before death.

Most of all, she regretted leaving behind her little brother, he was so young and had so much time left with many wonderful things to see. The girl was sure that he would have become a great zar… if only she had realized how the situation was going, she could have acted consequently. However, she did not.

While tears began to form in her pretty eyes and shivers welcomed her body, she sensed the killers were going to catch knew it because of the sound of steps getting louder. But there was more, she could feel him near.

The man that had been like a big brother for her had become her worst enemy. Carrying the name of Ivan Braginski he was internationally known as Russia. He represented his country, as a mix of the desire of his inhabitants. This night, it was getting her corpse.

She wasn't prepared to be face to face with him. On the one hand she, after all, had admired his being since she was a little child, not long ago, but it seemed that centuries had passed from those peaceful years.

On the other hand, he had so much strength in his muscles that he was almost immortal. An entire army will be for no use in a battle against him. Being positive he could get a wound or two, maybe even a scar. How could a little helpless girl be able to even hit him?

As fast as a gust of wind, her nightmare became true. Ivan was there, right in front of her-

with blood covering his hands and body.

She asked herself, horrified, if that was her family's blood. It could be no one else's.

-Y-yo-…my….-

The phrase couldn't emerge from her mouth. Nevertheless, it wasn't necessary. Anastasia had seen this man's reactions for so long that she recognized it immediately.

She saw the guiltiness in his eyes.

-Anastasia, I… no, we hate you so much that it is unbearable. I want to see your insides coming out! - He said with a twisted smile and tears mixing with the family's blood. His eyes showed no hint of joy whatsoever.

The hidden gun was revealed.

-I- I can't….-

BANG