Okay so this is my first story, and first time on this Site. So please, if you read it and find it to be just terrible, wellll that sort of explains why. But fingers crossed. Anyways, I've been on what you'd call a Call of Duty phase...And I see so many stories for just Soap, Yuri, or Makarov, and there are none with Sabre. So why not include all of them. With an OC though...Random girl I put in. Here's my story and I'll tryy to update. Enjoy. Oh and:
DISCLAIMER!: I do not own Call of Duty, any of the games, characters etc, except my OC's and made up places!
Abandoned Town Somewhere in Russia Near Ukrainian border
Natalya Corveshky
Natalya ran through the streets, dodging cars and random passerbys. She turned to look behind her, and noticed a figure turning a corner. She narrowed her eyes and sprinted faster towards her destination. She only had a few yards to go, and she wasn't going to stop now. She made the last few yards and was just about to grab it, when she felt a gun to the side of her head. She sighed in defeat and frustration. The person at the end of the gun chuckled, and grabbed the item she was trying to get.
"Too late I'm afraid Natalya. I win again." She rolled her eyes.
"How about best three out of five? Please Alexei?" Alexei held the gun at his side, and she turned to look at him. He laughed and shook his head.
"I don't understand why you think you can beat me Natalya! I'm better than you." She raised an eyebrow, and smirked.
"You want to bet on that?" With that said, she took of running to the opposite location, where the other item was placed. She had been racing Alexei to each for the past couple of hours, and yet she still wasn't going to accept quiting and losing. She rolled over the hood of an old rusty car, and went around a corner, before getting stopped. A hand was holding her by the back of her shirt. She turned to see who it was, and almost wished she hadn't.
"What do you think you are doing Natalya?"
"Nothing babushka, just taking a walk through town." Natalya's grandmother didn't believe that at all. She had taken care of Natalya since Natayla was ten. Natayla's mother wasn't around to care for the girl herself. It all started on night, about ten years ago.
Natayla was in her twin-sized bed, driftly off to sleep. The sound of what seemed to be a door being broke down awoke her with a start. She sat up straight in bed, peering around in the darkness of her room. The next thing she knew, she was being dragged out of bed, and down the stairs to the living room of their little house. Her mother and grandmother were sitting in chairs, tied up. Her eyes widened in fear, as she tried to make sense of what was happening. The person holding her by the arm pushed her into another chair, and tied her hands behind the backrest. Natalya's mother tried to comfort her quietly, until she was silenced with a hit to the face. A man's voice was heard coming from their kitchen, and Natalya's heart was pounding. The man's footsteps came closer, until he was in the room. The man was frightnening to her quite frankly, and his voice caused a small amount of fear in her too.
"Victor, have you found anything yet?" He turned to a younger looking man, who was wearing a tracksuit. The man, Victor, shook his head.
"There isn't anything here. He must've moved it." The older man then faced Natayla's mother, giving her an irritated look.
"You are going to tell me where he put it. Do you understand?" Natayla's mother didn't say a word. The man hit her across the face, and that's when Natayla realized he only had one arm. His left one was missing completely from the shoulder. Natayla's ten-year old mind thought this man was a monster, by how he looked, acted, and spoke.
"I don't know where Sasha put anything! He never told me! Please leave us alone!" The young girl was in shock, when she heard her mother begging like that, sounding desperate. The man glared at her mother.
"I don't believe that. Levtoi, have you found anything?" A man responded with a "No!" from somewhere else, and the man turned back to my mother. "You are going to come on a little trip with us yes?" Before my mother could react or reply, he had Victor grab her mother forcefully out of the chair, and drag her outside. The older man called upstairs to someone. "Makarov! Come down here." Footsteps were heard from above, and a man walked down the stairs into the living room. Natalya observed the man closely. He had to only be around twenty, since he looked quite young. The older man motioned towards her and her grandmother. "Dispose of these two. I don't care how, just do it. We have the wife."
"Yes Zakhaev." With that, the older man, Zakhaev, walked outside. Out the door her mother had just been dragged out. The young man looked at her grandmother, then her. He took her first, and led her upstairs. She had so many thoughts racing through her mind. What was he going to do? Was she going to die tonight? What had happened to her mother? She didn't have time to process anymore of her thoughts, since he pulled her into a room. To be more exact, it was her room. He pushed her onto the bed, and she became shocked. She had heard all the stories the women around the town had told, and she knew right now, that that was the most likely possibility. He had to be only a few years older than her maybe. She was ten, so it's not like she was just a toddler. Natalya curled up on her bed, knees to her chest, as the man looked at her. He finally spoke, and this time she could actually listen.
"You are just a child." She was confused. What was he getting at? It was obvious she was a child. She had a little china doll sitting near where he was standing, and other toys, like stuffed animals, all around the room. "You are a very beautiful child too. You have been told this yes?" She didn't want to answer, since that wasn't even true. She wanted to slap herself, when she found herself shaking her head no. He looked suprised, since he raised an eyebrow at her. "Really? That's odd. I would think a girl like you would have many people telling you so." She shook her head again. He walked over to her, and placed his hand under her chin tilting her head up towards his. "You should speak girl, it would help you greatly." She was even more confused by that.
"I'll get you back." That one phrase, out of her mouth, was shocking to Makarov. What little girl says that to a man like him? He smiled, and left the room. He came back later with her grandmother, who was protesting furiously.
"What did you do to her! Where is her mother! You monster! IF you laid a hand on Natalya I will kill you!" He chuckled to himself. Funny really, as if an old grandmother could kill an ultranationlist like him. He pushed her into a chair in the corner, and duct-taped her mouth. All that was heard from her was muffled words. He turned back to face Natalya, and before he placed duct-tape on her mouth, he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"I think we will see each other again." Then he pulled out a handgun, and shot it. He fired two shots, then left the room. Engines were heard starting up outside, and they drove off into the night.
Natalya slowly came to forget about that night, but the two things she didn't forget, was her mother being taken, and that strange man. Makarov... She never told her grandmother about her and Makarov's conversation, and her grandmother never pushed it. Her grandmother was just concerned at the time if Makarov had touched her or raped her. They had escaped, after Natayla got up and managed to get through the window. Makarov had locked the bedroom door shut, but the window had been open enough for her to push it up farther, and slide through. She ended up falling into a pile of snow, seeing that it was winter, and a couple of women noticed her, untied her, then helped her return to her grandmother and release her also. They mourned the loss of a good mother, and good daughter. The days passed by, and then the months passed by. They slowly forgot their ordeal, and just gave up on the hope that Natalya's would come back. Natalya's grandmother tried to protect her though, from then on.
"Natalya, don't lie to me. I've been hearing you shout out here, and run past. It's time to come in. It's getting late." Alexei came up to them, and he nodded his head in acknowledge meant to Natalya's grandmother.
"It's my fault Verushka. Natalya was just trying to win for once against me. I didn't stop her and I encouraged it." Verushka crossed her arms and looked at the both of them sternly.
"I don't care who's fault it is, but you two shouldn't be fooling around like this! Natalya where did you find that gun!" Natalya's eyes became wide, and she looked down at the small handgun she was holding. Alexei did the same, and they knew they were in trouble. "Alexei go home. Your mother will hear about this. Natalya let's go. Now." Natalya mouthed a silent goodbye to Alexei, and he waved goodbye. They parted ways, and Natalya turned to follow her grandmother home. They reached their little house and went inside. Natalya started to walk up the stairs, but Verushka stopped her. "Natalya, I'm ashamed of you. How can you run around here with a GUN after what happened to us!?" Natalya sighed, and didn't say anything, so Verushka shook her head and walked into the kitchen. Natalya went up to her room, the same one from all those years ago, and sat on her bed. She was just sitting there thinking, until she heard tapping on her window.
"What the hell?" She opened the window and looked down. Alexei was standing below in the slightly overgrown street. "Alexei you're going to get in trouble! My babushka's in the kitchen!" He shrugged his shoulders, and shoved his hands into the dark gray jacket he was wearing.
"So? I have a question...How about we leave tonight?" She looked at him strangely.
"What do you mean 'leave'?"
"I mean, let's go on a little adventure. Tonight. We can come back tomorrow morning. Or even later tonight I don't care."
"Alexei where would we possibly go for this trip?"
"The only place I could think of. Vacoyce." Vacoyce was a big abandoned city near their town, and it was maybe a little more than half the size of Pripyat. It was closer to the border than their hometown was, and it was said to have radioactive hotspots all over. Many teenagers and young adults went there for the thrill of it all. It was rumored that the voices of the dead there can still be heard. Plus there are rogue dogs in some places. It was only about two hours away. She looked down at him again.
"Alexei, I don't think that's very safe. It's almost dark out, and babushka would kill me if she found out I snuck out, let alone went to VACOYCE."
"Natalya, you're too sheltered! Just this one night! Worry about the consequences later! It'll be fun!" She sighed then slowly nodded her head.
"Fine. But we both bring our guns, and we bring light. We can't stay that long either." He nodded in agreement.
"Pack some stuff then. Be quick though, I'm already packed." She went around her room, packing her gun, some ammo, two lights, and a little food she had in her room, and then grabbed her black leather jacket. Natalya opened the window wider, crawled out, then shut the window from the outside. She jumped and rolled so she wouldn't cause much injury. The nimble girl got up, and Alexei smiled at her. They crept slowly through the shadows for about ten minutes until they reached a car. Alexei had claimed the car as his, when no one else claimed it. It had the keys in it and everything. They both got in quietly, and he started the engine. The two left town, and drove towards Vacoyce. The sun was finally starting to set, and by the time they got to the city, it was just a faint glow on the horizon. Alexei slowly drove into the town, and backed the car up, so they would have a quick escape should something. Alexei got out first, and then she did. They took out their guns, and quietly walked just a little further into the derelict city. They stayed mainly to the middle of the streets and walkways, and were careful not to walk in the grass and undergrowth. Natalya stopped, and Alexei turned to her, confused.
"What is it Natalya?"
"I don't know...I think we should leave. It's too dark, and could be dangerous."
"Just a little further, please?" She sighed softly and kept on following him. After awhile, the moon started to rise above the city, making the city light up a bit more. They reached a three-story hotel, which Alexei insisted they go in. Natalya didn't like the feel of it. Every corner was darker than the next, and the moonlight didn't show as well or even at all in the building. They then reached the very top, and Alexei sat over by a window with no glass in it. Natalya on the other hand, kept pacing, looking out the windows, and back at the door they had closed. She listened closely for any sounds, and heard absolutely none. That frightnened her. The whole city was completely unnatural. Alexei watched her pace, and finally spoke up.
"Natalya, come sit down. You're freaking yourself out, and me too. It's alright..." She obliged, and sat next to him. Maybe five minutes had passed, and she felt herself falling asleep. She tried to stay awake but it was too hard.
Vacoyce, Russia, near Ukraine Border
Natalya Corveshky
Natalya woke up, and when she blinked her eyes and realized she wasn't in her room, she jumped up and her eyes darted everywhere. Alexei woke up slowly, and saw her over-reacting. He got up and tried to calm her.
"Natalya shh...It's alright, everything's fine..." She looked scared, since she had fallen asleep in a strange place.
"Alexei we fell asleep in a hotel, in a ghost town! Nothing is fine or alright! Babushka is going to murder me!"
"Natalya please, calm down! And be quiet, we don't know if anyone else is here." That made Natalya even more anxious, but also agitated.
"Don't tell me to calm down and be quiet! This is your fault!" She grabbed her bag, and she left. She descended down through the hotel, ignoring Alexei's pleas for her to come back. But it was early morning when she got outside, and everything looked much different then it did last night. She ended up going in the complete opposite direction of the car, and instead went further into the abandoned city. Vacoyce looked almost like it was frozen in time, much like her own town, but at a larger scale. The highrise buildings and old cars were a strange contrast against the trees and overgrown vegetation. Natalya walked past a little park, and as she made her way past a broken down merry-go-round, she stepped on something soft. She looked down at her feet, and noticed something furry and ragged underneath them. She picked it up and noticed it was just a plush teddy bear, torn and worn out from sitting outside for years on end. She went to set it on the merry-go-round, almost as if thinking some little girl was going to run up and reclaim it. She was just setting it down, when she heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped. She turned around, and sure enough, there stood a man with a SPAS-12 in his hands, ready to fire. He was wearing a knitted hat, a black bullet-proof vest, and dark fatigues.
"Don't shoot!" She yelled to him in Russian. He raised his gun towards her, and was about to shoot her, until another man came up. They were dressed the same, but the new guy was wielding a M4A1.
"Kiril we must go. They are waiting." The guy who was about to shoot Natalya, Kiril, lowered his gun, then pointed at her.
"What about her? She's carrying a Desert Eagle. Antoly, she isn't just some occupant of this damn city. Intel said nothing lives here but wild dogs." Anatoly glanced at her. He shrugged, and started walking back from where he came from.
"Bring her with then." Kiril motioned with his gun for her to come to him, and when she reached him, Kiril took the Desert Eagle from her hands and pushed her along in the direction Anatoly went. They walked past more buildings, until they spotted a dog. Kiril raised his gun to shoot it, but Anatoly stopped him. "Don't shoot it. Let it be. If you shoot that dog, more will come." Kiril muttered something to himself, and they carried on. Anatoly led them into what seemed to be an old school or college of some sort. They ascended upwards in the stairwell, until they reached what must've been the cafeteria. Inside stood a few men, who were guards, and by a broken window, stood a tall man who was talking into a phone. He closed his phone, and put it in his pocket. He turned around.
"You're back. Anatoly who is the girl?" Natalya looked the man, trying to decipher him, until she was pushed towards him. Kiril spoke up.
"I found her near an old playground. She was carrying this." Kiril tossed the man her confiscated handgun. The man actually smiled. He addressed her.
"So you are the person who had my gun all these years." Makarov had left his gun at her house ten years ago, and he had just shrugged it off. He had went into her parent's room looking for any last intel, and had found a flashdrive. He left in a hurry, forgetting about the Desert Eagle. Natalya had found it later, while she was mourning the loss of her mother. The gun had been laying on the bed, messed up in the sheets. She had taken it, so if anything would happen again, she could at least try to defend her self and her babushka. She hadn't known it was Makarov's though.
"You are the girl from that village ten years ago yes?" She didn't answer. "I would answer girl. It could help you." Kiril spoke up.
"Makarov, we should just kill her and get on with the deal. She isn't going to answer." Makarov held up his hand to silence Kiril.
"Quiet. Now what was your name again? Natalya yes?" She nodded slowly, recognizing him immediately. Makarov. The man who had ran through her mind for years, all because he had spared her and kissed her forehead. She had wanted to kill him that night also. The sound of a vehicle or two invaded her head and interrupted her thoughts. Anatoly looked out the window.
"Makarov, they are here." Makarov turned to the other man.
"Good. Go. Make sure they were not followed. Remember what happened to Zahaev." The soldiers filed out, leaving Makarov with Natalya. Makarov looked at her sternly. "Now girl, what are you doing in this city? It isn't somewhere someone like you would be now is it." She glared at him. She wasn't going to just act like some poor excuse of a girl, all shy and frightnened.
"I can take care of myself. I brought a gun at least didn't I?"
"Natalya, you forgot one thing. Never fall asleep in an abandoned city in the dark of night. Bad things could happen." Her eyes widened, and she took a step back.
"H-how did you know that-" He interrupted her.
"My men checked for snipers last night, and they saw you in their scopes. You looked like just occupants of the city, so they didn't take action. I'm just guessing it was you." Natalya was shocked; she DID have a reason to be concerned last night.
"What are you doing in Vacoyce? It doesn't seem like the kind of place a monster like you would make a deal. I was thinking more like a dark cave, or somewhere more depressing." He chuckled darkly.
"You have changed girl, from ten years ago."
"You were my age back then, but you were a killer! You took my mother!" He narrowed his eyes at her, and when she looked at them closely, she realized they were different colors. One was blue, while the other was green. She couldn't see his dark black hair, since a bluish-gray knitted hat was covering it.
"I'd be silent if I were you girl! I won't accept defiance, when I am the one holding the gun." She didn't say a word afterwards, until he moved closer to her and place his hand under her chin, tilting her face up towards his. "You are still beautiful, just not a young child anymore." He kissed Natalya lightly, and she froze up, unsure of what to do. He stopped, and pushed her away. She was about to stutter something out, but some guy walked through the door.
"Makarov, he says he has raised the price. He won't accept our amount we offered." Makarov nodded at him.
"Oh he has raised it?" He chuckled darkly again. "We shall see about that change. Yuri stay here and watch her. Here's her gun." Makarov glanced one last time at her, before he exited to go deal with the problem. The guy who was left with her, Yuri, gave her a once-over. He shook his head. Natalya shot him a look.
"What's your problem?" He looked at her.
"What is yours? I saw what happened. What is running through your idiotic head right now?" Natalya was offended.
"How dare you call me idiotic! Nothing is wrong with me! You saw nothing!" He snorted, and nodded his head.
"Of course, since I'm sure any normal girl would try that with someone like Makarov."
"Look, HE leaned in! I didn't even kiss him back! I don't know what you take me for! I just want to go home, and forget about this..." She sat down in an old plastic blue chair, and put her head in her hands. He leaned against a wall.
"Why were you even here anyways? Where's the guy you were with?" She looked up at the Russian.
"He's...I don't even know. Alright? I left him in that hotel, and I couldn't find my way back to our car, and he's probably roaming these streets looking for me." Yuri's expression changed from boredom, to slight interest and concern.
"The boy better watch out then. There are quite a few soldiers in the streets. They won't hesitate to kill him." She got up and looked out a window. She looked below to where the meeting was taking place. Makarov was arguing with a man who looked to be the seller of whatever Makarov wanted. One of the seller's men shouted and pointed past the group, and a Natalya followed where he was looking, she realized he had spotted Alexei. Yuri walked over to her to see what the commotion was about.
"No...Alexei." Natalya breathed out as one of the men raised a rifle. Yuri spoke into his head-piece.
"Makarov. That's the boy Natalya was with. They're going to shoot him." Natalya listened in on what Makarov said in response.
"Yuri, my friend, I-" Makarov quit talking, as a single rifle shot rang through the silent morning air. Natalya opened her mouth to scream, and she started wobbling, dangerously near the open gap in the window she was near. Yuri reached out and pulled her to his chest and used one hand to cover her mouth.
"Shh girl. Laventos can't know you are here. He will refuse to sell to us. It won't help you with your friend either." She pounded her fists into his vest-covered chest, and tried to sob. Yuri edged a little further away from the ledge, and looked to where her friend had last stood. He was on the ground, and Yuri could not tell if he was moving or not. Natalya turned her head to look also, but Yuri used his hand to push her head to his chest. He listened to Laventos, the seller, congratulating his soldier on a nice shot. Natalya was curious though, in the back of her mind,and she was wondering why this guy, Yuri, was holding her in place. He had one hand on the back of her head and the other was around her lower back, holding her to him. The sobbing subsided, and she started feeling anger inside of her. She pushed Yuri away.
"Yuri. Ask Makarov which of those damn men shot him." Yuri looked at her in suprise.
"Why the hell would you care?"
"Yuri, just fucking do it!" He narrowed his eyes, but complied.
"Makarov, can you identify which of the men shot the boy?" Makarov quietly responded.
"It was the man with the gray fatigues, holding the Dragunov..." Natalya looked down and spotted him immediately. He had somewhat of a smirk on his face, and he patted his gun, like a trusted friend. She glared down at him. Laventos finally sold to Makarov, and took the suitcase of money hurriedly, while Makarov calmly took a briefcase of something. Laventos and his men left, and Natalya got one last look at the man who shot Alexei, so she could burn his face into her memory. Just a couple minutes later, Makarov and the rest of his men entered the room. Natalya pushed past them all, not caring what happened, and ran down and outside. She didn't bother paying attention for if someone was following her, she just ran towards Alexei's crumpled form. She reached him, and collapsed onto her knees beside him. The man had shot Alexei in the shoulder, and he was bleeding profusely.
"Alexei...Oh my gosh! How could I let this happen!" She held onto the side of his face, stroking his cheek with her thumb.
"Natalya...It's not your fault." He coughed out the words, his breathing ragged and shallow. She pushed her hands against his shoulder wound, but the Dragunov had done some serious damage. She shook her head, trying to put off the inevitable.
"Alexei, hang on please. I'll help you, you're going to be just fine." She heard footsteps behind her, and then turned her head slightly to see Yuri running up to her.
"You are damn lucky I made sure no one shot at you, you idiot! We sh-" He stopped when he realized she was slowly breaking down, yet still trying to help save her friend. "Natalya, girl. There's nothing you can do." She shook her head furiously.
"No! He's going to live! He has too! His mother needs him!" Natalya knew coming to Vacoyce was a bad idea. Now she knew just how bad. Even though it was going to happen sooner or later, she still fought to save Alexei from bleeding out onto the cracked, dark gray cement he was laying on. She didn't want the twenty year old friend of hers to die in some abandoned city, and have the rogue dogs eat away at him. Alexei looked up at her slowly, his face pale, concealed in the shadows of the building they were near.
"Natalya, go into my dresser, in my room, and take everything out of the bottom drawer, and keep it. You'll do this for me?" She nodded.
"Yes, but you can do it yourself and just leave it there!" Alexei closed his eyes, his breath getting shorter. She put her hand to his face again, holding it there. A little bit later, his head started to slump, and his body became no longer tensed up. She broke down completely, burying her face into his gray jacket and shirt, clinging to him. Yuri couldn't watch this; it seemed to intimate and personal. He turned and walked away to talk to Makarov. He reached Makarov, and glanced over at her again.
"Makarov, what the hell do we do with her? Do we mention to her that the car she more than likely came here in is currently burning and destroyed? Or what? Do we just leave her here so the dogs can maul her and the boy's body..." Kiril looked at them both.
"We should just leave her Makarov. She is of no use to us, and Zakhaev won't find her useful either. Just let the dogs do the job." Makarov looked over at Kiril. The phone in his pocket started to go off, so Makarov answered it.
"Speaking of Zakhaev...Privyet Zakhaev. The deal is complete." The older man's raspy voice could be heard on the phone.
"Good. Everything is there da?"
"Da. Zakhaev, that girl from years ago is here. Remember? We took her mother for intel on Sasha Corveshky?"
"Da. What is she doing there?"
"She came here with a boy. Some friend of hers. One of Laventos' men shot him with a Dragunov, and he's dead. Is she of any use?"
"No. Leave her there, or kill her now." With that final sentence, Zakheav ended the call, and Makarov put the phone in his pocket again. Yuri let out a deep breath.
"Makarov, we can't just leave the girl here."
"Yuri, my friend, it's not an option to take her with."
"Don't carry out Zakheav's orders! Just this once. She's barely an adult, and she isn't even armed." Kiril chuckled.
"Got a thing for the little tramp, Yuri, yes?" Yuri hit Kiril in the face, square in the Russian's jaw. Makarov pulled him away from Kiril, as Kiril spat at Yuri.
"Yuri, enough. We leave her here. She can have the gun back." Makarov walked away, back to the abandoned bank to get the suitcase, while Yuri started towards Natalya again. When he reached her, she had sat herself upright, with her head in her hands though.
"Girl, here." He handed her the gun. "Don't try something you will regret. We are leaving." Yuri pulled her up, and into an awkward hug. He pulled her head close to his, and put his forehead against hers. "Here's something else." He handed her a Mini-Uzi, and pulled away from her. "Also, stay in buildings at night, and make your shots last." Without another word, he walked away from her. Makarov and his men came out of the building, and they all got into the cars they had came in. But before Makarov got in, he walked over to her. He grabbed her roughly with his hands and kissed her. She tried to pull away, but he held onto her. Finally he let go though, and she stumbled backwards. He left with no last words. They all drove off, leaving the girl in Vacoyce, alone with only two guns to keep her alive.