Unfortunately, I couldn't put up the full content, as I'm only allowed a certain number of characters. So, here it is:

Comrad is your average man. He has a typical, dead end office job and works in a cubicle. He feels there is nothing extraordinary about him, as he lives a mundane life. So much so that he doesn't even know how to fight. However, he has dreams that feel so real, and are all centered around a beautiful brunette. In his dreams, he knows her, though he's never seen her before in his waking life. She also seems to know his name, as she always calls him comrade, but also sometimes calls him Dimitri. In these dreams, he's like a warrior, a true fighting machine. Once he wakes, it leaves him more confused than ever. Is there something more to these dreams?

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You know that feeling you have, that what you are doing is absolutely insane, but do it anyway? Well, that is exactly how I feel right now. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins and it feels like my senses are on fire. I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm running through a forest and chasing a long, wavy-haired brunette. She is clad in black leggings, a dark green tank top, black hiking boots, and what appear to be belts that hold knives, guns, and bullets. She's pumping her arms back and forth, never breaking her stride. I can see her taught leg muscles moving rhythmically as she charges farther and farther into the forest.

I notice I am wearing similar attire and am loaded with similar weapons and assorted ammunition. My shoulder length brown hair is pulled back and tied at the nape. We have been running for a while, as sweat is dripping from my brow, but I feel I am still able to run further.

I hear bullets wiz past me, too close for comfort, and know we are being shot at. Since there isn't the typical 'bang' from a gun, I know they're using a silencer. I wonder why they are bothering with a silencer, as we're out in the middle of nowhere.

"They're shooting at us, be careful!" I shout to the brunette.

"I know!" she yells, and turns to give me an exasperated look before continuing in our convoluted trail, no doubt to evade our unseen attackers.

Dashing and dodging forest greenery, we make a quick left and are approaching a clearing. We hear the shouts, and I tense up – ready for a fight. Though the brunette has other plans and dashes into a hidden cave I didn't see moments ago. I follow her through and take a protective stance in front of her. No one is getting to her; to get to her they have to go through me. And no one has gone through me – ever.

"It's okay, they're not getting in here," she says, while placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"How do you know?"

"Abe's out there, no one gets through Abe," she chuckles.

I relax slightly but continue scanning the opening looking for any threats. I then start to hear guns fire, shortly followed by blows and grunts. I move to go outside, but she stops me. "No, we have to stay here."

"I can't just stay here and do nothing, they need me out there!"

"Don't you think I want to be out there?" she asks, incredulously. "This is too important. You have to stay here." She stabs a finger at my chest, further emphasizing each point, and gives me a pointed look that tells me her word is final. All I can do is give a curt nod.

I start pacing the front of the cave, like a lion waiting to pounce on its prey. After what feels like an eternity, I hear a scuffle. I turn around to see her place a hand over her ear, as if she's trying to listen to something being said. "Okay, we're on our way now." She then turns to me, "You wanted to fight, Comrade? Looks like you got your wish. We've gotta fight our way out of here."

I set my mouth in a grim line and nod. Chances are, our side is losing in order for them to call for reinforcements. Though I did want to fight, I wanted to fight to win faster, not because our side is losing. I head toward the exit, while she flanks me, covering my back. As always, she has my back, as I have hers.

We make our way through the clearing we just passed, not 15 minutes ago, leaving dozens of dead bodies in our wake. Friend or foe, it is difficult to say at this point without the telltale signs of the uniforms.

We continue through the clearing and make our way toward our destination, where the fight is ensuing. No wonder we were called here. Our vehicles are being attacked. If they manage to destroy them before I leave, all will be for nothing.

I run forward, while taking my blade out and stab into the first enemy I see. He goes down, not even knowing what hit him. His partners are now very aware of my presence, and they begin to circle me. Two against one, not exactly a fair advantage. For them. I feign an attack to my right, while swiping my foot to my left, effectively knocking out an opponent. I then roundhouse kick the other before the first has a chance to get up. I reach down to my first opponent and snap his neck. The second opponent is quick to get up and about to tackle me when he falls face forward, dead.

The brunette is there smirking at me with mirth in her eyes.

"I had him, you know," I inform her gruffly.

"Yeah I know, we just don't have time to horse around," she responds, before we engaged in further battle.

The rules are simple, save bullets and do not use them unless absolutely necessary. I duck, dodge, jab, and stab my way to the vehicles, leaving countless enemies either dead or incapacitated in my wake. The brunette knows how to hold her own too and has taken down as many, or more, enemies than I have. She truly is a lethal beauty.

We reach a vehicle that is seemingly unharmed. Our forces have succeeded in pushing back the enemy, and are chasing their retreating forms.

"Get out of here! Go!" she yells, while pushing me toward a vehicle. "Di..i..ri, go!" I can't quite understand her. Odd. "Di..i…ri!" she exclaims in exasperation, "I said get out of here! Now!" she bellows.

"No, I'm not leaving without you!" I exclaim, shaking with anger and fear. Though none of the fear is for myself. All of it is for the woman standing before me.

"I have to stay here, you know the plan."

"Fuck the plan, come with me." I don't want to leave her out here, out in the open where she could be attacked. Me not having her back, her not having me to defend her. Though I know deep down that she can take care of herself, it doesn't mean that I don't worry for her. I always worry for her.

"You know I can't do that, we've worked too hard to get here."

I nod in response; I do know all the pain and sacrifice we've all been through, but I can't leave without her.

Her brown eyes gaze into mine. I can't help but feel suspended in time while I gaze into the pools of brown with speckles of gold. I'm almost mesmerized. It doesn't help that she knows what I'm thinking. Before I can form a response, she cries, "Promise me you'll be safe. Promise me!" With those words, and that look in her eyes, I know there's absolutely no way I can convince her to come with me. She shut me down, and all that is left to do is to give her reassurance.

"I promise." I am immediately cut off by her lips crashing onto mine; not that I mind. I feel the embers of desire course through me as her lips meet mine, and given the moan that escapes her throat, I know she feels the same. All too soon she pulls away, pushing me inside the vehicle.

"I love you, Comrade. Be safe," is all she says before she slams the door shut, constricting my heart and leaving me feeling like I can't breathe.

I startle awake, drenched in sweat with my sheets tangled around my body. Running my hands over my flushed face, I try to decipher what it means. What the fuck was that? I wonder.

AN: Hello everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read this story! It just came to me one day, and I couldn't help but write it down! A special thanks goes out to my awesomely fantastical beta, hbarker, for kindly editing and perfecting this chapter! Girl you already know, but I can't say it enough! You rock!
It will be very different in comparison to my other story,
Jesse's Girl, but different can be good! I look forward to your reviews and PM's! Any suggestions/criticisms are very welcome.
In case anyone is wondering, there is a reason for the italicized and non italicized writing!