It was strange for them to find themselves in that room after all those years and with those people who did not take too long, and yet no one dared utter a word.
They were there, gathered in the back room painted in white, surrounded by several computer technology advanced resting on fine wooden tables, several chairs lined with white skin were placed behind each unit with redundancy, while a huge painting of that group towered inside the hall and those kids who were depicted in the image had lost their innocence.
They had become adults.
They had spent a lifetime together, shared joys and sorrows in a not too distant past, and yet, after many years, could no longer be defined merely friends but acquaintances persecuted from their adventures.
It was too difficult to speak of their memories and in their teenage years, was too complicated to remember what they had done, but nevertheless were there, ready to discuss what they should have or wanted to do. After all that had always been their place, although that did not exchange glances hateful and anger, now aware that it had happened because of them.
They had to do harm, and this was to have unleashed hell on those innocent young people. It was just their fault.
They could not do anything, he was forbidden to intervene, but, after seven months they found themselves in there to discuss topics they would like to forget.
They had been spectators of the dramatic story, had witnessed the violence they had suffered those kids to their loved ones without being able to say anything, without being able to tell the truth and could not comprehend it.
They were the real perpetrators, they had forced young men to divide, they had destroyed everything, they had allowed the young men to be destroyed physically and psychologically.
They could not do anything.
Anger burned their hearts, choked their spirit, destroying what little good that bound them yet. The reality became too heavy to bear, but he was not allowed to redeem himself.
Those small and dirty secrets had been their personal ruin, had destroyed the happiness of their loved ones, had besmirched the honor of those families.
"Do you believe that this time we will do?" asked a woman with hair blacks wearing a white coat with a worried tone.
Hearing that voice faint, everyone turned to her giving her a look askance and ready to do battle for the cause.
"I don't know, Midori. This time I really do not know what to say" said the oldest of the group, as well as head of the company, with a serious tone.
"We should act! We are tired of staying in the shadows," said a grizzled forty vigorously flapping his hands on the table.
"They have to learn to fend for themselves. They are adults now" snapped a woman from Russian accent coolly, ignoring the protests of her husband.
"When it came time will tell them everything," declared the head with a tone that brooked no argument, and then turned a benevolent to his colleagues.
He knew that nothing would be easy to see that group and created with so much effort crumbled into pieces ached. He could see the expressions of disapproval his paintings the faces slightly aged by time, yet he could not hope to turn the tide of those lives so precious, "I know you can do it, I ask you just a little 'time," added a little later, smiling good-naturedly .
"Because they are risking our life, especially her. You knows that the girl is innocent and nevertheless decided to make her feel this career. It's not fair!" added another man in his forties with a gruffly, looking angrily all his former colleagues, looking at their support.
"It is, but when the time will come to you to tell them the truth," asserted another man with a determined tone, and then disappear quickly from the room and ignoring the comments of other colleagues.
They knew what would happen from then on, now aware that the war already gave off the fetid smell of death.
In the cold Russian night fire quickly raged around him, hugging in the deadly grip her home and prison. He does not know what to do and how to act, the heat around his young limbs seemed to weaken more and more, but that did not matter.
The dark smoke forced him to cough again and again, his throat seemed to burn, almost as if the heat had penetrated inside the exile from the body.
He madhouse that was burning slowly and he was still there, trapped, unable to move. No one would come to save him, it was just weak ... sick. It was only their fault that they was in that situation deadly.
Never mind if other people would have died with him, he wanted to die.
The dark flames and dense reflected in his blue eyes in a spectacle of devastation and destruction, everything had changed in a matter of seconds and he was too young to understand the strange events that would change his life.
The white curtains were inflamed and different tongues of fire flickered in different parts of the room, the iron of his bed was searing and he had no way out except the window, through which you could see a vast expanse of snow, while several white flakes landed on the cold ground in Russia.
Out there it seemed no peace while he, a small eleven, was living hell in what had been her prison for the last few months.
A nightmare purely wanted and where he hoped to find peace.
The heavy door creaking echoed in the room, overlooking the violent sound of the fury of the fire, immediately attracting the attention of the small Moscow.
"But then you are alive!" cried the child caught a hint of a smile innocent.
"I've never died, they did not succeed," said the man from the heavy Russian accent, avoiding a hot beam of wood that had come loose from the ceiling, extending his hand toward the blond.
The moment their hands touched another plank of wood fell to the ground, making them wince, then start racing at breakneck speed along that corridor flanked by metal doors, through which you could hear the desperate cries of the prisoners of the asylum , filling that void with absolute pleading words and booming in that place without escape.
There was no smell of death, and despair seemed to be the undisputed master of the prison, but this did not matter to Alexander.
By now it was certain that he should learn to fight alone and only when there would come a time he would have his revenge.
They could consider him crazy, crazy, sick but that he did not care; It was a living being who had seen his soul to evil, was a stranger to the concept of love, a child deprived of the family.
An empty box, a body without a soul but hateful and evil unnatural for any child of his age, he liked to inflict pain to the people, the same he had felt on his skin a few months before when he had been locked up in that dirty place Ivanov's family.
He remembered with pleasure Yuri's blood smeared his skin and the expression of petrified red, basically was extremely easy to find a weapon.
The same knife that was then used for the attempted murder, the red liquid was splattered everywhere, staining each object that was in his path, while through the deep cut of the shirt was possible to see the huge gash drenched in blood that triumphed on the back Yuri, who lay on the ground unconscious.
No, Alexander did not feel guilty, but he said he was the victim. The victim of that messy Moscow blue-eyed and black-hearted, that beast that had alienated the affection of Elèna and Sonja.
Yet he wanted to be Yuri, craved the perfect life from which he had been excluded and, in order to take his place, he had to slay his enemy.
"Hello sisters, now I am Yuri".
That phrase kept echoing in his head during that endless race, forcing him to gasp several times to the lack of oxygen increasingly absent from that deadly place, as long as his savior not opened a huge door through which he could be glimpsed a wonderful snowy landscape.
The fresh air of Russia hit them violently but it did not matter. After all that wonderful natural spectacle was their freedom.
Snow white and soft seemed to glow in the sunlight, while snow covered trees triumphed in the huge clearing.
They moved a few steps, and then start running at breakneck speed, neither would be able to say how long they were running away, but he did not care.
They were safe and soon they could get what they really wanted, when, suddenly, a small black-edged human appeared in the steppe wild now devoid of wildlife.
"Stop you" shouted the woman with a defiant tone, pointing the gun at the man.
"Irina Petrova" hissed poisonous, recognizing her who had been the bane of his family and that he was allied with the enemies.
"Leave him, right away" she ordered in a tone hard watching the child.
" Never" replied the dark, hiding behind the small self.
And then nothing, except for the sound of a gunshot. The bullet had gone through with fury and violence the human heart that he fell to the ground, while small drops of blood stained the snow.
Alexander was alone, but he knew exactly what to do: run away, but would be back in some way.
Alexander jumped dramatically, trying to ignore those hateful memories invading his mind for too long.
Nothing had changed and he, in spite of all that had passed in the course of his life, had been the usual man eager lookout on Yuri and hateful family that had ruined the past and he was sure that this time he would need of 'help that person, the one who had saved his life seven months before saving flames and certain death, the same that would have to face as a child and, once again, life had offered him a chance for redemption through the pain physically he felt.
And then there was her, Mariam, the same girl who wished for too long and that had deserted him and he still wanted next to him, and he was sure that he wanted with all his strength, although the pain and the 'bitterness of rejection was still burning in his soul torn.
"It's not over, Alexander and we are ready with a plan of revenge" asserted his colleague with a sadistic look painted on his face.
His hazel eyes left leaked pure evil and were reflected in the blue ones of the twenty-five.
The blond gave a sadistic grin and replied coldly: "That our games begin, Ivan."
Note Author:
Hello everyone, this is the third and final part of my fanfiction and I advise you to read "Silent tears" if you want to understand a little more about this story that will be very complicated and full of emotions and events.
Thanks to my beta and friend Lonee that gave me the go ahead for this first chapter.
If you want leave me a review I'd appreciate you ^ - ^
see you soon!
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