Hello, everyone! So you decided to give my story a chance, hmm? Well, I promise not to disappoint you! I felt that the RoChu community is lacking so I decided to contribute my story. This is actually my first story having Russia and China starring it so I hope you enjoy! I'm not sure if I will make this a RoChu story (RoChu is my OTP) but we will see.
'It was pouring.'
'Rain, of course, but it wasn't only that. It was my feelings and my thoughts.' I stood and watched the droplets hit the window pane of the moving train back to Moscow. 'It wasn't suppose to end like this but then again, I never thought something like this would ever start.' I sighed. 'I suppose you would want me to start this story from the beginning, da?' I messed with the end of my scarf. 'Well, it was a day much like this one. Dark, dreary, and raining but was made it different was the peculiar meeting between another man and I. A man named Yao.'
I coughed loudly into my coat sleeve. I didn't think much of it at the time because the rain was drowning out any sound but if it wasn't, I surely would have been caught. I quickly walked over to my satchel that I left on the living room chair. From there, I pulled out a dropper and a glass ink container. If I didn't hurry, the stuff would dry and surely begin the stink. I quickly began to fill the contents off the floor like a pro. I have done this before. After I have filled the container as high as I can, I went back to my satchel for a quill and a piece of parchment. I quickly scribbled these words on to it:
'If you found this note, you are already too late. If the "ink" is still red, you might have a chance of catching me. Otherwise, I'm long gone. You should have came here sooner, da? Well, see you next time. -Sasha'
I gave a loud laugh. Sometimes I think the police in St. Petersburg are foolish. I wonder if they believe my name is really Sasha. Probably not, because I alternate between Sasha, Nikolai, Vladimir, and Dimitri and change the handwriting each time. I doubt they would guess Ivan Braginsky was the murderer of this and many other people. Ivan Braginsky have been missing for about four years and probably presumed dead. I laughed. Fools. I pulled myself out of my reverie and walked out the house with my bloodied pipe into a snowy blizzard. I decided to leave the door open, perhaps the snow will cover up my tracks. It always has. I been in the snow my whole life and it shouldn't fail me now.
"Where to?" I looked up to the man at the counter. I was in the train station three days after my last murder.
"Harbin," I said, looking through my satchel for money. I looked up and the man was giving me a dirty look.
"Come here," the man said, gesturing for me to come closer. I leaned in closer and he hit me in the back of my head. "What the hell is wrong with you?! What makes you think that you can take a train all the way across the country and into another fucking country? What's wrong with an airplane?"
"Airplanes make me uncomfortable," I lied. The true reason is that they have security and identification check.
"Right," the man said, "What business do you have in Harbin anyway?"
"Sightseeing. I heard that Harbin is the Oriental Moscow. People speak Russian there so I can ask for help. How close can you get me to Harbin?"
"Moscow," the man said, looking away. Then he turned around and smiled, "Start from Moscow to compare. Then take a flight to Harbin from there." The man then turned to a radio he had on the ticket counter and turned it on.
"Здравствуйте, Санкт-Петербург!" The radio speaker said through the static. The man chuckled.
"Let's see what those bastards from the media have to say this time," He turned up the radio.
"Следите за серийных убийц: Саша, Николай, Владимир и Дмитрий. Они охотятся на тех, кто живут сами по себе, и те оставили в покое в течение длительных периодов времени. Полиция даже не уверены, что это группа людей, но будьте на взгляде."
"Damn them," the man said to the radio. "Damn them all to hell." Then the man turned to me. "Have you heard about those bastards?"
"Nyet, I haven't," I lied.
"Damn them all. Preying on the loners and abandoned..." The man looked in my eyes. "I'd be careful. You're by yourself. They might go after you." I smiled.
"Nonsense, they couldn't catch me in Moscow." I paid for my train ticket and got on the train. I smiled, knowing that I was correct.
They were all fools.
I hoped you guys like the first chapter. I'm debating between putting the story in first person, or third to get the parts of story not known by Ivan, or alternate. Okay, read and review to give me an answer. Hasta la pasta!
Translations:
Здравствуйте, Санкт-Петербург! - Hello, St. Petersburg!
Следите за серийных убийц: Саша, Николай, Владимир и Дмитрий. Они охотятся на тех, кто живут сами по себе, и те оставили в покое в течение длительных периодов времени. Полиция даже не уверены, что это группа людей, но будьте на взгляде. - Watch out for serial killers: Sasha Nicholai, Vladimir and Dmitri. They prey on those who live by themselves, and those left alone for long periods of time. The police are not even sure that this group of people, but be on the look out.