A/N: New, short two-part story dealing with Russia and the Russian Revolution.

History Bio: Bloody Sunday; January 22, 1905.
Bloody Sunday actually started as a demonstration that was organized by the Assembly of Russian Factory and Mill Workers of St. Petersburg, a labor organization patronized initially by police authorities and led by an Orthodox priest, Father Georgy Gapon. Father Gapon along with many factory workers along with their families arrived at the Winter Palace to deliver a petition to Czar Nicolas in an effort to receive better treatment of the poor in Russia.

However, troops were called and shots were fired to disperse the crowd but they would not leave. Shots were then fired into the crowd, with over 100 confirmed dead and even more injured. With rumors of thousands dead from the assault, it planted the seeds for Revolution which in turn leads to the 1912 siege of the palace and the assassination of the Romanov family.

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The story however, does belong to me. Please R&R, thanks.

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St. Petersburg: January 22, 1905

"With this petition, we will get through to Czar Nicolas. We will finally relieve the children of Russia of the long hours in the factories, better working conditions, and receive the pay that the good God-fearing people of our country that are the backbone of Russia to keep this country great!"

The thunderous, inspiring voice of the Father Gapon reached not only to the ears of the people of St. Petersburg but also to another. The voice rang in the figure of the country's ears, he closed his eyes as he listened to the crowd cheering after the priest's speech. He had his orders from the General, to protect the Winter Palace no matter what the cost.

"You men have your orders. Weapons at the ready!" The voice yelled as the sound of an army of raised and cocking guns that faced the unknowing crowd. Russia knew the workers meant the Czar no harm, but only to bring a petition in a feeble attempt to make their lives easier. He knew the Czar wasn't at the Winter Palace, several of Nicolas's trusted advisors made sure to move the Romanov family to an undisclosed location away from the "rebels."

"Czar Nicolas...The unknowing fool. Living in luxury with his family while his...No...My people live in such squalor. However...I can't allow children who will turn against me at any given time."

Russia's hand rose as the soldier's fingers all in unison pressed against the triggers of their guns behind their leader. With a furrowed brow, he sharply dropped his arm as bullets began to riddle the crowd. Many hit their mark as bodies fell in a crumpled, bloody heap in the snow he hated so much. Terrorized screams penetrated his ears as his men continued to shoot at the crowd as many tried to escape from their lead-filled deaths. His eyes closed after he watched their leader, Father Gapon take a shot between his eyes and fall into the crumpled heap in a pool of his own flock's blood.

He knew many were dead or wounded, but several managed to escape despite his orders from the General to kill all of the rebels. He knew this was not going to be the end of his country's troubles, it was only the beginning of the bloody and violent chapter in his own history.

It was the beginning of Revolution.

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