Section 3 - Memories (ARVO)

(Notes: When Arvo is not speaking (Or in other words, he's thinking), his English will be perfect, because the English is representing what he thinks in Russian)

I sit there, allowing myself to tremble after they left. It was pretty hot, so I decide to step outside for awhile, and let myself cool off. I take off my jacket, in only my white shirt. I was sitting on a bench, head against the window, the window that shows a view of where I was sitting at inside. After a couple minutes, I was cooled off, but my face was still red... she's gone, why am I having this weird feeling?

Right at that moment, I was somehow reminded of my sister... oh my God... my sister...

I took a moment to not think about it, sort my feelings, then think about it, calmly. I had known her since I was born... she was my adopted sister, but somehow she was able to look as if she was really blood related... she was about, uhm, 14 when I was born? Anyways, she was the one that kept me safe as the years passed by, when mother died, when father abandoned us, never too be seen again... she kept me safe. When this happened, she kept me by her side... when Buricko wanted to kick me out into the cold, alone, with nothing to aid me, she convinced him to let me stay... I can't say that I'd rather want Blake too live than her... but hey, I am just glad I don't have too be put into that position...

Atleast I got time to think about her, since her death. That little girl shot her, and killed her. At the time I didn't know that my sister turned, so I shot the girl to get revenge... I feel so bad, she could be dead. Sadly, the past is in the past... no going back.

Just as I was too continue my thoughts, I hear footsteps. I look inside, and see Blake walking around in circles, a focused face on her, while Mike sat down on the ground, back too the wall, a bit happy... I wonder what they're talking about.