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A/N So here I was intending to do my other fics first. But I really felt that I should try to finish Dimas and Dashes before turning my attention elsewhere. Anyway this should be finished soon. I suppose that the ending is going to be one to remember, it's going to be pretty weird. Then again I never really like happy endings, they are shit in my opinion because it's so predictable, I hate fics like that. That's why I like my little Dashie simply because the ending was sad and unlike other people, I didn't cry because I was too busy enjoying the bad ending!. Anyway most fanfictions or fimfictions I see are too happy, too predictable and that's why I always down vote the endings. Because they are not original, they suck balls. The only happy endings I like are those where the characters somehow survive and end up into a believable ending, not some kind of made of shit that leaves me stretching my head and thinking why I didn't just masturbate to something on the internet instead of reading it. That's what usually goes through my head. The other happy endings I like are ones which are abruptly hilarious or are just plain epic.
One last thing, this is the last ending of the "ending 1". After this we will be on ending number two. For those don't get it, ending "1" is for the human Dimas and Dashes and ending "2" which is afterwards is going to be the pony one,
A few hours before chapter3.
Operation "Rolling Thunder" Part2.
Russia.
61st Army Headquarters location (currently unknown).
Dima+Dash

A cold room, a cold room that had a single old light bulb that flickered on and off as the blasted power circuit kept in when it was used for the same purposes in the cold war as it does today, it is overused and too old. But it is still used today for interrogation and torture purposes. The heavy set of drawers held devices that shook fear into those who knew what purposes they held. The black cupboards that were only opened when the victim did not break, those devices were ones that left Syrian and Iranian tortures sweating in nervousness as they attempted to get those very devices.

They say this very room was created under the 61st Army headqauters when in the late 1930s, Stalin's enemies were bought to this room and tortured, then after hours of agonizing pain they would be executed. If you listen carefully at night you can still hear their screams. The screams of the dying…

After the 1930s all the way to the end of the cold war, the room was used by the NKVD and their successors, the KGB and now the FSB in today's world, the room was reliable as everyone in there had broken and no one had ever escaped.

That's what Dima first thought of when he woke up in the middle of that very room. He sat on a uncomfortable position on a uncomfortable chair. He could feel his arms strapped to the arms of the chair, his legs were free but they wouldn't be of much use. Even though it was almost pitch black, Dima knew what room this was. It was known to every Spetsnaz as "traitors hold". If you ever betrayed the Spetsnaz then you would die in this room, knowing that no one out of the heavy chained door that was the exit, no one would ever know your screams.

"Im surprised it you we are dealing with Dima". A short chuckle alerted Dimas senses and his head snapped up to find a hunting rifle pointed at his face, the man holding the rifle was your typical corrupt Russian official, he looked like he was in the FSB.
Dima looked round the room. It wasn't his first time, he had once been the man who had tortured the separatists who rampaged in the Caucasus before being crushed, the survivors were officially declared dead, but the ones who had survived were brutally tortured for information and then executed with a single shot to the face. He had done some of that shooting. The survivors screams still haunted him.

"Dima listen". A hard hand slapped his face and Dima looked forward again to briefly see a pair of guards flank him, both had pistols to his head.
"Hello". The Sargent replied politely ,ignoring his current situation.
"This girlfriend of yours...who… is…. she?". The long and slow sentence curled out of the FSB agents mouth. Like he was struggling to complete it
"No idea, called Dash". Dima annoyed the agent by cheerfully replying.

"Well, "Dash" in the same trouble as you. Stárshiy Práporshchik! (Senior warrant officer) bring the girl in!". The agents face, contorted with annoyance shouted a order and moments later the heavy steel door opened with a single Spetsnaz warrant officer walking in with Dash handcuffed. She looked slightly worse for wear but was nowhere as bad as Dimas battered and brused figure.

"OH MY GOSH, DIMA ARE YOU OKAY?". She screamed suddenly, powerless to do anything else as her eyes widened in shock at the sight of her battered boyfriend strapped to a chair.
"Yeah Ive been through worse, how about you?". Dima joked, trying to avoid the stressful knowledge that neither of them were getting out alive.

"OKAY!. Let's stop this lovers meeting and get to the point". The agent face palmed and clicked his fingers, the warrant officer holding Dash held a knife to her throat, the two guards next to Dima jammed their pistols in his throat.

Dima could see the nervousness and the fear in his girlfriend's eyes, he wanted to cuddle her and tell her "everything will be alright".

"Basically I was in a forgiving mood a few moments ago, this is what I want to happen. One of you lives and the other dies". The agent leant back on his chair and started to smoke.
The two lovers looked at each other, they both knew that this would not end well.

"I love you". Dima mouthed to Dash.
"I love you two". Dash mouthed back, her hair covered her eyes and it seemed to slightly darken as the single light bulb flickered.

"You have 10seconds before we shoot both of you". The agent grinned.

Dima started to think back to when he had always acted to protect Dash, that burst of strength that he needed to win the day and carry her off in his arms.
He needed that strength more than ever. But it wasn't coming.

He then began to look for a way out, the guards would not expect a struggle but he could use his arms, the only way to escape would be for Dash to distract them so he could have that vital second to use his legs.
Timing would be important.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6,5".
Dima looked at Dash and he mouthed something. It took the rainbow haired girl to think but then her brain clicked and she knew what to do.

"4".
She braced herself, arms read and her strong athletic legs swam with energy.
"3".
She pounced, with a roar of anger. Dash whirled around and slapped her guard in the face. For a brief second she was motionless and stared at the scene before her, everything went in slow motion as the Agent shouted something in Russian and made for her. She noticed that the two men guarding Dima were distracted, they were untrained for this kind of situation where the prisoners would fight back.. She knew that was all her lover needed.

Dima looked upwards at what had just happened, he had been conserving his energy for this one moment. That one moment where he would strike like a deadly cobra and smite down Dashes enemies and his own. He loved her and he knew that he would not fail.
He did not waste that energy.

A/N. The human arc is over, we will never know what happened but the next chapter of the pony story will be up soon!.