Hey everyone.
So I got this really mad review saying that I was trash for demanding reviews. First I would just like to say WTF if your problem. I don't know why your reviewing if you don't like me demanding reviews. Let me explain why I am saying I want so many reviews and hopefully it will help you understand.
It's to make you want to review. It's to know that there is people who is actually reading my story and is willing to review and not be silent readers. So you do know I've been on this site for nearly three years and I have seen ALOT of people who ask for reviews like I do. I remember someone asking for fifty reviews on their story and heck it got them all cause it was that popular.
So seriously if you don't have something nice to say about my story and give me feedback that would be used in my story then why bother reviewing?
Anyway I got a review about a lemon. I'm not very comfertible at writing sex scenes cause I'm 13 and not really comfertible with the whole idea of writing about sex. So I'll props give the rights to someone else to write that scene.
Other then that I think we're good. We're good right? If you have any questions just ask.
So another chapter. Not as long as the last one but it was eight pages long on word.
ENJOY
Dimitri's POV
I stood there staring down the track at the train which was taking away my love and fading into the distance. I took me a couple of minutes to actually realise what was happening until I turned on my heels to see my sister. She bit down on her lip.
"She's gone?" I nodded and made my way past her. "I am so sorry Dimitri." She said putting a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off and turned to her.
"Why would you even care Viktoria?" I asked her "Why would you even care what school she came from? You hardly knew her. I could have had her but she slipped through my fingers like everyone else that I try to trust and love."
"I know it's my fault but you said-."
"Forget what I said." I said throwing my arms in the air "It doesn't matter because it was your fault." I said poking her chest. "Just stay away from me." Her face went from sad to broken and so it should be. I turned on my heels and headed down the platform.
"Dimitri." She called "I'm sorry. Your my brother. You can't ignore me." I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to her. She was practically begging me. Like she always does. Always seeming to get her own way.
"No Viktoria. For once I'm not doing something that you want. I'm doing something that I want. So stop being a selfish child and grow up." I spat and headed down the dusty road that is the streets of my home.
Agilest she was safe. I thought
She was safe from a town made of whores and savage men. Safe from me. I shoved my hands into my jackets pockets and made my way down the street.
I kicked up dust from the floor and rain started to fall from the sky. I was too late. I kicked a nearby trash can over and a large rat appeared from the top. It took one look at me and scurried away. I glared at it and stared down at the rubbish on the floor. Pieces of left over food and cardboard boxes covered the floor. I sighed and went to pick it up "Hey Dimitri." I lifted my head to the voice. A old boxing buddy of mine was coming towards me.
"Irah?" I asked as he grasped my hand and pulled me into a man hug.
"Hey buddy. Where have you been? I haven't seen you at the club-"
"I didn't know you still went to the club. I thought you went into the gang business in shooting people." My old friend chuckled and his thick ash hair was thrown back when a gust of wind flew past showing me a jagged scar that disappeared into his hair.
"I do. I was at the shoot out though." I blinked. I wasn't surprised. Irah rubbed his hands together and tucked them into his pockets. "I was wondering if you wanted to earn some cash. Not much. A couple of hundred." I shrugged.
"I guess it depends what you ask."
"It's easy. I'm trying to find someone. A Abe Mazur."
"Sorry don't know him." I said shrugging and turned away. I heard a click of a gun behind me.
"No Dimitri. I wasn't asking if you know him. I want you to find him." I glanced at the barrel of the gun.
"And what if I refuse?"
"I'll kill you and that pretty little mother of your'se." I stared at him hard.
My mother was the only thing that kept me here. Apart from my sisters and my nephew. I swallowed and slowly moved the gun away from me.
"Okay. I'll do it. Just tell me how to find him." Irah grinned and grabbed the collar of my coat.
"It's easy." He growled and started leading me towards his car. He swung the car door open and forced me into the backseat.
Rose's POV
I shoved my hands into my pockets looking for my phone and cursed silently when I realised I left it on the floor by my suitcase. I glanced around the carriage to see who else was here. There was a mother and child up the front. I could see that the mother was getting restless while trying to contain her child who wouldn't stop moving to look out the window.
There was a teenage boy behind me who had earphones in and a hood over his head. I sighed and glanced out the window to see the dusty landscape of Russia. If I looked past all the heat and boringness of it all it was actually really beautiful. The way the rocks and sand formed perfect harmony with each other and the small mounds of sand blew in the wind. A single drop of rain fell onto my window and travelled down until it was out of sight. It was followed by another and then another as the dark cloud covered the train like a blanket covers a child at night.
I shivered as the train became very cold and I huggled up to the seat. God I hope I made the right choice in running away from Dimitri's family.
I was right. I was never meant to be part of a family. I was meant to be alone.
The train pulled to a stop at the next station and several people got on. I watched as a old man with a limp got on slowly and he was followed by two men who looked very old.
I watched there attitude towards everything and I didn't like it. Something inside me desperately told me to get off but the doors closed and caused everyone to be trapped inside like a lion in a cage. I watched as they both sat down and glanced around at everyone. I huddled deeper into my chair as their gaze crossed over me and left.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Once we were far enough out into the landscape it happened. It was all so fast but one man jumped to his feet and turned his safty off. He shouted for everyone to get on the floor. There was a lot of screaming and crying as everyone went for the floor.
Yet again I should of trust my feelings. I got onto the floor and covered my head. I felt the men move around the carriage and grunt stuff to each other.
"What are you doing?" I looked up to see one of the men marching over to the teenager who was whispering something on the phone. The man took the phone and threw it to the floor. It landed right in front of me. I stared at it and quickly grabbed it. I glanced back at the boy to see the gun being whacked over his head and knocking him out. I hung up on the police and tucked the phone into my pocket. I watched as they marched towards the door separating the carriages and the mother grabbed onto the bigger of the two leg "Please sir." She sobbed "My daughter if only young. Please don't kill us." I watched as he shoved her off and slammed the door. I head everyone start whispering and I grabbed the phone and started to dial Lissa. She picked up on the fourth ring.
"Hello?"
"Oh my god Lissa." I whispered into the phone.
"Rose? What phone is this?"
"I don't know but listen. I'm on a train and these two guys are like having a stake out."
"Ha ha very funny Rose. If there was-"
"Just get someone on the twelve thirty train to St Petersburg." I hissed to her.
"What are you doing?" A man shouted at me. I looked up into the bigger of the two guys. They were dark grey and scared the hell at me. He grasped the phone.
"Hello. Is this the police?" I saw a slick grin cross over his face. "It's nice to meet you little Missy but I'm sorry but your friend is going to die." I watched as he opened the window and threw the phone outside. I watched as he switched the safety off on his gun and point it at me. "What did I say about phones?" He hissed.
"Now your gonna die." I watched as he aimed the gun. I thought back to the days in school. Aim for the knee caps.
I shot my leg out and kicked his knee. He collapsed to the ground and the shot went into the ceiling. I grabbed his gun and pointed it at him.
"I don't think so." I muttered "I've lived through to much to die." He raised his hands above his head and laid down on the floor. I slowly clicked the safety on and I heard running of feet and the train come to a stop. There was police waiting at the station and they saw me with a gun. Oh f*ck. They jumped onto the train and started shouting at me in Russian. I dropped the gun and raised my hands. "It wasn't me." One pointed at someone to grab me "What are you doing?" I hissed as he started to put handcuffs on me. "Hey it wasn't me." I shouted. No one was taking me. I faced the man on the floor. "Tell him it wasn't me." I shouted. He shook his head to say no while two men were asking him questions.
I struggled against the men as they led me down the platform with two other men. They were both whispering to eachother and then looking at me before going back to talking. I was shoved up against the car while they said something that sounded like my rights.
"I don't speak Russian's you Dickheads." I shouted. I watched they turn to each other before saying some very bad English.
"You must stay silent." One said "Or it will be used towards you." That made no sense at all.
"You mean I have the right to remain silent anything I say will be used against me in the court of law and justice. Look guys." I was slammed against the car again and the shoved into the back seat.
"I would like my call now." I said gripping the bars "I want my lawyer and when he hears about this he's gonna be so mad because it wasn't me." The policemen looked at me and one of them shouted something at me. "Hey. I was only helping everyone in the carriage. That man on the floor is getting away and your the one putting me in prison. Is it because I'm American? That's so racist." I growled at them.
Dimitr's POV (Haha. Cliff hanger.)
I glanced around the open landscape of my home country and looked down at the gun in my hands. The shiny black metal seemed to get hotter on my lap the more closer we got to our destination. We came to a train track and was pulled to a stop. The red bars went down and we watched a train come past. I saw three large men standing in with guns pointed everywhere.
In the last carrage a man held a gun to a girls face and when she turned her head to the side I gasped. The guys laughed.
"What the hell was that?" The driver chuckled. I started tugging at the locked door and muttering Rose's name.
"Woh Dimitri man. What are you doing?" I turned to them.
"My Rose is on that train." I started tugging at the lock until I heard a click beside my head.
"To bad she won't see you again unless you stop. Now stay away from the door and don't move." I face Irah and glared at him for what seemed like hours. My Rose might be dead by now. I knocked the gun away and faced the front of the car. The red and white barriers lifted and they drove over the train track
"She was very pretty." One of them muttered. I glared at him and turned back to stare out my window into the desert landscape.
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The sleek black car pulled up onto the side of the road and everyone was in a hurry to get out. Irah opened my door and pulled me out.
"Get out here Belikov." He growled as I landed on the hard dirt floor.
"Come on. He should be here." I glanced around to see nothing. Just dirt and sand. Grass poked up in some places meaning that we where no longer in the middle of Russia.
"There's no one here." I groaned and got to my feet "Nothing in miles-" Something hit the back of my head and I grunted.
"Your not looking Dimitri. Over there." He nodded into the distance and just there was what seemed to be a house. It looked more like a white blob in the heat but it was still there. I followed behind them as they started walking towards the house.
To me it seemed abandoned but in good shape. I heard no movement. Not even a single voice from inside.
I was shoved forward by one of the men surrounding me when I paused in my step. The gun pressed into my back like someone was taking a knife and pressing it against my back. I grunted and passed through the small walk to the house.
Irah forced the doors open and swung his gun around before turning on the light. It revealed a room that was covered in dust and nothing more then wood.
"Damn it." The tallest one of the three kicked the wall. "He's gonna kill us this time.
I flinched at his words "Your working for someone?" I asked. The smallest one of the three turned to me. He must have been only two inch's shorter then me but right now he believed he was ten inch's higher then me.
"Shut up. We wouldn't be looking for this guy if there wasn't something in it for us."
"Hey. How was I supposed to know?" I growled back "I was forced off the street and into your god damn car." I watched as he pulled back his hand but Irah shushed us all.
There was movement in the house. It sounded like soft sobs. I followed the sound of the soft sobs into the kitchen where there was three pans on the hooks and a tape recorder in the middle of the wooden table.
"Hello boys." A gruff voice came from the tape recorder. "Sorry about the sobbing. Just wanted to show you the sobs of all those innocent people you killed.
I also have another shocker for you. You all fell into my trap. I hope you like the sound of gun shots cause that's what your going to hear when you boss finds out you fell for my decoy trap." The three boy snarled slide comments about this Abe.
"You must also know by now I'm not very easy to find. I don't live in one place boys. I travel like a migrating wildebeest. I travel in a hurry. Goodbye boys. It was nice talking to you." The recording cut off and I lifted it off the table. I took out the tape and studied it.
"It's reasonably new. Probably here for a few days." I told them as they all started to study their surroundings.
"A few days? We missed him by a few days. Damn it guys I knew we should of come sooner." Irah growled and snatched the tape from my hands. I watched as he flung it against the wall and it smashed and the small black tape rolled down the wall. I stared at the small crack he made in the wall and all attention was turned to me.
"Now we found out this was a decoy we no longer have any need for you Belikov." I stared in to my friends face as he pointed the gun at me and was ready to fire it.
So I know. Cliff hanger. DON'T HATE ME.
I'll update soon but I might just do one POV. Who do you want to know about more?
Rose or Dimitri?
I'm also not even going to ask for reviews this time since some people get very bitchy about it.
Have a nice new year (bit late I know but I forgot to add it in my last chapters)
