HEY IM BACK! did you miss me?
HONOR LIST!
1)Voodka. Thank you for the encouragement!
2)Perfect1up. Yeah... im not that fond of Maria either... I just needed a bad guy.
3)Shiko-Chan123. You got on the list... Happy day? I hope so.
4)soggypotatoes. Thank you for making me laugh again. My backpack is a gateway to Narnia, I swear.
You all get the cookies … and... stuff... from the last chapter, plus tickets to Narnia with Arthur as your tour guide.
Enjoy!
The long awaited Flashback to Ivan's past.
(I hated writing this chapter so please bear with me if it's not as good as the rest.)
A little boy sat in a corner with his older sister. She was about 8 and he was about 3. They were pressed together, trying to become invisible. They were waiting for the midwife to come out of the next room and tell them if their beloved mom was alright.
"K-Katy?" He whispered, as to not alert the man pacing in front of the door to the next room. He wasn't a very large man, but he seemed to fill the room with a dangerous aura. And to the children, he seemed to be a mountain in their way to their mother.
"Yes Vanya?" She asked quietly.
"Will mommy and the baby be okay?"
"Yes Vanya. Mommy wont let anything happen to them. Mommy's strong." She said.
"I'll protect mommy and you and the baby. I promise." He said, hugging his elder sister.
OOO
Ivan came home from school to yelling and Natalia shrieking. He ran to the kitchen and Natalia ran to him, while their mother stood between them and their father. They continued yelling and Ivan hugged Natalia. Then their mom looked at them and gave them a look that said 'run and don't come back until Katy's out of school.'
And that's what they did.
OOO
The siblings watched as their mother's casket was getting lowered into the ground. The girls were sobbing their hearts out, while Ivan couldn't even let one fall. The day their father killed her was his birthday. He was seven.
They were living with their aunt, Anechka, and her beau, Anatolii. They were worse than their father on his worst days, and Ivan always felt like he was one big bruise. He never let the adults lay so much as a finger on his sisters while he was conscious. Which was only about half the time.
He was going to at least protect his sisters; since he couldn't protect their mom.
OOO
It was Ivan's 10th birthday. He was ill, so a doctor came to look at him. He wasn't going to die, but the doctor told him that he shouldn't have hit his head so often. Ivan's once beautiful blue eyes were now a lavender-ish purple.
OOO
Ivan's 12th birthday. As soon as he got home from school, the adults brought their fists down upon him, like always. He had come home late, and his sisters were already hiding.
He was tired of this. Tired of get beaten for every little thing. Tired of letting them. Tired of being to weak to stop them.
He grabbed the nearest thing he could swing, which was an old rusty tap, and swung it at the closest living thing. It connected with Anechka's stomach, knocking her over and causing her to lose her breath. Then he swung it at the man and hit him in the face. He heard a slight crunch as the pipe broke the guy's nose. As his aunt stood up, he brought the pipe down on her shoulder, and he felt the bones break through the pipe. He the brought the pipe back to the side of Anatolii's head. Both of the adults were unconscious, and the girls were drawn out of their hiding place due to the noise... or lack there of.
Once it processed, Katyusha got them some warm clothes, food, and a lot of money that she had been hiding since she was six, and packed it up. Then she dragged her siblings to the nearest train station and put the three of them on a train heading west.
After a while, Katy looked over at Ivan, who had given his seat up for an old woman, who just sat there knitting ans saying how he was such a good boy.
"Vanya? Are you alright on the floor?" She asked.
He nodded, his mind on other things. "Katy? Where are we going?"
"As far west as we can get. We'll start a new life, and we'll never go back." She said, as her hands absentmindedly smoothed the hair of their nine year old little sister while the little one used her as a pillow.
"What if they follow us? Can I bash their faces in again?" He asked the last part with a cruel smile gracing his features, his voice, eyes and heart cold.
"Vanya!" Katy exclaimed softly, eyes wide at the cruelty he just suggested. "No. They won't find us. I won't let them. Besides. We got a head start to a destination they wont know about." She said. "Now get some sleep. God knows we'll need it."
OOO
A year and several jobs later they got to England and rented a small one room apartment. They were running low on money, and they had nowhere else to go.
Nightmares plagued the Braginski children; depriving them of sleep and keeping them on edge, so that the couldn't relax.
They were safe, but they couldn't move on.
After a while, Ivan had a horrible reputation among his peers, Natalia had somehow convinced herself that she was in love with her brother, and Katy was working all day, and trying to get away from her stalkers at night.
One night, after they had been sleeping for a while, Ivan woke up with a start. His actions caused Katy to wake up too.
"Vanya? What's wrong?" She asked sleepily.
"Russia." He said softly. The mention of the place woke her up.
"My scars hurt when I think about it." He finished, shaking slightly.
His hand moved up his arm and rubbed the silvery scars on his neck. Just about every part of his body had at least one scar. But there were many more scars that weren't physical. Mentally and emotionally, Ivan thought he would never mend. Katy knew this and knew that she wasn't able to help.
"Vanya... Our lives are very dark. Our scars keep us shrouded in that darkness... And there is only one thing that will heal and save us." She said, hugging her brother gently.
"What is it?" He asked, confused.
"Ourсолнечный свет. Our sunshine."
"What?" He asked, but it was too late, she was already almost asleep.
"You'll know when you find it, Vanya. Trust me... you'll know" She drifted off, leaving a very confused, very awake Ivan to ponder her words. He didn't like it when Katyusha went all cryptic like that.
O-O-O
Alfred F. Jones entered the classroom. He looked slightly broken. His first introduction, he almost cried. Ivan had wanted to comfort him.
Alfred got pulled over to his lunch table that first day. Ivan wanted him to stay, more than anything in the world.
He watched Alfred laugh with Tony and Yong Soo. He wished he was the one making him laugh.
Alfred hugged Matthew. He wished he was the one in his arms instead.
The first time Alfred was absent from school. He felt alone and lost and cold. He missed him and wanted him to come back.
_-OOO
I Wake up with a start and look at the clock. It was Too-Fucking-Early O' clock in the morning. Katy is waking up from my sudden movements as I shudder softly at the earlier memories, then grin hugely at the ending ones.
" Huh? Vanya? What is it?" She asks groggily.
"Katy! I think I've found it! I've found him!" I say softly, albeit excitedly.
"Found who? What?" She asks.
"My sunshine!"
So yeah... the only part about that chapter that I liked was the end.
I hate writing abuse scenes, so I skipped a lot of details.
I hope I haven't let you down, or ruined your day with my horrible chapter.
Review, and I'll make Latvia give you a huge hug!
Enjoy!
BakaRamenBowl