Ah…I know many of you who like Neal or Matt Bomer can relate to Anastasia…
She was born from my fan girl side… I like him too, squealing whenever I see him… Blushing when he do something cute.
And my sadist side decided to twist it a little and Anastasia was born.
And my mom said I'm scary and my sis said I'm creepy, when I told them about this story… TT… I don't think Anastasia is creepy…I quite like her… well she is part of me TT
I apologise if I missed out any Gods out there… I checked out God of Destruction and was only given India…
Neal never felt so useless in his whole life. He knew he had to something to save his friends… He simply cannot fail them when they had done everything to save him.
His anger was clouding his mind from thinking so he vented all his anger at everything he could see. He smashed everything he could see, whatever he could grab.
He screamed out in anguished till his tears flowed out. When all energy was drained out from his body, he sank down to the ground and everything became clear to him…
His plan was forming… a dangerous plan… but still a plan… a plan that required him to evolved his way of lying.
He sat there and stoned till Anastasia returned to the room with some food
She sat in front of him and caressed his face, "So this is your true anger… So destructive…a shame that I was not there when it happened."
Her smile was a smile of a demon.
Without thinking he snorted, why would anybody want to see him snapped?
She compared him to a God of destruction, and if he recalled correctly, a God of destruction existed in India… and it is a female…
She held up food and his favourite wine for him to see, his tummy growled and his lips hurts, maybe he had bit it when he was angry… or controlling his anger
He touched his lips. Anastasia leaned in to see what he was doing.
"Why is your lip bleeding?" She asked.
Neal decided, for the first time in his life… Or maybe the second time, to reply as truthfully as he could.
Anastasia immediately had a weird look on her face as she started analysing him.
He decided to stare blankly, she soon smiled.
And truth to be told, he felt a little guilty for destroying the room… So he apologise sincerely.
She giggled and took a book and threw it, "Well now I caused part of the destruction."
He thought, if she was not his kidnapper and did not murder someone in his face, he might actually like her. So he decided to let his kind side show and he smiled, and chatted with her like she was his little sister.
He noticed that she was confused and was doing her best to spot if there was anything wrong with him.
He smiled gently to hide his real sinister smile behind it.
She then asked him if he wanted to sleep in her room.
He thought… Why not.
The next few days were hell. He had to put his real raw feeling in front of all his mask. He had to put on a smile that he had long forgotten how. He had to reveal all his emotions that he always kept hidden.
And her eyes were always watching him, even when he was asleep.
He kept forcing himself to believe that Anastasia was a nice girl and she was like his sister. Yes he was lying to himself… But to make the lie or the con real… he had to lie to himself first…
She called a doctor after awhile. The doctor asked many questions, nothing he could not handle, and with a grim face the doctor left.
Neal was rather proud of himself, if he could pull this con, he could pull any con.
He sighed as he remembered the times where he was all nice and real, that was when his mother was still alive… If his mother never died…Would he still be the same?
He took out a sketch and started drawing his parents…His mother and… Peter?
Anastasia entered into the room, breaking him from his trance
He smiled and greeted her, showing her his drawing.
She smiled and patted his head, reminding him of his position and plan.
He nodded.
He was talking when he heard two maids talking, he made sure to keep talking as he listened into their conversation…And he got a location where his friends are somewhere in the basement.
He saw her eyes darted from the maids to him; he kept talking about one of his con as if he never heard of that information. She looked dazed and she sighed.
"Anastasia?" He asked as he felt that she was not paying attention to his conversation.
She looked stunned, and he smirked on the inside.
She invited him out to eat…Why not?
The dinner tasted wonderful…It was not the best...But still good. He remembered to keep his trademark charm up… Just because he became all nice and warm doesn't mean he lost all charm. So he smiled and laughed and talked a lot. She was still watching him, nothing that he could not handle, especially when he had gotten the hang of this new way of lying.
She then invited him out to shopping…
This stunned him… a little… He never expected his plan to proceed so fast.
And he picked lot of clothing, making sure he at least gets three white top and bottom… Then he saw a hat that he simply wanted
So he asked for it. And she said yes, which was no surprise…He was good in getting what he wants since young.
These clothes were important to his escape… He cannot lose it, so he hugged it like it was his treasure. He noticed Anastasia slowly letting her guard down… she was getting a little more comfortable with him.
But on the other hand… Her men were tensed and wary of him, especially the man by the name of Akim. He was watching him like a hawk, waiting for him to screw up.
He voiced his concern to Anastasia… in front of him…
She snapped at him, saying she believe in miracles.
He bowed his head to hid his smile, his plan was working like a charm…Now all he need to do is wait for others to fall for it… He could take his time…Provided they don't intend to execute his friends…
She snapped at Akim again, scolding him for making him ashamed of himself.
Neal saw that Akim did not believe that he would be so docile…Well he was correct. But the con cannot be complete till he believe in it too.
Anastasia dragged him to her room, her eyes spoke of new worry, new suspicion.
He sighed and took out the clothes she had bought for him, wondering if it would be enough to blend them enough into the snow…
He could wait…
I'm really reaching the part that I like… And I'm typing away like crazy ... I love plans!