The hotel room was pitch black, and Kathryn lay sprawled across the king
sized bed turning uneasily. Her things were scattered across the room. Her
suitcase rested at the foot of the bed, her clothes hanging in the closet,
her personal toiletries flung across the bathroom, and a deep red cloth
covered book lay at her bedside table left open.
Dear Diary,
I just can't stop thinking about last night. This is the fifth time I have woken up tonight. We seems to just click. I can't really express what I'm feeling. It's a mix of giddy and flustered all at once. It is way too easy to get lost in those enigmatic eyes. I almost completely lost myself. A few more minutes and I bet I would have done almost anything. Oh well, it's all in the past now. I just wish I could get to sleep. I don't know if my lack of sleep is due to being nervous about the Olys.... or...other things. Oh well I'd better try to sleep again.
~Kathryn~
A shrill beeping rang out from the digital alarm clock resting next to the book on her dresser. Drowsily and ever so slowly Kathryn brought herself up to a sitting position.
"I can't believe this! Now I have to go and attempt to skate. Darn him!!! Why can't I stop thinking about him?"
She rubbed her hands through her hair and got out of bed. She got a pair of black work out pants and a red spaghetti strap shirt from the closest, and put them on. She then pulled her wild auburn hair back into a messy ponytail.
"Ick!" she exclaimed in a mild tone as she walked passed the full-length bathroom mirror. "Oh well it's not like I'm seeing anyone of importance, just my coach." She grabbed her speed skates, flung them over her shoulder, and grabbed her work out bag. She then made her way out the door letting it slam loudly behind her.
Kathryn arrived at the Olympic skating hall. She pushed open the door and entered the lobby. She quickly checked in, and got an authorization badge. She set off at a sprint for the ice. She only had one hour of stadium ice time, so every second was precious. She entered through the sliding glass doors into the rink. She stood in the entryway and marveled at the size of the ice. It was twice as large as her rink back home. She simply stood there and gawked at it until a voice finally brought her back to consciousness.
"Kathryn!" yelled Valeri her coach, "Common we need to start practice now!"
"Alright. Coming," she said as she stumbled over herself, still in a state of shock as she trotted over to a bench. She sat down, quickly removed her shoes, and began lacing up her skates.
"Okay then. Four warm up laps please," said Valeri in a cheery voice.
"You seem unusually happy for it being this early in the morning," replied Kathryn in a joking manner. She began to make her way to the ice.
"I just never thought I'd ever make it here. To the Olympics I mean. It's always been a dream of mine," she said looking happily off into oblivion with a smile of contentment upon her face. Kathryn smiled at the sight. She was happy she could help her coaches dream to come true. She stepped out onto the ice and began to skate The ice was incredibly smooth. She must have been the first once on the ice that morning. She seemed to float lightly across the ice, and quickly finished her four laps; fueled by the excitement and anticipation of that Friday's first competition.
"Let's get down to the serious training then," said Valerie With a mischievous smile.
"I thought we'd never get going," stated Kathryn as she started to sprint across the ice.
......
"Please, Please. What about my family? I'll do better next time. I swear I'll get it done," Evgeni pleaded upon his knees. He was sobbing violently as hot tears rushed down his face.
"You've messed up this time Plushenko. There's no going back," coldly said a man in a black suit. Those words cut through the frosted night air like a knife, and continually echoed throughout Evgeni's head.....No going back...... The man pulled out a gun and slowly raised it level with Evgeni's head. He found himself looking down the barrel of a colt revolver.
"No!" screamed Evgeni in a last desperate attempt for mercy, but it was too late. A loud shot rang out and shattered the silence. The slender blonde fell to the cold unforgiving pavement, and everything slowly turned dark.
Evgeni sat up like a bolt in his bed. He was drenched in cold sweat, and his heart pounding so hard he could not hear anything else. He walked over to his window and peered out the drapes. An old pick up truck was chugging noisily in the parking lot. It backfired, and Evgeni let out a sigh. "So that is what it was," he thought to himself extremely relieved. He looked down at his alarm clock. It read 5:12 AM. He walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face; then slowly rubbed the towel across his face. He walked back to his bed and removed a pair of pants and a shirt from his suitcase. He pulled them on hastily and walked out of his hotel room. He coolly ran his fingers through his hair as he exited the hotel and began to walk down the street. A million thought raced wildly throughout his mind. :What did I almost do? I can't get emotionally attached to that girl. She is my project, simply that and nothing more. She is very different then what I had expected. We have a lot it common." He smiled to himself at the thought. "She is pretty and.." A gloved hand grabbing over his mouth, and dragging him backwards into a narrow alleyway interrupted his train of thought. After his body was completely in the alley he was released.
"Evgeni Plushenko," said a tall dark man in a black leather trench coat that draped loosely to the ground, "You have wronged us." Evgeni looked bewildered and taken aback. He opened his mouth to explain himself...
"Don't speak! You just listen. You didn't get the girl?!?!?" the man said as he scoffed at him. "You can't even handle a girl. You were alone with her for quite some time, and yet you didn't do what you had to." he scoffed yet again as he slowly paced around the alleyway in front of Evgeni. He stopped very abruptly and turned slowly to face Evgeni with a most ominous and penetrating glare. "That's one Plushenko. One strike for you. I suggest you do what you came her to do, or our next encounter will not be so pleasant." He gave Evgeni once cold, final, unforgiving glare and turned to leave the long black trench coat billowing after him in his wake.
Evgeni just stood there unable to move or speak. Just stare blankly off into oblivion as his insides shook with fear. It felt as if his spine had been totally removed, as he could hardly find the strength to stand upon his jello-like legs. He let out a huge sigh, trying to regulate his gasping breaths. He leaned against the brick wall as a crutch as wild thoughts flashed through his mind. He slid slowly, as if pained, down the wall.
"Oh gosh," he thought exasperatedly to himself, "How could I have let my emotions in the way?!?!? I wasn't trained like this. I'll just go rectify this mistake." He stood up rather shakily and proceeded out of the alleyway. He retraced his steps back to the hotel and went straight to the parking lot. He fished for the keys to his car and finally found them. He hopped into his convertible and fumbled with the keys. He finally got them into the ignition, and started the car. The silver convertible peeled out of the parking lot and sped down the road rather recklessly.
Dear Diary,
I just can't stop thinking about last night. This is the fifth time I have woken up tonight. We seems to just click. I can't really express what I'm feeling. It's a mix of giddy and flustered all at once. It is way too easy to get lost in those enigmatic eyes. I almost completely lost myself. A few more minutes and I bet I would have done almost anything. Oh well, it's all in the past now. I just wish I could get to sleep. I don't know if my lack of sleep is due to being nervous about the Olys.... or...other things. Oh well I'd better try to sleep again.
~Kathryn~
A shrill beeping rang out from the digital alarm clock resting next to the book on her dresser. Drowsily and ever so slowly Kathryn brought herself up to a sitting position.
"I can't believe this! Now I have to go and attempt to skate. Darn him!!! Why can't I stop thinking about him?"
She rubbed her hands through her hair and got out of bed. She got a pair of black work out pants and a red spaghetti strap shirt from the closest, and put them on. She then pulled her wild auburn hair back into a messy ponytail.
"Ick!" she exclaimed in a mild tone as she walked passed the full-length bathroom mirror. "Oh well it's not like I'm seeing anyone of importance, just my coach." She grabbed her speed skates, flung them over her shoulder, and grabbed her work out bag. She then made her way out the door letting it slam loudly behind her.
Kathryn arrived at the Olympic skating hall. She pushed open the door and entered the lobby. She quickly checked in, and got an authorization badge. She set off at a sprint for the ice. She only had one hour of stadium ice time, so every second was precious. She entered through the sliding glass doors into the rink. She stood in the entryway and marveled at the size of the ice. It was twice as large as her rink back home. She simply stood there and gawked at it until a voice finally brought her back to consciousness.
"Kathryn!" yelled Valeri her coach, "Common we need to start practice now!"
"Alright. Coming," she said as she stumbled over herself, still in a state of shock as she trotted over to a bench. She sat down, quickly removed her shoes, and began lacing up her skates.
"Okay then. Four warm up laps please," said Valeri in a cheery voice.
"You seem unusually happy for it being this early in the morning," replied Kathryn in a joking manner. She began to make her way to the ice.
"I just never thought I'd ever make it here. To the Olympics I mean. It's always been a dream of mine," she said looking happily off into oblivion with a smile of contentment upon her face. Kathryn smiled at the sight. She was happy she could help her coaches dream to come true. She stepped out onto the ice and began to skate The ice was incredibly smooth. She must have been the first once on the ice that morning. She seemed to float lightly across the ice, and quickly finished her four laps; fueled by the excitement and anticipation of that Friday's first competition.
"Let's get down to the serious training then," said Valerie With a mischievous smile.
"I thought we'd never get going," stated Kathryn as she started to sprint across the ice.
......
"Please, Please. What about my family? I'll do better next time. I swear I'll get it done," Evgeni pleaded upon his knees. He was sobbing violently as hot tears rushed down his face.
"You've messed up this time Plushenko. There's no going back," coldly said a man in a black suit. Those words cut through the frosted night air like a knife, and continually echoed throughout Evgeni's head.....No going back...... The man pulled out a gun and slowly raised it level with Evgeni's head. He found himself looking down the barrel of a colt revolver.
"No!" screamed Evgeni in a last desperate attempt for mercy, but it was too late. A loud shot rang out and shattered the silence. The slender blonde fell to the cold unforgiving pavement, and everything slowly turned dark.
Evgeni sat up like a bolt in his bed. He was drenched in cold sweat, and his heart pounding so hard he could not hear anything else. He walked over to his window and peered out the drapes. An old pick up truck was chugging noisily in the parking lot. It backfired, and Evgeni let out a sigh. "So that is what it was," he thought to himself extremely relieved. He looked down at his alarm clock. It read 5:12 AM. He walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face; then slowly rubbed the towel across his face. He walked back to his bed and removed a pair of pants and a shirt from his suitcase. He pulled them on hastily and walked out of his hotel room. He coolly ran his fingers through his hair as he exited the hotel and began to walk down the street. A million thought raced wildly throughout his mind. :What did I almost do? I can't get emotionally attached to that girl. She is my project, simply that and nothing more. She is very different then what I had expected. We have a lot it common." He smiled to himself at the thought. "She is pretty and.." A gloved hand grabbing over his mouth, and dragging him backwards into a narrow alleyway interrupted his train of thought. After his body was completely in the alley he was released.
"Evgeni Plushenko," said a tall dark man in a black leather trench coat that draped loosely to the ground, "You have wronged us." Evgeni looked bewildered and taken aback. He opened his mouth to explain himself...
"Don't speak! You just listen. You didn't get the girl?!?!?" the man said as he scoffed at him. "You can't even handle a girl. You were alone with her for quite some time, and yet you didn't do what you had to." he scoffed yet again as he slowly paced around the alleyway in front of Evgeni. He stopped very abruptly and turned slowly to face Evgeni with a most ominous and penetrating glare. "That's one Plushenko. One strike for you. I suggest you do what you came her to do, or our next encounter will not be so pleasant." He gave Evgeni once cold, final, unforgiving glare and turned to leave the long black trench coat billowing after him in his wake.
Evgeni just stood there unable to move or speak. Just stare blankly off into oblivion as his insides shook with fear. It felt as if his spine had been totally removed, as he could hardly find the strength to stand upon his jello-like legs. He let out a huge sigh, trying to regulate his gasping breaths. He leaned against the brick wall as a crutch as wild thoughts flashed through his mind. He slid slowly, as if pained, down the wall.
"Oh gosh," he thought exasperatedly to himself, "How could I have let my emotions in the way?!?!? I wasn't trained like this. I'll just go rectify this mistake." He stood up rather shakily and proceeded out of the alleyway. He retraced his steps back to the hotel and went straight to the parking lot. He fished for the keys to his car and finally found them. He hopped into his convertible and fumbled with the keys. He finally got them into the ignition, and started the car. The silver convertible peeled out of the parking lot and sped down the road rather recklessly.