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Chapter Three: Escape!

10 more years of torture and pain had passed for Alexander... Now he was 25, old and strong enough to stand against his father...

In the mansion:

Alexander was in the middle of a chamber. Blood was spilled everywhere. He was kneeling down. Blood was covering his entire body. There, in front of him, stood the man he called 'father' with a murderous glint in his eyes. He gazed the whip in the cruel man's hand. He was fed up with this life. He had to escape and reach the freedom he once had.

"Why are you staring like that, you weakling?" Voltaire growled in Russian.

Alexander looked up. His eyes were darker than usual. He rose to his feet with a swift movement and slammed him to the wall. Voltaire was in pure shock. Alexander was amazed too. He stared at his father for a minute and started to back away towards the door.

As soon as Voltaire came to his senses, he pulled out a gun and pointed it towards Alexander.

"STOP! STOP WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!" he roared like a mad man.

Alexander was just about to get out of the room when he heard the yelling. He froze and turned back on his heels to see his father looking at him like a wild animal. He looked at the gun.

"DO IT! PULL THAT FUCKING TRIGGER AND KILL ME! BUT IT WON'T BRING MAMA BACK!" he shouted. He wasn't afraid of death. He wasn't afraid of Voltaire. At that moment only thing he wanted was freedom.

Voltaire was stunned at the mention of his dear Elvira. He hadn't heard Alexander talking about her since her death. His hand which was holding the gun was trembling.

"COME ON! ARE YOU AFRAID? PULL THAT DAMN TRIGGER!" he screamed again.

Now Voltaire was out of control. He was shaking from head to toe. Both with anger and desperation. The next thing heard was a gun shot. Blood was dripping from Alexander's left arm, washing his already blood stained shirt with more blood. He could feel the sharp pain in his arm. With out knowing what to do he started to run.

He ran and passed a few buildings. The night was freezing cold and the snow on the ground was making it hard to run. He was remaining blood every where he passed. He was tired because of his wounds and blood loss. His vision was darkening and his senses were shutting down one by one. At last darkness overwhelmed him and he became unconscious…


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