Chapter 3
Tachanka wakes up sweating. He squints his eyes to read the numbers on the alarm clock. 3:34. "Great" he mumbles. He sits up looking around his room. It's quiet. Very quiet. Normally he would be fine with this. But ever since he was messing around with IQ and Ash, he liked the noise around this time. He missed that. It's been about a month now and he just seems to get more and more depressed about it. "Fuck it, I'm already up. Might as well do something," he says to himself. He gets up and slips into a light hoodie and camo pants. He walks out into his kitchen and grabs a bottle and fills it with some vodka. Rubbing his eyes wearily, he opens his door and walks out to the street. He puts on his earbuds and plays a custom playlist of sad songs, love songs, hard bass, and for some reason he had some country music in there too. Bringing the bottle to his lips, he continues to walk down this lonely road.
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Tachanka is reloading his LMG. Bullets fly past his deployable shield. "Pesky Americans" he said. He hears a metallic thud behind him followed by an explosion. He gets up and fires in the direction of the enemy fire. He begins to run but is stopped by another explosion a couple feet away from him. It had blown up a low bearing wall right next to him. The building started to crumple. "Oh for fucks sa-'' he says right before the beam above him comes down and hits him.
Darkness…
He opens his eyes to make eye contact with a doctor standing over him. "Wait" he thinks to himself. Those eyes...
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He slowly opens his eyes. He had fallen asleep while on his walk and was on a bench. He rolls over but falls off of the bench to find the ground just as comfortable. It was starting to rain lightly. He started to tear up a little. "Stupid!" he thinks to himself. He gets up and wipes the tear away. No need to cry. That was in the past. He pulled himself together and started to walk home. He looks down at his watch to see the time. 6:07. As he got back to his house he could see his living room light on. "What the fuck?" he says quietly. He slowly pulls out his PMM handgun and walks up to his door. As lightly as possible, he opens the door and makes his way through the kitchen. He points the gun at the person in his living room and he walked around the corner. His gaze comes upon a sleeping Twitch.
Author's note: Hey it's the co-author here. Hope you guys didn't mind the slight change that came with this chapter. Chapter 4 will be back at it again though :) Feel free to give feedback and what else you would like to see with this story.