Chapter 3: Do I know you?

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Roman's POV

Now darkness really loves me today, do I agree? Well fuck yes they are, nearly 4 or 5 fucking hours of me alive, I'm dead again! Or am I? I don't know. I felt pain throughout my body as I see a bright light.

After I was blinded, I see myself holding an AW50F. As I was watching, I see me crouching down and aiming the rifle to a business building. However, I was unaware to see, that I was blinded again.

Afterwards, I saw me get into a driver seat of a Hawkei PMV. Also inside, I saw a Rabbit and a Fox wearing some sort of police uniform. As I continued, I saw my vision began to wash out and morph into a crime scene in some sort of a high-security prison, with bodies filling the halls with blood splattered everywhere.

Soon, everything goes dark as the lighting distorts to a street filled with street lights and neon lighting filled the buildings well as rain fell down heavily. I saw myself running down the street with my EF88 Austeyr by my side. I soon saw myself came to a confrontation with a bunny with black markings on his ears.

"So! This is how it was! Surrender now, Savage!" I saw myself saying these exact words.

"Not, for long." The bunny said as he pressed some sort of a button which opened some sort of a portal to another dimension. I noticed that I was morphed into my 'vision' self as I see a rabbit with ear markings and wearing some sort of Russian Spetsnaz Battle Uniform. I then saw him holding a Makarov Pistol and aim it at me.

"So long! Blyat!" The Spetsnaz Bunny said as he shot a single bullet onto my right shoulder. I was shocked to see that I was unable to move before the shot, but it was too late. I felt pain as I began to fell back on my feet and hit the ground.

However, as I hit the ground, I felt no pain. Everything was now white. What the Fuck is going on? Do I just dream about something?

As I get myself up, I saw a man in his late 40s approached me. He was wearing a Soviet-style Uniform with his Rank Slides, whore around 6-8 medals on his formal uniform, and wearing a Soviet Style Officer hat on him.

"Well, Romanov. You have survived for so long." The man said. "However, you can return completely. Just all if you want to do, is to inject this." He holds out a syringe that the fluid was dark red.

"Wait! Do I know you?" I questioned.

"Well, I'm your father of your Grandad." He said. "Grandad of your father, and a Great-Grandfather of you. I am Bukavitsky Vitomir Yemelyanovich, and you are my Great Grandson, are you?"

Wait, do I know him? I began to remember that my Grandad tell the tales of his Grandfather during the Second World War. Is he telling the truth?

"You… You are?" I said, stumbling for words. It was him! I quickly hugged lightly, that my Great Grandfather hugged back.

"Your mother was so young when I last saw her. Perhaps, at least you return to me." Bukavitsky said.

"But Grandfather? Are you real?" I questioned. "You looked in your late 40s. What happened?"

"Perhaps, 'he' killed me." Bukavirsky said. "Killed by a bullet. Well, if you want to know what happen, Romanov? Here is a tease." He handed out a bullet with blood stains around it. Looks like he is killed.

"So, what happened?" I said.

"Look closely, Romanov." Bukavirsky said. "What do you see?"

As he looked to his right, I saw some sort of VR Headset sitting on the table. I put it on and pressed the button on the controller. The Text reads: 'January 14th 1946'.

1946? More like a beginning of uneasy peace between the United States and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. I saw a person, hidden in the dark as he raised a Pistol at my Grandfather.

"So, there will be uneasy peace for all." The person said as he pulled the trigger, killing my Grandfather that I just saw through his eyes.

I take the headset off and put it on the table. I say Bukavirsky walk to me, maybe to say about something.

"This is how I died." Bukavirsky said. "Though, I unable to talk more about it. I'm sorry."

"Look, Grandfather." I said. "I know about it. Well, most of it. Someone just killed you for no reason. Is there any other way for us to find out the killer?"

"There is no chance." Bukavirsky said. "But we will soon enough. If you want to come back, chant '1946 Bukavirsky' before going to sleep."

"Ok, I will." I said. "Now it's time for me to go back."

"Good luck on your new life, Romanov." Bukavirsky said and saluted to me as I injected the Needle onto my arm which makes everything dark instantly. If this thing works, I will return to reality.

Well, if you guys know the drill, Favourite and Review the fanfiction or even give me helpful reviews that I will look forward to in the future. Also, the Mammal puns that every one of you said that I put in youtube instead of furtube. Well, I was leaving that on for a 'surprise'. Well, you know.

Anyway, why do I even stay here slightly longer. Fuck me. Yes, and I saw different people go onto facebook, twitter, or any social media sites to expose me for this. Just to be clear, I'm not quitting. I'm still got 'a lot' of work to do. Well, I'll see you latter.