Sorry people for not uploading the story for…well awhile. I am retaking my exam so… I may start to take longer to post… And I also have writer's block for this story… They are too smart for my brain to work well with their character…
I must apologise if they are not as smart as they really are… TT
I was also waiting for 1 more review before I start writing… and I really got it and poof! Inspiration came flooding in!
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Sorry for the tenses and grammar and so on and so forth. They are my weak point in English so naturally I'll make those mistakes. I'll do my best to try not to make them but I can't guarantee it.
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"You did WHAT?" Peter glared at the three kids in front of him.
"We had no choice!" Alex argued as the others gave a little nod.
"You always had a choice!" Peter rebuked back.
"It was a good deal." Mozzie cut in.
"A GOOD DEAL?" Peter spat out, "What's so good about making a deal with a fugitive?"
"We get to get Neal back…" Sara whispered.
Peter sighed. He knew something was off about the whole thing, he had never told them any information about Neal. He asked and they started gaping around like little goldfishes. He pestered them; oh did he pester them till they revealed that Keller contacted Alex to strike a deal. His safety for Neal's location… His inner self was thinking it was a good deal but his righteous side could not allow it.
"No no NO!" Peter shook his head, "Tell me where is he?"
"Impossible" Alex replied coolly.
"We remain loyal to our deal." Mozzie gave a small smile.
"Oh really?" Peter raised a brow, and Mozzie shifted back uncomfortably.
Peter shifted his attention to Sara, "You cannot possibly agree to their madness, right?"
Sara shrugged, "I'm here, am I not?"
Peter sighed heavily.
"You never know when I may let slip of his location, after all he is badly injured and resting in my house at Chicago." Alex smiled.
"Never did like that dude." Mozzie muttered.
"Indeed." Peter grinned, "Now you better don't do anything stupid like rushing over to Russia to steal Neal back. I'll handle it, I promise you. Throw all your ideas out of the window."
Mozzie had the gall to pout.
Alex gave a small nod, "Fine… We'll throw our ideas out of the window."
"WHAT?" Mozzie eyes widened in anger and he stalked out of the house angrily.
Sara sighed and picked up her bag to leave, "I'll be off then…"
Alex bit her lip as she took her things; she looked at him one more time before leaving.
It felt a little too simple… and he felt extremely disappointed at their lack of resistance. Does Neal meant so little to them? Shouldn't they fight a little more?
At least Mozzie seemed a little upset by it but he would not be stupid enough to go to Russia himself to save Neal.
Elizabeth walked in the house with Satchmo, a smile on her beautiful face, "Hey hon!" She looked around, "They left?"
He nodded, "Yeah… And…"
"You need to go back to the office?"
"I love you hon." He kissed her and left.
When he entered into the office, Hughes was there waiting.
"Peter… About the request to go to Russia…" Hughes took a deep breath, "The Russia government said no…"
"What? Why?" Peter questioned, anger was evident in his voice.
"We are dealing with the Russian mob, not just some normal criminals. The Russian government are afraid of them… They won't let us in just because of Neal."
"You mean they won't let us in because Neal is a criminal and they cannot be bothered?" Peter asked coolly.
Hughes bit his lip, "Peter, I'm sorry."
"Say sorry to Neal." Peter snapped back and walked off to his office.
His phone was ringing, he picked it up.
"Hey Sara, what is it?"
"Hey Peter… Mozzie and Alex left you a message…"
Peter could feel his bile in his throat, "What's the message?"
"They said they had picked back their discarded ideas just outside the window."
It's not like Neal had never seen death before… He saw his mother died from sickness… he saw Keller shot a man… He saw Kate died in an explosion.
But none of it was his fault… who would have thought his actions would cause someone to die… Why had they not killed him instead?
He remembered her screams as the bullet hit her joints. He remembered her eyes of fear, horror and pain.
That monster, Anastasia, practically forced Sasha to beg him to spare her life. And he tried… he talked and begged… But she just smiled and shot Sasha in the head, telling him that someone had to pay for their mistakes, and that it was his fault. The words sound so eerily familiar. Almost as if someone had told him the exact words, someone like Vincent Adler…
He stared blankly at the ceiling. He hated everything here.
The bed, the chairs, the table, the sofa, the gym area, the studio area, the bathroom even the stupid closet.
Everything here reminded him of the death of Sasha… This was no room, this is a crime scene.
The maids that entered his room now don't even dare to give him a glance.
He closed his eyes, praying that when he wakes up, Peter would be there.
"Neal?" The most irritating voice, next to Keller called out to him.
He ignored her, curling deeper into the quilt.
"Neal… Anwer me please?" She begged, as she moved towards him, trying to pull the quilt away.
He clung onto it, not letting her see his face.
"Neal… don't force me…" She whispered.
He stayed silent.
"Akim… could you please assist me in something… Yes, I'm in Neal's room…
NO! I don't need you to beat him up! ...Yes! Now come here quick!" she sighed when she hung up.
How he wish that that Akim guy would beat the living daylights out of him, maybe then he would not feel so guilty.
"Miss Anastasia?" Akim called out.
"Take that away."
The quilt was suddenly pulled away from him, he tried to cling on but that only caused him to be dragged along with the quilt. He fell back and glared at Anastasia.
"Now that's so much better. Why hide your beautiful self?" She smiled.
"If I scratch my face off, would you let me off?" He snapped.
"Hell no. Because I won't that happen in the first place." She laughed, "But if that really happen… I may go berserk and hunt down your agent friend… Maybe play with him a bit…like killing his wife in front of him, then killing him."
"Did anyone ever mention to you that you are crazy?" Neal asked, his eyes piecing her.
"How dare you call Miss Anastasia crazy?" Akim raised his fist to hit him.
"Don't!" Anastasia screamed.
He stopped.
"Get out." She spoke through gritted teeth.
He gave Neal a glare, while Neal smirked, provoking him even more.
Akim then stomped out of the room, huffing.
"Neal, look I bought you wine." She pointed to a bottle standing at the table.
"Am I supposed to use it to smash your head?"
Anastasia sighed, "No, you drink it."
"Then I'm not interested."
"You do know that currently you looked so beautiful? Gorgeous, in fact." She complimented him with a creepy smile.
He shivered at her words.
"Get out."
"You're an art piece I acquired, I can come in as and when I like. You do not tell me to get out." She snapped back.
Neal smiled, "Then get out of my sight."
She glared at him before closing her eyes to calm herself down.
"So if I pissed you off enough, you might let me go or kill me, am I right?" Neal asked with a grinned on his face.
"Stop provoking me." She whispered dangerously, her eyes were still closed.
"If you want me to stop provoking you, then leave!" Neal commented as he rolled his eyes.
Her eyes flew open as she flew toward him, crushing their lips together, shock made him open his mouth as she slid her tongue in.
He pushed her off, wiping whatever saliva that touched his lips. He felt extremely disgusted and wanted to puke, maybe even brush his teeth and tongue a hundredth times.
She smiled, "Told you not to provoke me."
When she shot Sasha the first time, the fear in his eyes somehow made him ridiculously alluring. She wanted to see more of it, so she shot her the second time. Indeed he was truly beautiful. The fear he showed was so beautiful that it makes people want to see more of it. So she made Sasha begged him to spare her life. He licked his lips once, before looking at her. He was determined to save Sasha.
He tried to sweet talk her out of it… Then he begged her when she had no reaction. The look on his face… It was so vulnerable; he looked almost like a kid. She smiled. Right then she wanted to spare Sasha life for showing her the other side of Neal… But as a Russian Mob boss, one cannot show mercy.
So she shot her in the head… Thinking maybe she could evoke another feeling in Neal… Such as anger or sadness maybe even guilt. So she blamed him, saying it was his fault. The determination in him shattered right before her eyes as he sank down to the ground. He did not speak or scream. He simply sat there…dazed, like a doll.
Then she bought him wine, and saw him curled up in the quilt, totally ignoring her. So she called Akim to take the quilt off since she was not strong enough. Though that Akim was going to be the death of her, he kept asking her when she would kill Neal. As if she would ever.
When the quilt was removed, she was faced with the wrath of God. If looks can really kill then she would be long dead. His blue eyes looked so icy that it felt like the snow in Russia was created by him.
He called her crazy… Normally she would be angry, but she could not, not with him looking so godly. Then that Akim wanted to hit him.
Neal was prepared for the blow. He wanted that blow. But she would never allow it. So she stopped it and then she told Akim to get out.
She then told him about the wine she bought; he simply told her he was not interested, like a God that was…bored.
She simply must tell him that he looked beautiful. So she did.
She saw him shiver at her words, causing her smile to widen even more.
He then tried to chase her out of the room she painstakingly created for him, his eyes were cold. She got a little angry and told him off, only to see him smile triumphantly. It made him look so tempting… so…
She closed her eyes to stop herself from attacking him.
He continued to provoke her; he was obviously smiling, thinking that he may get her to kill him.
So she warned him.
He did not heed her warning.
And she lost her control and forced a kiss on him. His lips parted and she tasted him, and he really did taste as good as he look.
She smiled at him while he looked thoroughly disgusted, another side that she had not seen. She knew she would desire him all the way till he dies. He was too beautiful for his own good. Too interesting… An art that she would never share.
Oh, she did remember him asking that if he was to disfigure himself, would she let him go… the answer… Never, because a disfigured art is still an art…
Okay… I think it kinda suck cause I don't really like it… So I think it suck… Haiz… Sure go ahead and flame the living crap outta me because I flame myself the most. So yea Flame me! I can take it TT… I'm a rather sucky writer…TT