"What are you doing here, Toris? I thought you were at the house, taking care of Raivis." Ivan's eyes held a suspicious look to them, sitting up and sliding out from under the Lithuanian, standing to brush away the thick coat of snow that lined the outside of his overcoat. The brunette stood as well, brushing off his knees, trying to collect his thoughts before he spoke to the Russian. "You shouldn't be out this late at night; it is past your curfew."
"Where is Eduard?" Toris said, his voice stern, his eyes locked on the larger figure in front of him. The Russian only grinned, the sides of his face pulling up slightly, his eyes looking more relaxed now.
"Why is that information important? He should return shortly, so there's not a need to—"
"Where is Eduard?" The brunette spoke up, louder than last time, almost angry. His brows were furrowed, his eyes almost piercing. Ivan paused, his smile fading rather quickly.
"Toris, you cut me off. You don't do that when Ivan is talking," said the blonde, now speaking in third-person. "You only speak once Ivan is done, yes?" He took a step forward, staring intently downward at the other.
"I know just what I did and I want to know where Eduard is! You're blowing this off like it's nothing of great importance when you know how much of a big deal this is!" Toris shouted, his fists clenching. Ivan let out a small giggle which then turned into a full laugh, nearly doubling over in hysterics. Once he finally caught his breath, he stood straight once again, his eyes seeming to lock on the smaller man in front of him.
"Yes, yes. Ivan does, Ivan does. Though, it is only a big deal to you, Toris. Little does Toris know, Eduard cares less about you than he does Raivis. Does Toris know this?" The Russian slowly began to walk towards the other, gripping the metal pipe in his hand loosely. Toris stepped back only once, but then stood his ground, his body telling him to run, but his mind telling him to stand up for himself and to not back down. Although this was quite frightening, he knew he had to either tough this out to find his friend, or do nothing at all and risk never finding him again. He froze, however, when he felt the cold metal of the pipe suddenly make contact with the exposed skin underneath his chin, his head tilting up. Ivan held his head there for a moment before shoving the pipe directly into his neck, pushing him backwards and away. The Lithuanian stumbled backwards but held his position. "Toris is very brave today, yes?"
"Tell me! I don't have time for games!" Toris flung his arm, swinging the machete into the pipe, knocking it out of the Russian's hand and into the snow bank beside them. "I'm not afraid of you right now because my friend is in danger because of you!"
There was a long pause, Ivan's eyes focused on the spot where his pipe went through the snow and where it slid across the ground. For a moment, he seemed rather distant; his gaze starting to drift into the air as he slowly lifted his head. Toris started to feel his stomach drop, his eyes widening. Ivan only ever got like this when something bad was about to happen… His best bet was to run, though he didn't want to run from his fears, he wanted to stand up to them, to fight for his friend. Ivan's eyes slowly turned to focus on Toris, his head soon following. The Russian's eyes were widened in what seemed to be a fit of rage, a smile beginning to grow on his face. The brunette stepped back, shaking. Ivan had only taken two long strides and had already reached him. The Lithuanian froze in fear, though he suddenly found the strength to free himself, turning to run away. He only took three running steps before he felt the hair on the back of his head nearly get yanked out, all the energy draining out of his legs, causing him to collapse. Letting out a loud yelp, he felt his courage crumbling; a large shadow was now looming over him, holding him up in the air by his hair. He then felt Ivan come close to his ear, then pause. "I'll give you a three minute head start, yes? Run."
Ivan threw Toris forward, watching the figure roll across the ground. The brunette quickly stood up and scrambled to run away, disappearing over another snow embankment. The Russian grinned manically; the fun was about to begin.
Ivan took long, quick strides over the pale snow, his facial expression becoming that of a crazed murderer; his mouth was curved into a lop-sided grin, eyes widened and focused on the air in front of him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. The pipe in his hand swung back and forth with his long strides, connecting with low branches in his way to move them aside. Though, at one point, however, he swung as something small and dark crossed his path, being able to hear a sharp animal-like squeal. This only made him grin further, pause, then go back to look for it. Upon further inspection, he realized it was a small rabbit. Kneeling down, he picked up the limp frame with one hand and looked it over under the now-clear moonlight. It was brown, patches of white spotting the paws and chest. Ivan grinned and cradled it in his arms, petting the rabbit's head softly, looking down with his same expression, though now it was somewhat softer.
A few moments went on as he sat and pet the small animal, then he remembered his reason for tracking through the forest in the first place. Pausing, he stared down at the rabbit and watched it breathe hesitantly. The animal was surely near death with the swing of the pipe it had endured earlier. With a closer look, the Russian noticed a spot of blood on his glove. There was a small pool forming in his other hand from the side of the animal's head. His eyes grew wide, a small shock forming, his grip on the animal's head loosening. He had only now realized what he had done and was now panicking… So this is why he wasn't allowed to keep small animals. He was never aware of how strong his grasp was… Then, he realized he had been thinking about the Lithuanian while petting the rabbit. Maybe he—
A loud crack sounded behind him, causing him to stand up, his eyes wandering across the pitch-black night. He swore he saw a figure behind a tree in the distance… However, it wasn't the one he had wanted to see. Softly, he laid the now limp rabbit on the ground, dug a hole, and placed it in the cold, icy tomb. Ivan then stood and raked the snow in with his foot, picked up the pipe, and began sprinting in the other direction. Before he knew it, he found himself within a clearing, light from a window cast out onto the ground, highlighting the snow a dirty yellow color… He grinned, a look of realization appearing on his face. He was home—and so was Raivis.