Toris stormed into his room and closed the door. That prick Feliks, thinking he had it off badly? He still had at least one parent! He sat down on his bed and glanced at his desk, his flat cap was resting on it's wooden surface. He gabbed it and put it squarely on his head. The Lithuanian noticed that Eduard and Raivis where not in the room, because usually, he didn't notice them even if they were in the same room.

He had to get out of this old, stuffy orphanage. He opened the top drawer of his desk to reveal a drawer full of cash. Toris guessed he had enough money to get a one-way plane ticket to Vilnius, and some left over to get his life started there. He fetched his suitcase out from under his bunk and packed his money, his picture, and his only decent looking pair of clothes. Just as he closed the suitcase, he heard sirens.

The Lithuanian froze as the sirens got nearer and until they sounded right outside of the orphanage. He dashed toward the window and peeked out, and saw two officers get out of a squad car, the siren still screaming. Toris quickly grabbed his suitcase and ran down the stairs, he expected to be gone by the time the cops had finished talking to Sister Alice, but one of them stopped him and frowned. "Where are you heading?" the tall blonde man asked and fixed his glasses, his stern glare directed at Toris's suitcase.

"Friend's house, sir." Toris lied and tried to slip past the cop, but the other officer joined the first, blocking his entry.

"Hey, Berwald, does this kid look familiar to you?" he asked in a thick Norwegian accent, his question directed at the Swedish cop.

"Yeah," Berwald agreed and rubbed his chin. "he looks like that Toris kid that the Jerry guy described. Do you have the sketch?" he asked and held his hand out while the other cop pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. That bastard! I should've known he would've kissed up to the cops! Toris thought as he quietly waited for Berwald to make the comparison. He opened his mouth to say something, and started to reach for his handcuffs.

Before Berwald said a word, Toris bolted out the door and took off down main street, and tried to blend in with the other civilians. He finally slowed down when he thought he had lost the cops, and let out a long breath of relief. "Where is that brat?" Toris heard the voice of Berwald snarl a few feet in front of him. He was looking around wildly, his partner pulling people aside to look at the sketch of Toris.

"Dammit." Toris muttered under his breath and took a turn into an alley. He found that it lead to another street, so he briskly walked to the other side to get out of range of the furious cops. Toris glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was following him, then took off running. The cops cut off his route to airport, so now he was going to have to backtrack, or wait until they gave up. Toris slowed to a walk and scowled, stupid cops ruin everything.

"Well, long time no see, Toris." A Russian drawl sounded from beside him. Toris's head snapped to his right, where a certain Russian was taking a drag from his cigarette. Ivan's lip curled to a small smile at the look of anger mixed with surprise on Toris's face. "What are you doing out here? Ran away from home?" Ivan asked with fake sympathy as he took another drag from his cigarette.

"Just shut up. And stop stalking me, you fucking creep." Toris snarled and started speed walking away from the Russian, but Ivan was on the Lithuanian's heels.

"Come on Toris. We need you." Ivan pleaded and grabbed Toris's shoulder to stop him from walking away. Toris stopped, just when Ivan thought he was going to submit, Toris whirled around and punched Ivan in the face. He gasped with surprise and pain, and took a few steps back while clutching his nose. "You motherfucker!" Ivan screamed with rage and pain.

Toris put up his fists and scowled. "Come on, let's see if you've gotten any better after ten years." he taunted. Ivan wiped some blood that was running from his nose, and laughed out loud.

"Silly Toris. I could kill you with one hand." Ivan chuckled and held one hand up for emphasis. Toris decided to not say anything, and waited for Ivan to throw the first punch. But Ivan was smart, he knew Toris had a small fuse. "Come on Laurinatis. Your dead mother could've beaten me up already. What's taking so long?" he asked and gave a fake yawn.

Toris's fists clenched harder but still didn't throw a punch. Ivan smiled and held out his hands, and took a step closer. "Come on. I know you want to hit me. Go on, do it." he said. Toris let out a shout and charged at the Russian. Just as Toris's fist was about to hit Ivan's jaw, Ivan grabbed his arm and flipped him onto the ground. Toris let out a groan and coughed. Ivan placed his foot on his chest and smiled. "Now, who were you running from? The police, da?"

Toris didn't answer, only coughed.

"Time to take you to the station!" Ivan sang, picked up Toris and started walking.

"You...bastard." Toris croaked, then blacked out.

Toris woke up on a bed, in a prison cell. His groggy eyes snapped open, and he tried to sit up. "Fucking stupid bastard Ivan." Toris cursed when he failed to sit up.

"Calm down, Hot Head." a familiar voice scoffed. Toris blinked and lifted his head up, to see Feliks leaning against the cell bars. "Finally you wake up. I thought you were dead. Wouldn't have cared either way, though." he added.

"What are you doing here?" Toris asked, to shocked to be angry with Feliks for their fight.

"Uh, someone left this note at my door." he said and held up a small piece of paper. "It says 'Your friend's in jail.' I was only assuming the person meant you. Good thing I'm smart." Then Feliks let out a low whistle. "You look like Hell, who kicked your sorry ass?"

Toris sneered at the Pole then laid his head back down. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?" he growled, starting to get annoyed.

"Cool your jets, man. I bailed you out, the guard is just getting the keys." Feliks said and shoved his hands in his hoodie's pockets.

"I don't need help from a snot nosed brat." Toris protested and tried to sit up, this time painfully succeeding. Feliks crossed his arms and let out a loud laugh.

"Yes you do, you proud bastard. Hey, just let it go. We fought, that's what guys do right? No need to hold stupid grudges. Oh! Here comes the guard." Feliks said quickly and stepped aside when Berwald came into view. He just scowled at Toris as he unlocked the door and then glanced at Feliks.

"Make sure this kid stays out of trouble." he told him, then stalked off.

Author's Note:

Sorry this chapter sucks, guys. And it's kinda short, but whatever! I'll try and update soon!

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