I have to say this will probably be a fairly graphic and to say the least, one of the more… psychological chapters of this, so if you are weak willed or cant stand trama induced scenes please turn away now.
The Great War Part 12 Revolution part 4 Final
Ivan stood outside the house that held the Romanovs… he looked at the plain brown door its mundane lines and wood work must not have seen much considering how well kept it is. Ivan couldn't say the same about himself, he had seen what some would is to much, a torn psyche, a bloody past, and a living hell that is frozen, nothing could prepare anyone for the monster that would arise from this event that would follow these few minuets.
Ivan walked into the house, the Romanovs were sitting huddled around, they finally got what they wanted to be a semi-normal family, but the way they were huddled showed how much they loved one another, it was heartbreaking for even some of the fellow troops that would witness this event, even thought they hated them, they could only feel pity for the Romanovs, yet Ivan's eyes were emotionless, like a machine or an animal. He pulled out a gun and pointed at them the guards did the same and they led them down to the basement.
Ivan continued to aim at them he walked up to them and pointed at them to have them tied up. Then he kneeled down by Nickolas the second and whispered in his ear, "You reward for the hell you and the others of your family, for your hell that you've brought me, and to the people, is a quick death." He spat on Nickolas who didn't even flinch but only lowered his head. Ivan put the gun to Nickolas' head but before he shot Nickolas spoke, "I never wanted this… I never wanted you to be in hell Ivan, I never wanted to lead this country… If I can offer anything it is this… I'm sorry, for everything I've caused." Ivan twitched a bit, a single tear ran down the side of his face, and he said one thing before he fired, "I know." At that moment Nickolas fell to the ground a bullet in his head blood flowing from the wound.
He walked up to Nickolas' wife and put the gun to her head, and following suit she didn't flinch she didn't flee, she accepted her fate and died more blood flooding the basement. With each shot fired another tear fell from Ivan's face. Finally he was at the former heir, he placed the gun to the head of the young child then dropped it. Ivan saw in the young boy's face, his own, having lost everything, the only thing left to keep him going now was the cold, yet the boy didn't have his sisters, no he had nothing anymore, Ivan couldn't kill the child in cold blood. Ivan picked up the gun and tossed it to one of the guards and walked out not a word said. When he was at the door he heard a bang and a final tear ran down his face, the Romanovs were dead, the family that had brought him to the modern age, the family that had raised him from the ground up was dead, and it was his doing, save for the last one.
Russia didn't leave the house however, but sat in a chair in the upstairs looking off into the distance, his eyes not conveying the grief he felt, nor the frustration in himself. Instead the conveyed satisfaction, Ivan however was putting on a ruse for the soilders that carried the bodies out of the house. Ivan caught a glimpse of the boy he had spared, that the soliders had not, the bullet went clean threw, he died instantly. When all were gone Ivan still sat there finally after and hour he stood up and he walked back to the basement and took off his gloves and placed his hands in the now dry blood the lifted them up and cried. Everything came out and this was the last time Russia cried for death, and this was the last time Russia showed compassion for humans, now they were but pawns nothing more, he would take every last one of them and use them like they had used him, and then all would be one with him and all would be his pawns, no one would make him commit this atrocity ever again, at least not on this personal a level.
When Ivan left the building, a part of him was dead, that part would never live again, he would live the rest of his life with an empty place in his heart, and in his being all together, Ivan had lost himself in the monster he had become and was undone. He was no more, and all that remained was the Soviet Union.