Author's Notes: It isn't completely finished... Milliah Korsokov, Dmitri Hitachi, Yae Hitachi, Tom Hitachi and Colette Monique are the characters that I own. All others are property of Tow Ubakata
Chapter Nine: The Hunt
Two days later…
Durand and Milliah had found where Voronsoff had been hiding. Now they were all going out to find him.
They were so close.
Milliah smiled.
"I've got you now, bastard."
Earlier that day…
"Robin, congratulations. You have slept for 24 hours. Nicely done." Durand had just tried to wake up Robin. He'd stayed up all night the day before, so he missed the plan of getting up early to hunt down Voronsoff. It didn't matter to him. He was completely rested, and ready for an adventure. And he'd been freed of his burden: the death of his beloved Colette.
"Durand, I'm really sorry about the other night…"
"Why are you sorry, kid? You drank wine for the first time! You should feel like a man now!" He smiled and punched Robin in the shoulder lightly.
Milliah appeared in the doorway. "Durand? Come on. Get him up so we can go."
"Come on, now. Wouldn't want her to bite my head off, now would we?"
At Sunset…
Milliah was hot on Voronsoff's trail, and she wasn't going to let him get away easily. She had been tracking him for years. He was the one who was supposed to die. He was the one who ruined her life from her early years. He didn't even care about all of the people he'd killed. How many people had to die before someone finally killed the bastard?
Not only was she going to kill him for the women in Paris he'd murdered, but he was going to kill him for her mother.
She remembered it like she remembered all the other scars he'd made on her.
It was an image seared into her mind from the very moment her mother died.
"Voronsoff! You mustn't go!"
A teenage girl was watching her stepfather and mother through the crack of her bedroom door. They were fighting again, it was a normal thing. There wasn't a moment since the marriage began where they weren't fighting, although it had gotten worse over the years. Much, much worse. It was something that a teenager should never see: her stepfather slapping her mother across the face.
Abuse.
Abuse.
Not that she didn't want to do anything for her mother, but she couldn't.
"VORONSOFF!" The mother screams his name, over and over again.
It made her sick.
But then, something young Milliah had never expected would happen.
The stepfather pulls out a knife, and the mother screams and screams, but Russia was in a state of turmoil, and no police would come.
Nobody cared.
"NOBODY'S LISTENING, ANYA!"
He gets closer and closer, but the mother is so paralyzed with fear that she cannot move.
"No…No…"
Then the teenage girl hears the sound of her mother being stabbed.
Over and over again.
She backs away from the door, and sees a window.
I have to get out of here, she thinks. It's nearly three stories, but people have survived jumps from higher up, right? God, if you are here, please help my mother and I, and damn that man to hell.
And so she jumps.
She screams as she thrashes though the air, the wind blowing through her hair. She lands on her feet perfectly, to her surprise.
And so she runs away.
Her home gets further and further away in the afternoon air.
She can't look back, for now she is truly alone.
"I'll kill him for what he did to her!" Milliah cried; it was the first time Durand had seen her in such a state.
"Milliah, we have to be quiet! If you keep this up, all our struggles will have been for nothing! You can have your vengeance, but for now we must put our mission first!"
She stops. There he is, mother. There is the man who killed you.
She put her finger on her lips and signaled for Durand to stay put.
The others were further behind and she could not risk them approaching unknowingly.
Durand watched her. He knew that she could defend herself perfectly fine, but that wasn't the reason why he was worried. He wasn't concerned for her physical well-being, but for her emotional well-being.
She moved so quietly and swiftly, you could have heard a pin drop as she drew her sword and pistol.
She looked amazing. Milliah was wearing the same gown that he'd first met her in. Her hair caressed the edge of her face and made her look like an angel.
A beautiful, dangerous angel.
"Voronsoff." She said.
The man turned around. "Well, Milliah, it's about time you showed up. I was wondering when you would stop running."
"You bastard. I stopped running a long time ago."
With that she raised her sword and recited a Psalm of Vengeance.