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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 29, 2004 7:39:13 GMT -5
"Lysander, go in the living room and watch television or something." Bassarov yells, somewhat irritated with Lysander
He walks Lulu towards his bed and sits down with her.
"You can trust me..."
He runs his hand up her leg, and licks her jaw line.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 29, 2004 7:42:48 GMT -5
Suddenly I awaken... A shudder goes through me in that instant.
So, it actually was my fault...
I find myself shaking uncontrollably, and soon am crying like an injured child. I have done what I had feared the most: I hurt Bassarov. Here I had accomplished what was my original mission along, to eliminate Bassarov and Mikhael as leaders, but with love instead of bullets as had been the original plan.
Briefly I consider the pistol on the table before me. The large chunk of iron with the .45 caliber opening. I imagine the ounce of depleted uranium tearing through my skull at a mile a second, displacing bone and brain, but that would help nothing. My death would only hurt Bassarov more.
I throw myself onto my feet and walk into the bathroom. There, in the medecine cabinet is a quart of 99.9% pure undenatured ethanol. I quickly chug the entire bottle, only when I'm done gasping for breath as the alcohol vapor chokes my smoke-eroded lungs. Already woozy I stagger out of my apartment...
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 29, 2004 7:43:00 GMT -5
"TV Sucks."
I reach down, and find the door unlocked. I twist thwe knob and open it slightly.
"What the H'ELL? You PERV!!!"
I see him messing with that new girl Lulu.
"What the h'ell, Dad? Shes not even 18!!!"
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Post by LuLu on Aug 29, 2004 7:43:11 GMT -5
I shiver..."Bassorav...please don't do this...I am your friend. I want you to talk to me..." I feel like giving in but don't
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Post by LuLu on Aug 29, 2004 7:46:12 GMT -5
"Lysander!" I smile at him
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 29, 2004 7:46:25 GMT -5
Bassarov glares at Lysander.
"Those rules were invented by capitalists." He scowls. He is not in a stable state of mind.
"Lulu, we are being friends. I am being very friendly."
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 29, 2004 7:50:09 GMT -5
"Dude, its one thing when your like, 20 and shes like 17, but you are older than dirt, dude!"
I glance at Lulu. Poor girl doesnt even know he using her, shell just be another trophy on his wall.
"Sometimes, dad....sometimes..."
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Post by LuLu on Aug 29, 2004 7:50:26 GMT -5
I look into Bassorav's eyes...."But I am too young..." I hug him and cry in his shirt..."But I do love you."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 29, 2004 7:52:15 GMT -5
I stagger into a liqour store, pistol in hand. "What the..." the owner manages before my arm comes up and I fire, putting the superpowered bullet through his head. For the first time ever the recoil knocks me off my feet and I land on my a'ss, and the muzzle blast shatters some nearby bottles. I try to crawl to my feet and fail, I try again and this time succeed. I make a grab at a nearby bottle, forgetting that I'm holding a gun, and therefore breaking several and slicing my hand on the glass. I quickly holster the pistol, grab the closest bottle (which just happens to be real, undiluted Stlochnaya, 190 proof!) and take a huge swig of it, and immediately fall and vomit. Not even seeming to notice I chug the rest of the bottle and half crawl half drag my way out of the store, but not before grabbing another bottle of this wonder liquid.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 29, 2004 7:53:55 GMT -5
Bassarov gets up and stands away from both of them.
"Lysander, take Lulu back to the base. Give her a room there and leave me alone for the rest of the day." he instructs
"I am sorry Lulu."
He pushes both of them out of the room and locks the door.
He will just have to find someone else.
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Aug 29, 2004 7:55:03 GMT -5
Through informants I learn what has happened amongst the rebels... I am pleased. I will have to congratulate F3442 once she sobers up...
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Post by LuLu on Aug 29, 2004 7:56:05 GMT -5
I look at Lysander and blush..."Sorry you saw that..."
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 29, 2004 7:56:12 GMT -5
"Ha, sorry bout that Lulu. Look, you wouldnt want to have sex with him, youd just be another tally on his wall. Sadly, you mean nothing to him. Plus, hes already going with a girl and also a dude. Both at the same time. Hes go some wierd stuff that he does...."
I look at her, shes still crying.
"Im sorry, I was just trying to help."
I walk with her back to the base.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 29, 2004 7:58:53 GMT -5
I make it as far as the next intersection before my strength gives out. I sit against a wall and sip at my liqour, not wanting to vomit again and, in a strange way hoping that I die of alcohol poisoning. After all, I deserve it for what I did...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 29, 2004 8:00:10 GMT -5
Bassarov takes off his clothes and puts them in the wicker basket in the corner. He unlocks the door just in case some rebel hears of what happened and is looking to sleep with him.
He then crawls into bed, but stares at the ceiling in anguish that allows no sleep
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