Painful Acceptance

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

My teeth clench tightly as I am unable to do much else.

"You know... If you... really knew... the circum... stances.... you would've... under... stood....." I stutter out.

"your body is.... cold..... I don't know... what Vossya... sees in you...."

Pissing her off is the smart thing to do.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"No thanks, im not really all that hungry. I appriciate the offer though. Thanks."

I take the other keys and put them into my pocket.

"I have to meet up with that friend I told you about anyway."

((I have to leave in 25 minutes or so, just so you know))

[Valodya Bassarov]

"See you later , Lysander."

Bassarov turns from his son and notices Zinn.
"Antero is at my apartment and no one is sure where Sasha went off to."

[Kaieka]

The nails that were just piercing the skin on his side instantly find their way inside his body. I wiggle them around and feel them bumping into his ribs.

I snarl and speak harshly in his bleeding ear, "Your lover, Bassarov, came here freely, did you know that? I captured him, but it was his desire to come. He was so forceful when he made love to me, as if every fiber of his body was screaming out for true sexual fulfillment. And it was my name that he called out in the throws of passion. He slept by my side, unbound, the entire night and had every opportunity to escape... but didn't.

Obviously, Mischa, you don't give him what he needs."

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"Yup. See ya!"

I walk out of the building get back to where Anna is. I walk int the guestroom and sit on the edge of the bed. She looks so peacful as I watch her sleep.

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

"Lysander darling, you're back. How was your day." I say as I rub my eyes.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

I see that Anna wakes up

"My day was great. I have a new residence. And, I think it would be a good idea for you to do the same thing. It would be good for you to get out of that huge house."

I take out the keys to the other room and hand them to her

"Rebel Base, room number 9. What do you think?"

Shes gonna be so exited! I have the best ideas!

[Zinn]

"Hmm. We should try to find him. Under ordinary circumstances, it would be his right to go where he pleases. However, we have decided to take collective responsibility for Antero and Sasha, so we will have to keep a closer eye on them, especially in light of.... recent events," Zinn says in a default, almost emotionless voice.

She can feel something about Bassarov that she hadn't noticed before. Something sick, dark, and coiled, like a snake. She doesn't know what it is. Whatever it is, it disturbs her. She doesn't know why she never noticed before. Zinn acts as if she hasn't noticed anything at all.

"We will probably get out of your hair soon. I just have to finalize the sale for our new base. Money can do wonders in Red Infinity. Or credits. Whatever they are calling them. Money is money is money. They can attach "the people's" this, and the "proletariat's" that all they want, but it doesn't change the nature of what they do.

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

"I can stay on the base a while. I want to distance myself from the FRA anyway. I hope the rooms aren't too small and plain."

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

My teeth clench even harder, if that were possible. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear my gums were bleeding because of it. The pain progressively gets worse. I feel a boiling rage build up inside of me, as blood runs down my chin.

With all the strength I can muster, my arms somehow break out of her grasp, and I collapse on the floor. My hand slowly fumbles towards where my gun should be, although I really have no idea where it is.

I can feel my energy level drop immensely as I turn over onto my back. The only thing I can do is laugh. I begin to laugh, tears and blood streaming down both sides of my face.

"You know... I never liked you... This just..." I laugh harder. "You're so cold. He doesn't love you." I say, my vision now almost completely black. "He uses....."

I fall unconscious in a pile of tears spit sweat and blood.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Good luck with the base. If you ever need any help, just ask. I will do what I can to help a fellow rebel movement. Take care, Zinn."
Bassarov looks paler and a little sicklier than usual. He feels fine and after what happened, is starting to regain his confidence and his place in the rebel movement. His slight change of appearance is hardly noticeable, but indicative of the slow decay of his soul, if such a thing were to exist.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

Sweet! I knew she'd go for it.

"Cool! I'm sure the rooms are just fine. Mine is right next to yours. I'm in room ten."

Awsome! This is gonna rock!

(I gtg)

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

"This shouldn't be so bad if we are near each other. I'm going down to my room, you can meet me there later."

I take the key and go to room 9. The room is small, but I can put up with it for a while.

[Kaieka]

Mischa lays on the floor before me, unconscious, the bloodloss and pain finally getting to him. I spit on his body and pick up the weapon that he was so vainly looking for and stick it inside my cloak, which I set on a chair by the entrance.

I easily lift Mischa's body and place him on the carving table at the center of the room, his own blood mingling with that of countless others. It is a table where the blood is always fresh, it is added to daily, so it never has time to dry.

His body is stripped of it's clothing, and his arms and legs shackled into place. I examine the wounds that my nails inflicted, five perfect, gaping holes.

Now... what can I do to the man that took my life? I don't want to kill him... oh no, not yet. I want him to suffer. I want to take away any and all pleasure from his life, fill him with intense pain, and then finally, when there is no more spirit within him, bleed him dry.

I take a few rusty, blood caked impliments off of a small tray near the table. I use one with a serated edge to start to carve small figures all over the skin of his body. Dark blood oozes up to fill in the lines of the words that I write. I mark him all over with my name. In tall, bold, bloody letters, I watch as Kaieka appears over and over and over again on his body. He will never be able to look at himself again without seeing me... if he ever gets the chance to look at himself again at all.

Once his body is covered, front and back (which takes me flipping him once or twice) and he is reshacked in place, I take a look at his reddened form. He is no longer the shade of a man, now covered entirely with his own continuous bloodflow, he is marked Red in the den of Red Infinity.

And now...?

No, this is not nearly enough.

He took my life and I must take something from him... something very important.



With a new blade from the table, this one dull as well as rusty, I begin the process of removing some parts that have been vital to his relationship with Valodya Bassarov. Not a skilled surgeon, I hack away, slicing skin and muscle and anything else that gets in the way, until only a reddened, gaping hole remains where once his genitalia were. I hold his manhood separate from his body in my bloody hand, and then go and find a jar on the wall. I place them in formaldehyde, and set them by Mischa, who I put in one of the holding cells. This way he can see just what happened to him.

I smile as I leave the dungeons and a broken and chained Mischa behind. I lick the blood of of my fingers as I walk up the stairs, wondering where Bassarov actually is.

[Hedeon]

"Please." Responds Hedeon. He takes Pakkanen's hand.