Say Anything | Steve Harrington |

Ch. 49 Deaf Ears

July 4th, 1985
The Russian Facility

I've never givin' much thought to how I would die. Sure I hoped like most people that I would go in my sleep. Or once I was contempt with the life I lived. Far from the brutal end, I was currently faced with. Robin and I were thrown into a cold, cement room by two brute Russian guards. Steve had been thrown into a separate room by two different guards, the doors slamming behind them before the sounds of Steve's cries hit our ears.

"What are they doing to him?!" I yelled out, if you listened close enough you could hear the sounds of punches and kicks landing. Though my question was only met with silence as the two guards blocked our way out.

"Who do you work for?" A man's question could be heard through the walls as Steve coughed and groaned in pain. "Scoops Ahoy! I swear!" He yelled quickly, though the men didn't accept his answer, the sound of Steve being hit again reached our ears.

"He hasn't done anything!" I yelled, standing from my place on the ground only to quickly be pushed back down. "Nell, stop..." Robin whispered from her place, having stayed stiff as a board since we were captured.

"Who do you work for?" The voice questioned again as Steve released a pained cry. "I already told you! Scoops Ahoy, at Starcourt Mall, please!" He begged, coughing up more of what I could only assume to be blood.

The room was still, I felt hopeless as I let the tears fall down my face, praying that the guards had accepted that Steve wasn't some sort of spy or enemy. But that prayer fell short as the sound of Steve getting kicked reached our ears again.

"Please, please, stop this! We didn't see anything! He doesn't know anything! Just leave him alone!" My pleas fell on deaf ears, the guards continued to stare down at the two of us with blank expressions. "Nell, nothing that we say matters." Robin tried to calm me as my breathing grew erratic, while the room beside us fell silent once again.

The cold metal of the handcuffs that shackled my wrists together seemed to be growing heavier with every punch that landed on Steve. "Please... he hasn't done anything..." I begged quietly, heading bowing down as I cried.

"Who do you work for?" The man questioned after a bout of silence fell over the room. "For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy!" Steve screamed out before a single punch landed on him. "What the hell?! Look at my outfit! You think I just wear this?! Think I'm a spy in a sailor's uniform?" Steve continued to yell at the man, only to earn another harsh blow.

Steve's groans of pain could be heard before the man's next question. "How did you get in?"

"My... My delivery didn't come, and my friends and I... we thought it was left at the loading dock, so we went in the room and then it turned into an elevator, and then... and then we dropped, then next thing I know, I open my eyes, and we're in this... wonderful facility." Steve groaned out the white lie, even if the whole truth never involved us being spies for the American Government.

"But I swear to God, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You could just let us go, all right? And I'm not going to tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on. And... uh- ice--ice cream. Ice cream, okay? You guys know what ice cream is. Everybody loves ice cream. I don't know if you have Russian ice cream or if that's considered gelato. I don't know what's what, but whatever you guys want, seriously." The guard allowed Steve to ramble on, whether or not that would help our case, who knows.

"USS Butterscotch, I mean, you gotta try it. It is out of the world, I'm telling ya!" Steve added enthusiastically, earning a hearty laugh from the soldiers, Steve joining in with his own nervous laughter.