Cold War: Saved By the Bell

Chapter 6

Stalingrad
1943
Earth: Home

"This way!" Anthony shouted as Polina helped her brother to his feet. "I'll clear us a path." He pulled out his redeemer.

She pulled out her pistol, aiming it at him. Her eyes wide at the sight of his very much lively body. "We need to get him patched up, Polina!" Anthony tried to convince her.

"Sistroja, we don't... have time." Misha said with steady breaths. "Just follow the boy."

"Stranger, clear us a path that way." She pointed. "Towards the post office."

"Got it." He replied, unloading his round of bullets into the Nazis' skulls. Not a bullet was wasted with his precision.

"Come on, it's not that much further.... I don't think." Anthony tried to encourage them as he saw Misha becoming weaker with every bloody cough. Seeing them fall behind, he rushed over and wrapped the mans other arm over his shoulders. He and Polina supported the man as they fired their rounds. Soon they reached an area of the trench covered with wooden planks.

They focused their fire upwards at the enemies feet. Bodies and bullets fell through the wooden floor from above.

"Grenade!" She called out, as a soldier rounded the corner, throwing the explosive at them.

Anthony shot the stick mid air before it could reach them as Polina placed a bullet in the German's brain.

As they reached the other side of the wooden cover they began to be swarmed with even more enemies.

"Rockets!" Misha shouted. "We're not going to make it."

"Shut up, we have you!" Polina shot back. After so many dodged rockets one finally landed near them to cause a massive hole in the ground. The trio fell into the deep rubble.

Polina awoke before he did. She immediately turned her attention to Misha who had been smothered with rubble. Anthony laid just a few inches away, facing skywards as he watched everything upside down. His body felt immobile, the pain letting itself known. 

"Come on! We have to keep moving!" She panicked, not wanting to leave him behind.

"Polina, go!" He urged her as she tried to lift the heavy rocks by herself.

"No!"

"The boy, he can cover the opening while I flank them! It's a plan!" She desperately tried to convince him.

"Polina! Polina!" He shouted for her to listen. "There is no time."

An enemy came from above and nearly killed them both had Polina not shot him first.

"It's ok. Go, now." He calmed her, pulling out two grenades. They said their final goodbyes, words that Anthony heard as only mumbles.

Anthony saw the explosives and rushed to his feet. Polina kicked a rock away, opening a hole for them to escape to.

"Make sure she gets out of here safely." Misha said to him.

"Dyadya." He spoke softly to the man, with a smile and nod. His eyes went wide when he saw the grenades fumble out if Misha's hands and onto the ground, their pins pulled. He quickly tackled Polina, as they fell even deeper into the ruble, the explosion going off seconds after their leap. Anthony held her tight, making himself a shield before even more ruble collapsed atop of them. Luckily most of the rock bounced off his back, as he did his best to land them safely. 

"Get off of me!" She shoved him. He could hear her panicked breathing, how she was on the verge of tears. Through a small glimmer of light from above he thought he saw a tear trickle down her face. She crawled through the tight space into a cave of even more debris. She waited for him to crawl through before she stomped on the back of his skull and grabbed him by his shoulders, dragging him out into the open cave. She put her knee on his throat and let her anger fuel her punches to his face and the sides of his head.