Shattered ✓ (BxB)

Six: Gabriel

    When everyone else is heading out the doors with their new spouses, I plan to head out with them. I stalk quickly to the door but I am stopped by Daskanalasć's counsel.

"Gabriel Vladimirov...a," the head one begins.

I roll my eyes at the added 'a' before I turn to face them. My purple eyes lock with their blue ones. "Yeah." At my sides, my hand sway.

"Just keep in mind you need to obey the way of our lord and god," the head one says.

I nod. "Okay. Is that all?"

The lead one slightly moves his head. "Yes. You may go, Gabriel."

I nod a bidding to them as everyone else does and head out the doors.

The weather outside is only snow. The cold nips at my face.

I can't wait for the frost bite, I think to myself, sarcastically.

I can feel my hands to start to go numb. "Damn," I hiss. I rub my hands together to keep them warm and to postpone the inevitable threat of frost bite. I shiver.

I reach my home in sector seven in about an hour. Well, it's not the home you'd aspect. It's actually an alley way.

And once I reach the alley way, I usually fall asleep. But then I think, I'm not tired.

I decide on taking a run. I run a lot. I only do this because it's not like I have friends or family to be with. I dash through sector seven.

The memories in the community centers with all of those happy families flood in. Then another memory hits my eyes.

"Milena and Zarin Vladimirov?" A voice from outside the door called.

"Yeah…?" My father, Zarin, called. He peaked out the hole in the door. He turned to us. "It's government."

My mother, Milena, looked afraid. Her eyes grew wide.

Milena stepped close to me and my brother, Hayden. It was the fifth night of Hanukkah.

I was just turning only four at the time. My brother Hayden had turned nine in June.

"May we come in?" The voice outside asked, politely.

"What do we do?" My mother asked.

My father shrugged. "I have no idea."

Then the voice grew harsh. "Come out with your hands up!"

My father and mother exchanged glances. Then they headed outside.

Hayden and I followed.

"Milena, keep the kids behind us," my father commands.

My mother nods and complies.

In almost no time flat, we are surrounded.

People in their houses peak out the window. But they are careful not to be seen. If they are they can be sentenced up to three years in federal prison.

The officers corral us away, to the capital.

I fell asleep in that time.

When I woke, I saw my parents kneeling. Their hands were tied behind their backs.

"Zarin and Milena Vladimirov, you betrayed Daskanalasć. We are a holy nation. But you choose Judaism. And for that, you shall be punished." The Tsar says. He pulls a gun on them.

An officer by him does the same. The officer's gun is pressed against my mother's head.

"Please-" My mother said. "Please, no."