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7. 在 ─── alliviated, scolding

chapter seven, alliviated, scolding
﹑♥︎ fyodor dostoyevsky

The sensation of a cold hand touching your forehead makes you regain consciousness little by little. Your head felt heavyweight and you couldn't recollect precisely what had happened when you passed out. Your body was settled on your bed, covered with a thick blanket. When you opened your eyes you recognized two male figures that you identified instantly.

"Fyodor? What happened?" You mutter, lethargically, slowly sitting up on the bed.

Fyodor gives you a leisurely but hazardous gaze. "Don't worry, (First name), it was just a jest on Gogol's part. Although... A bit dangerous joke in my opinion."

"Don't be so pessimistic, Dostoy! I just wanted to help her sleep better," He whines, pouting mildly as he crosses his arms.

The black-haired man consummately disregard Nikolai's grievance and inclines slightly towards you, giving you one last look.

"You'll be fine. Luckily the amount ingested was not too much, so you will be better," Fyodor says, plainly.

You nod.

"While you compose yourself, I'll go make breakfast for everyone," He adds. He leaves the room with an inconspicuous smile.

The quietness of the bedroom receives you and the buffoon who hasn't left yet. But the warm silence doesn't last long, as the clown can't stay stilly for even a minute.

"Well, dear pulchritude of the universe! What does your beauteous little mouth have to discuss?" A puckish grin appears at the corners of his lips, curving upwards. He rapidly grasped your hands, even when you were in bed. "Tell me, tell me! Do you think we could be super friends?"

Your eyes broaden slightly at the forthright contact, but something tells you it's better not to push him away. His hands were lukewarm compared to yours.

"If you don't try to kill me at the given moment, I imagine we can establish a relationship," You tell him, with some uneasiness hidden by a silky smile.

"Don't worry about that! I wouldn't attempt to destroy you right now, I need to know things about you and enrich myself with information from you..."

You interrupt him. "That doesn't really sound convincing, knowing that there's still the mere possibility that you'll end my life once you've entertained yourself with my information, Nikolai."

You can feel his hands encircle yours, covering them in his warmth as he tightens his grasp.

"But then, what's the fun in letting you go free like a dove? Depriving you of your freedom and then simply annihilating you... That's more interesting than that! How I would love to see your exquisite expressions! Ah... I don't have the patience to wait to find out everything about you," He smirks, naughily.

"I don't know what to tell you... Your way of seeing me is complex to understand. You would like to see me suffer, just for my expressions, and I won't lie to you, I would also like to feel the pain of death approaching as the blood falls," You pause. Your lips stretch into a light, satisfied smile. " I would like to be someone who disinfects people of sins as much as you want to deprive me of my freedom. You and I know that the more excitement, the better stimulation..."

"You see? You understand me, dear little bird," His eyes widen slightly. "When life comes to an end, we can finally rest in peace, freeing ourselves from people, friends, acquaintances, morals, our body, mind and everything that surrounds us! The freer we are, the better it will be! Take off all the burdens of a relationship and fly like a dove in the blue sky."

His hands finally disappear from yours, heading this time to his chest, settling where his heart beats beneath his ribs. "Ah... It's been a long time since I had such a great conversation with someone. Thank you very much my delicate dove! With this I'm leaving!"

Covering himself with his cloak, he vanishes into a golden portal that rapidly spirals as he disappears.

You blink twice quickly before dropping your head slightly, diverting your tired gaze from the initial spot where that clown used to be.

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"So, Fyodor, are you going to force me to commit another heinous crime with my axe? Exactly like I had done with my parents?" You tell him, having breakfast in a spacious room, with a wide table where Sigma, Fyodor and Nikolai were sitting around the table. Fyodor was in front of you, Sigma to his right, and Nikolai to your left. You all were earing Russian food made by Fyodor. You didn't know he knew how to cook, but now that you did, the flavors melted into your taste buds, savoring the food like it was caviar.

"I am not forcing you, I am just helping you take a step forward to finish and annihilate the sinners of this world," The black-haired man explains to you, softly. "In the same way, you are part of our organization and I would love to see you perform one more time and see those dead eyes inside."

You were about to answer, when the young man with delicate features spoke: "You're all crazy... Can't we put all this aside for today and let her get used to it?"

Fyodor casts a piercing, menacing glance from the corner of his eye at Sigma, warning him to stay quiet. As expected, he looked down and remained silent, continuing to eat the food. "As I said, I have the word of God, being his faithful messenger."

You nod. "I will do my best, Fyodor, I assure you."

Nikolai stands up from his seat, placing his hands on the table as he grins from ear to ear. "And here we go! Another spectacular, glorious and strategic mission from Dostoy! Oh, I really want to see the scene... I can't wait even a few more hours to see it all!"

Dostoevsky makes a slight gesture with his hand indicating for him to sit back in his seat. To which Nikolai hesitates for a few seconds, but relents and sits down.

"In a few hours we will begin your mission, (First name)."