Stalker | ThirdUnion

21: Adventure Time

Reich woke up, still laying on the couch, his head still hurting. The same as yesterday, but one thing was different, Soviet was gone.

Reich opened his eyes, finding the living room dim, as a blazing snow storm was brewing outside.

Reich looked out the window, seeing the snow piling up, how in the world was he going to escape with all that going on?

He needed to escape. He had to. He couldn't stay here for the rest of his life, and no offense to Soviet, but he wasn't too interested in marriage, really. And he definitely wasn't interested in becoming a step-father to fifteen children!

The German sighed and looked at the fire place that was blazing red flames in front of him. How warm.

It's flames where the only thing lightening the dim room up.

The German cuddled into the couch. Feeling quite cold, despite the fire, and the blanket that he had just noticed was on him. Soviet must of left it there..

How thoughtful.

No.

Reich hit himself in the face. Making himself feel the burn of his healing wounds.

He was not going to fall for his kidnapper.

He was being nice, sure. Yes even. But he still kidnapped the Reich, and was forcing him to be there.

This wasn't right. No matter how charming the Russian was.

The German sat up, wrapping the blanket around himself.

He stayed there for a bit, before deciding to find Soviet, he couldn't be too hard to find, he was as tall as the trees after all.

The German hopped off the couch and walked to the kitchen, deciding it would be the best place to find the Russian. And he was right.

Soviet was cooking something on the stove, his back was towards the German.

Hm. He hadn't noticed him yet. Reich quickly got out of the kitchen, he could definitely take this time to search the house again, and he ran off to do just that.

He sprinted down a hallway, any door he found he tried to open, but almost all of them were locked.

Reich sighed, once again finding another locked door. Despite the small looking cabin, this place seemed huge. Almost never ending, as every turn the German made just led to more and more doors and pathways.

Reich continued down the halls, bored and tired with his adventure.

He had only found a couple of doors that opened, mostly storage rooms really, that were basically empty.

Reich thought about it for a moment. Perhaps this wasn't Soviet's place, maybe he was just renting it out? That would explain all the boxes he's found. So many so, it seemed like someone had to of been living here for weeks, if not months.

He was guessing Soviet had recently moved in or something, and left it at that.

Reich hummed to himself as he walked to another door, though there was no where else for him to go after this one, he would have to turn around.

Reich reached for the handle, and was surprised when it moved for him.

Finally, something to see.

But before he could open the door, a hand wrapped around his.

Reich jumped and looked behind him, finding Soviet looming over him.

The two stared at each other. Soviet had on a similar expression to the one he had yesterday. He honestly looked like he was going to beat him.