Something About Red | ThirdUnion

CHAPTER 3: A heart to love or to stab?

Soviet didn't show up for work the next day. After snooping around and asking some questions, Reich found his home address and headed there during his lunch break. He knew Soviet was likely sick in bed from food poisoning, it was something Reich was all too familiar with.

It wasn't difficult to pick the lock to the front door and sneak in, and Reich had seen toys in the yard so he knew to look out for kids. Luckily, the big fancy house was quiet, so that told him those brats were probably at school. It would be so simple, he'd just slip into the room and stab Soviet, then head right back to work. Absolutely nothing could get in the way of his knife plunging into a beating heart now...

Speaking of which- Reich made a B-line to the kitchen and picked out the largest knife in the set. He could just carry a pocket knife, but those weren't as fun to play with. Reich tip-toed around the house until he located the bedroom upstairs. After a couple minutes of snooping around, he finally located the master bedroom.

Unfortunately, Soviet was nowhere to be seen. Reich exhaled then turned to leave. Maybe Soviet wasn't as sick as he'd thought? Right as he was exiting the room, he heard shuffling. Reich spun around and saw a bathroom door swinging open, an exhausted looking Soviet stepping out. He looked up and they made eye contact, causing Reich to panic.

"Wha?" Soviet asked, blinking slowly.

Oh my god he's drunk!

Reich realized. Well, with the knife being cleverly hidden behind his back, maybe he still had a chance.

"Reich?" Soviet asked, leaning against the wall with a bottle of vodka in hand.

"Hiiiiii...." Reich said, quickly thinking up a plan.

"What are you doing here?" Soviet asked.

He was clearly too fucked up to question how Reich had even gotten into his house. Reich pulled on a friendly, sickly sweet smile. He clenched the knife a little tighter.

"I heard you were sick, so I'm checking up on you..." he said through gritted teeth.

Soviet looked confused for a moment, then brightened. He splayed out his arms and walked forward. Reich didn't realize what was happening until it was too late and he was pulled into a big bear hug.

"Aw really? How sweet of you, Reichy~" Soviet said, crushing Reich in his embrace and burying his face in his shoulder.

Reich froze and immediately dropped the knife, his eyes darting down to try and see where it landed. Soviet had lifted him off the ground and was cuddling him now, so he had no chance to retrieve it. Luckily, the floor was carpeted, so it didn't make a noise when it fell.

"Put me down!" Reich yelled, but it didn't seem like Soviet cared.

Hot damn did he HATE BEING SHORT! Seriously, he looked like a child standing next to most people! But next to Soviet he looked like a little toy!! That beast hulked over him like a fucking bear, and now Reich was kicking his feet as he was heald in a death grip several feet above the ground.

"Let go! LET GO!!" Reich yelled, wriggling.

Finally, Soviet dropped him back on his feet. Reich stumbled a bit, but quickly regained his balance. His face burned red hot and he was absolutely fuming now, so he shot a wicked glare at his attacker.

Soviet took a swig of his drink, then said: "You're so cute, why don't you come cuddle with me?"

Reich's pupils shrunk to pinpricks and he absolutely bristled at the suggestion. He completely forgot about what his motivation to come here was and took a hasty step back. Soviet smirked at him and reached out, but right before he could place a hand on Reich's shoulder, his eyes suddenly bulged and he ran for the bathroom. The sound of vomiting broke Reich out of his trance, and he turned and darted out of the room and down the stairs.