-Ruth...
-Yes, WhiteStone?
-I miss you.
-Why? I am always here, and here I will always be.
-Then, if you're really here, I wanna to tell you something.
-Okay. What is it?
-I want to tell you that I love you.
-Oh. That's sweet. And cute. But I can't love you.
-Why? Why can't you love me?
-Because I'm dead. I'm not real anymore. But I will always be we you, in your mind.
-Bu-but-!
And Anne woke up.
He exited his room.
-Hi WhiteStone, we have news of Ruth. She's now- but FireStone got interrupted.
-Shut up. I am leaving. Now.
-Its unsafe now! You might find more Soviet Soldiers out there! -Beth said.
-That's what I want.
Then Anne put on his Black leather jacket, and his black boots.
-Bye.
He went out to the snow , and turned on his hovering motorbike.
-To Moscow. Now.
He entered Moscow by the Main Entrance, and all of the Red Army saw him. He didn't care. They started following him.
He went straight, without stopping, and every obstacle he found was soon destroyed by his motorbike's blasters.
The whole of the Police and the Red Army were behind him, following him with their cars.
He arrived at the Presidential palace, and still, he didn't stop. The guards tried to stop him, and the only thing they received was a laser in their face, which also broke the doors of the palace.
He kept going, straight, blasting through every door he found, until he came to the presidential room.
This room was about 100 metres long, it was all red and yellow. At the end, you had the "Presidential" throne, were the Dictator sat, and the name of the Ruler of the Neo-Soviet-Union was Stalin the Second.
When the motorbike came into the room, at 20km/h, WhiteStone started slowing down. After a second, the motorbike came to a stop, and Anne went running to the surprised Dictator, still sitting in his throne.
Anne, with the Red Army and the Police behind, kept sprinting until he reached the throne.
Once in front of Stalin II, he pulled out his gun from his black coat, and put the end of the gun in the Dictator's forehead. He looked at Anne scared, and angry.
Anne now had a decision.
He could kill Stalin the Second, and end communism forever in Russia.
Or
He could fogive him, try to run away, get caught by the Red Army, and then get executed.
He did what he needed to do.
-You have lost, Stalin. This is for Ruth Duncan.
He pulled the trigger.
He had killed the Dictator.
But the Red Army was surrounding him.
Then, he dropped a smoke bomb, and everyone started coughing.
When the smoke cleared out, Anne had already disappeared.
He appeared 2 hours later, at the 7th Section, in the Western Allies Headquarters.
-You idiot! What have you done! Now everyone will blame USA for this! There will be another Nuclear War! Don't you think at all, you dumbass?! -Salvador said.
-Who cares now. Ruth is dead anyways.
-No she's not!! We tried to tell you this, but you didn't listen!!- Beth said.
-Sh-she's al-al-aliv-e?!- Anne said, half crying.
Beth guided him to the Hospital sector, and there was Ruth, resting as the sleeping beauty she had become.
-Thanks to the technology we have developed, Ruth Duncan is now between Death and the Real World. She's recovering fast, and we are providing her blood, to compensate the blood she lost when she was shot.
-I am so sorry... R-r-ru-ruth, I thought y-yo-you where dead... I am sorry... - and then he hugged her, and he felt her heart beating. She was alive.
10th of January, 2022.
BBC News:
"Yesterday at 11:00am, the Neo-Soviet-Union leader was assasined by, supposedly, an American Spy. USA has denied this, but the Russian Communist Party keeps blaming the USA. The tensions are increasing."
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