It was now February, and things were not going well for Anne. He had killed Stalin II, thinking he would end communism, and the only error in this was that he did not exterminate the Communist Russian Party, so they were now choosing a new Leader for the People.
Anne was angry with everyone. They all reminded him of what he had done, and the solution Anne tookn was to not go out of his room, or socialise. He only ate dinner, and once that, he would ran back to his room.
But the 2nd of February he decided to end this. He was going to talk woth Ruth about it, and he was sure she would help him.
At 10:00pm of that same day, Anne exited his room, and sneaked through the white-but-dark corridor. The Moonlight helped him to find Ruth's door.
And just when he was about to knock on the door, someone decided to change Anne's fate.
There was a loud knock, but not on Ruth's door, but on Anne's head. He fell down like a sac of potatoes.
Then, the strange figure introduced our protagonist into a sac, and carried him away.
Anne woke up, tied on the side of an enormous cement tube, floating. The ropes went once around him, and then joined with the cement.
Suddenly, our very weak Anne heard something from down below. A hoverboard.
And on that hoverboard, Johannes of Bourg.
-Oh, Anne, I see you are awake. Before you ask any shit about why are you here, or why have I done this, or what do you want from me, I will earn time by answering those questions, right now.
Anne looked at him, with anger and madness inside.
-You dont say anything? Okay, then. I have brought you here to kill you, well, to make you die. Why? Because you are after my girl, and that girl is only for ME! So now, is your time. You are at a tube that leads to the main section 7's engines. All of the vapour created comes up by this chimney. They are going to make a burn at 4:00am, and right now it's 3:56am. Good luck getting out of this!
Then he disappeared as how he had come, down the tube. Anne was now concerned of getting out of there. The tube was bare cement, no doors, balconies or anything.
-Man, this is not gonna go good for sure. Fuck.
He tried to break the ropes. His hands were tied to the wall, and very tight, so his legs.
He thought of his fate. He thought of Johannes. Then he thought of Ruth's doom. If he did not get out of there, Johannes might rape Ruth, and...
-FSSSSSS...!!!
The burn. Now.
Vapour started to rise, with a temperature of 125° Celsius. It surrounded Anne, it went into his lungs, burning him and killing him, making his skin go red bright, making him feel pain.
-AAAAHHHH...!! OH FUCK...!- And those, were Anne's last words.
With this high temperature, the ropes burned, and Anne fell through the cement tube, with the water vapour still coming out from it.
He closed his eyes, which had burned too. He didn't feel his body anymore, he didn't feel pain.
Slowly, while falling, his physical body dissolved in air, while his mind went on a sleep.
And Ruth felt this.
At the time this happened, Ruth was at the control room at the 7th Section, watching over the base.
Her heart stopped beating.
A tear came out from her right eye.
-WhiteStone...?
She ran out of the control room, guided by her heart, to the reactor sector.
There was a splash! and then silence.
The corpse had fallen into the hot water.
BlackStone arrived just 2 minutes later, and then everyone else, including Anči and other leaders.
Anne Hacquebord was officially declared deas in the 23rd of March of the year 2022. Johannes of Bourg was blamed for the death of Anne "WhiteStone"Hacquebord, and sent to the Moscow Federal Prison, accused of assassination.
-If you are reading this it means that you have been really loyal to my story, and I sincerely thank all of you for that.
I would like to thank Mrs.Beth, for supporting this project since the first chapter, and for putting pressure on me :)
And this is all guys, I hope you've liked the first part of my story. But don't worry, still more adventures to come! Have a happy New Year (2016), and see you on the 2nd part of " It's cold at Moscow"! Bye!
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It's cold at Moscow
Historical FictionThis is a story which is a key to the whole of the Universe. This story takes place at Moscow, the capital of the Neo-Soviet Union, year 2021. Winter seems imminent in a world just about to get to the 4th World War, and at Moscow, things aren't goin...