Taken

Prolouge- Dmitry

My ears were ringing. The gun shot was near deafening. I cupped my hands over my ears and collapsed into a fetal position. Tears streamed down my face. I looked over to where my dad was at. He was collapsed on the floor and blood started to pool around him. I looked over to the man holding the gun.

    It was still smoking from the shot.

    "Please," I said weakly. "Please, don't hurt me."

    The man looked at me, taking in my small figure. He gave me a cold glare.

    "I won't hurt you, whelp. Unless you give me a reason to. Like that man there," He said with a nod toward my dead father. "He was smuggling my money for himself. No one, no one, steals from me and gets away with it." He spat.
     "What, what are you talking about?" I asked, my voice shaking.

    "He was one of my...Employees. Until he lied to me and tried to cheat me out of a few thousand grand so he could keep it for himself. Pathetic." He spat.

    I, however, couldn't take my eyes off the dead body. I always thought he was some sort of law worker. Instead I find out he worked for some man who just shot him because he was trying to take some extra money for himself. I turned back to the man. He isn't as scary as I first thought. Looking at him now, even with the frigid expression, he seems like an earnest man. Like the only thing I would've to be afraid of, if anything, was betraying his trust.

    "Who are you?" I asked softly. I slowly stood up, in an attempt not to provoke the man.

    "My name is Ioseb. What is yours, malyutka?" He asked me quietly.

    "Dmitry, sir." I said softly. "And I am not little." My voice was a little stronger.

    The men standing around Ioseb all stared at me wide eyed, then glanced at their boss before looking back to me. Ioseb only looked at me for a moment. Then he smiled.

    "Yes you are, malyutka. You are very little. But, why are you here with this man?"

    "He is—was—my father." I said looking down at my feet and kicking the ground.

    "He was your father, malyutka?"

    "Yes, sir."
    "I'm sorry for your loss." He wasn't. I could hear it in his voice. Not that I cared much. He got what he had coming for him. It was his fault for betraying the man's trust.

    "I'm not." I said strongly. I hardened my eyes and jutted my chin up. Ioseb raised an eyebrow.

    "You are not sad? One would think that the loss of a father would hurt someone so young. How old are you, malyutka?"

    "I am seven, sir. And, no, sir, I am not sad, sir." I said quickly. My tears by now have dried and my eyes sting from the salt, but I dare not rub them.

    "Only seven? I see. It seems you have already grown up, haven't you, malyutka?"

    "Yes, sir."

    "Well, even if you have grown up, malyutka, legally you need someone to look after you, no?" His free hand had moved to his hip and his occupied one put the gun in its holster.

    "Yes, sir." I said softly. My brows began to furrow in confusion. What was this man getting at?

    "Well then, malyutka, it seems your in luck. From now on I will be looking after you. How does that sound?" He said with a small smile. His eyes gleamed with evil intent, but I daren't deny him.

    "That sounds good, sir." I said slowly, hopping I was saying the right thing. I guess I did, not a second later the mans face broke into a sadistic grin.

    "Good, good, but you must stop calling me sir. That would seem suspicious if your son only ever addressed you as sir, wouldn't it, malyutka? You can call me dad, how does that sound?" He spoke coyly, his body jumping a little bit. His strange smile made him look like a crazed psychopath.

    "I will stop calling you 'sir' when you stop calling me malyutka, sir." I said the men again stared at me in disbelief that a little, seven year old, Russian boy would address their boss in such a way. "And I am not sure why you would want me as your 'son', sir."

    "Because an adorable little one like you needs a father to protect him and show him the ropes of your life. Am I wrong, Dmitry?" He said it matter-of-factly.

    "No, s—Dad—, your right. I need someone to help me become a big strong man, just like you."

    "There you go, Dmitry, we'll make a mob boss out of you yet!" He said gleefully and approached me. "Now come along." He was now next to me and placed a hand on my back.

    "Where are we going, dad?" I asked as I let Ioseb—My new father—lead me away from the now cold body of the man I grew up with. I smiled up at my new dad, teeth and all.

    "We're going home, son, and we're gonna see your brother and sister. I'm sure your mother misses you too. Don't you think Dmitry?" He said softly, the crazed gleam still apparent in his eyes.

    "Of course, dad. I miss them too." I said a little crazy as well. I guess our appearance is so similar that it scared Father's men because they took a couple steps back. I smiled at them and they visibly gulped. I started to giggle while Father smiled.

    "Looks like you already fit in, am I right, boys?" Father said turning to the men around us.

    "Yes, boss, seems he does." The man closest to Father said.

    "Right you are, Konstantin." Father said addressing the man who spoke—Konstantin. "Right, well, lets get going, boys. Its time Dmitry meets everyone." Father said, with a hefty clap on my back. I smiled at my Father.

    "I can't wait."

Well holy crap. That went well, don't you think? I personally think I've lost my mind. Please review I can take all forms, shapes, and flamers alike. Thanks!

~DemonFire16