Nuclear Links

Chaotic

(A/N: I'm sorry I haven't been updating much! Trust me when I say this story has been on my mind. One of my New Years resolution is to start updating regularly. Maybe once a week?)

Aleks sat on the leather couch, a blank expression clouding his face.

"Well?"

"What?"

"You're an idiot." The other grumbled.

Jake stood across from Aleks, a flat screen TV playing a news report- one about Aleks.

"You were supposed to get in, then get out. Not this bullshit." Jake muttered, more annoyed than angry. He paced around in his suit, grumbling every once in a while to himself.

"Well, I didn't know how to do shit! You literally just gave me weapons and threw me in front of the building!"

Aleks stuffed his head into the pillow, blocking out the sound. His head felt like it'd been cracked open with a sledgehammer, and he really didn't feel like being yelled at right now.

"God fucking dammit. Listen to me, Aleks!"

"I get it. I fucked up. Anything else you want to bitch at me for?" he croaked weakly.

Aleks was sitting on a black leather couch, in the living room of Jake's house in rural Canada. He was curled up under a blanket, attempting to block out the sound of Jake's yelling. Ugh. Said person was pacing in front of the fireplace, occasionally pointing to the TV on the wall broadcasting some news channel.

After Aleks hit the button, the whole bottom three floors of the building exploded. He lost the cops. And now, it was being filed and reported as a possible terrorist attack. Ha. Yeah, right. "Do you fucking see how bad this is?! I might as well be throwing you out into a minefield- you're so goddamn-"

"FUCK OFF!" Aleks yelled, "Seriously, I know how badly I've screwed up!!! Stop reminding me! It's your fault anyway- I didn't want to go on that goddamned mission, and you threw me out anyway- should I say, with practically NO instructions-"

"I thought you could take it, but I guess not." Jake said bitterly. He sighed and looked away from the Russian, silence filling the room. Aleks glared at Jake a while more, before sighing and relaxing against the couch arm. "With all this bullshit, I'm never going to get my memory back..." the Russian mused.

"You'll get it back, just not..."

"Not until I become like you?! A monster?!"

"I'm not a monster."

"Bullshit."

Jake stared at Aleks, annoyed. "Look, princess. I've always wanted to do something important in my life, and this is what I chose to do. I let go. Human life is near worthless, anyway- several billion more where that came from," Jake smiled mechanically, "I just need to get things done, dude! I'm not the real monster here- you are. Seriously. The world isn't all pretty flowers and bumblebees, stop viewing it in that light. People are capable of some pretty sick shit, y'know?" He giggled softly, a cruel glimmer in his eyes. Aleks stared at Jake, horrified.

"You're fucking crazy." Aleks whimpered.

"Am not!" Jake whined childishly. "I'm right and you know it. You just have to... Let go!"

"Like hell I am!" Aleks cried, "I don't know about you, but I haven't completely lost track of my moral code."

"Soon, though," Jake said cheerfully. "You're becoming a hit man, remember? You have to!"

Aleks sighed to himself. The thought of becoming that sent shivers down his spine. Killing people... And yet, it completely reassured him when he realized that he's done it before. Murder wasn't hard. It didn't take too much. It just... took toll on someone emotionally. And once Aleks discarded his emotions completely, it wouldn't be a problem... He wanted his emotions, though. Oh, so badly did he want them.