Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

T h i r t y T w o

T h i r t y T w o

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- Warning: mentions of blood and violence. -

A week into my mission resulted me driving through the city streets of Luhansk, keeping my maroon hoodie tightly as I kept it over my head.

I got out of the taxi, giving them the right amount no matter how he pushed me for. He wanted more than he used to. As my eyes glanced back at him from the rear mirror, I saw his reasons easily.

'A father of three, with a sick wife and needing to pay rent. Torn between the on-going war here,' I deduced by the photo hiding in the mirror compartment, and the overfilling pile of medical receipts and a rent letter as he shut it after putting the money in.

"Please." A voice pleaded.

Turning back, I kept stoic but considered to pass him another note. The ten Euros was enough to see the relief in his eyes, but once he saw my cold stare that gave away the 'this is the only time you'll get this' face, the taxi driver mumbled a thanks and drove off.

And then, I heard a groan.

Darker Me stood beside me, dressed in the same attire though carrying a black umbrella. She raised a brow at me. "Really?" Darker Me incredulously asked but then huffed, "So sentimental!"

"Fuck off." I muttered under my breath. I couldn't bare to listen to her right now.

Darker Me then replied, "Just because you stopped your drug dosing; it doesn't mean I'm really gone, darling."

Soon, with my counter self disintegrating in my head, I took the rest of the journey on foot.

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I took shelter at a small motel, under a new alias as an orchestral player. Usually, I would change once I pass through country borders or a new mission (if it was a mission on my rate as of a boring one). The receptionist didn't bat an eyelid and handed me the key before I could pass out.

Domestic life really took a toll on changing my sleeping patterns. Even as I got up after several hours into the night, I grumbled up and began my trip on the outskirts of the city.

The so called bunker was hidden as an electrical generating station, surrounded by the coniferous forestry and a barbed fence. No one had been using the station since 2014, not since the Russians began invading east Ukraine. So as I crawled under an opening in the fence, I internally sighed.

Much as I wanted to have some adrenaline right now, I didn't want ten thousand volts turning me into charred meat. In five minutes, I was already inside the hidden USSR bunker: finding the entrance behind one of the control rooms.

As the lift took me down, I took a stance from the side of the doors. With a deep breath, I held the duel elites by my chest. My heart pumped harder as then the moving metal box slowed down to a creaking halt. Gradually, the doors opened.

Quickly, I tilted my head towards the opening. 

It was completely pitch black. The whole corridor was silent. Why was it quiet?