We are Nomads (The BLAST fanfiction)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

"The name is Pushkin." he says. "And vou vill be my slave." I stare at him. "sir, please. You can't do that. Slavery is against the law." I say and Pushkin scoffs and looks me dead in the eye. "Have vou not seen vat has happened? The vole country in is flames! There is no more law here after the Nuke went off. All of the law enforcements ran ov to your stiupid capital you call Vashington." I stare at him in complete scilence only to hear Lucas step on the crounching glass shards behind me.

"And vou is this boyfriend of yours?" Pushkin asks. "The name is Lucas, and i am not her boyfriend." Lucas says behind me. 'I certainly wish he were my boyfriend though' I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut. "I don't see vy not. She is quite the beautiful young lady." he says walking slowly in my direction. I take a step back on the glass that crounches under my feet again. 'This guy disturbs me.' Lucas steps in front of me protectively.

"You will not touch her." Lucas tells Pushkin before he stops coming towards me. "I see how it is then. vou love her but have not convessed vour feelings to her." Pushkin says and grins in victory as Lucas turns back to me and looks at me longingly. "I see love in vour eyes as vell, little girl." He says looking at me. I look into Lucas's sea blue eyes as his hand reaches for my cheek. I can feel his breath against mine when Pushkin decides to speak.

"Vope, ve don't have time vor love making. vou got any other followers?" Pushkin asks. 'Oh no, Tom. what are we going to do about Tom? He won't like this man. Maybe Pushkin is joking about being a slave and maybe he just wants to be friends.' I made my decision before Lucas could say anything. "Yeah, I have a little brother Tom. He is five years old." I say and Lucas looks at me like nothing bad will happen. 'I hope he isn't in a love trance.' 

"Is he here vith vou? Or is this some trap you thought up of to escape me?" Pushkin asks. "No, we have a very small bunker where he is sleeping now." I respond. "Ah, good. show me this... bunker of vours." he says unsurly. 

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We walked out of the house to our little dirt/rock hut and when we reach it, Pushkin laughs. 

"Vou've been living in this vor a month?" he asks still laughing. I glare at his back and in the corner of my eye I see Lucas is glaring at Pushkin as well. "Yes we have Pushkin." I say and he stops laughing. "I still don't know vour name little girl." he tells me and walks slowly towards me again. "Yeah, I guess that would be important for you to know." I say trying to waste his time from coming toward me. which, as I thought it wouldn't, he still comes at me slowly. "so vat is vour name?" he asks again stopping right in front of me. I swallow and speak. "Rebbecca" I say. "vat a lovely name for such a lovely young woman." he says and leans in and kisses me right on the mouth.

I retract but his hands grab the back of my head and pushes me back in. His breathe, smells of vodka. Like that is all he ever drinks. His hands start to run through my hair and I hear Lucas give a battle cry. "Get off of her you Bastard!" Lucas yells at Pushkin and makes Pushkins hands let go of me so I immediatly pull away from him. I gasp for clean air or at least not vodka scented air. I look at Pushkin who is now on top of Lucas. 

"Get off of him! You will not hurt Lucas! NO!" I shout pushing Pushkin off of Lucas. "mm, fiesty girl." Pushkin says as I leap down next to Lucas who is gasping for air. "Are you okay?" I whisper. Lucas nods and I look over at Pushkin who has his gun pointed right at my head. I slowly raise my hands to show him I have no weapons.

"vat ver vou tolking about a younger boy in this bunker? It is empty!" Pushkin exclaims. "What?!" I yell as I run over to the entrance of the bunker totally forgeting about the gun pointed at me. I find the door out of it's place and inside there is nothing. "Tom!" I shout into the warm air only to hear the wind respond. At this point I am breathing heavily. 'I told him not to leave! What have I done? Does this mean I have no family left?' I fall to my knees as the tears start streaming down my face. "Tom" I say under my breath. I feel Pushkin's hand on my shoulder.

"Get away from me!" I shout as I turn to look at him and throw his hand off of me. "Get away from me! d

Don't you ever touch me again!" Now the sobbing starts and I bury my face into my hands. Pushkin must not have realized my sorrow because he starts to speak to me. "vou vill not tell me vat to do." he says sternly to my back. "vou got that?" I just nod.