Revolution

Ch.9

Vällkomen My loyal followers... people on the interwebs! Boys and gir- *dodges tomato* Alright, I'm getting on with it.

What. The. Hell. Was all my mind could formulate at the moment. This was a nightmare from hell. I was sick on a plane, with the the worst imaginable headache... Ever. I've been poisoned by a demon, and that has yet to leave my system.

And this obnoxious ass butt of a kid was kicking on the back of my chair like a football player. I don't know what I'll do if h- “Will you stop it!?" I hissed turning around in my chair.

“I'm not a soccer ball, so stop cause if you don't ugh...." I said slightly raising my voice. Razimir stood up and silently switched seats with me.

“I know... " He murmured sitting me down and putting a blanket over me.

I settled down and passed out pretty quickly,but even sleep couldn't bring me relief...

Dream

“Get up!" a man harshly screamed in Russian, while he banged on any nearby pipe. A rude awakening for the assorted youngsters staring bleary eyed at him.

“Am I speaking English? Get up! The boss is here to see you, and if you're not up in ready in the next ten seconds you'll have what's coming for you!" he screamed yanking up a dark haired little girl.

She stood out amongst the others who where at least a few years older than her. The oldest boy a sandy haired fifth teen year old watched as her lip started to tremble under the harsh glare of the man.

“You want something to cry about? I'll give you something to cry about!" he screamed at her in a broken Bulgarian accent.

The boy broke through the others and grabbed her by the hand, leading her away from the bitter old man.

“Thank you..." She sniffles wiping a tear away with the back of her dirty hand.

“Don't mention it. Just stay out of his way and do what ever your told." He told her in a hushed tone.

Immediately he straightened up when the sound of tapping boots grew near, but he did not let go of her hand.

Everyone stood in a straight line all quiet and silently praying that the cruel man skipped over them today.

The man slowed to a stop in front of the sandy haired boy, and dark haired little girl. He lowered his Sun glasses and revealed a terrifying scar that ran down his left eye down to his cheek bone.

His eyes danced over the sandy haired boy and landed on the little girl. He smiled in amusement when she trembled ever so slightly. This one would do for today.

He nodded his head towards the guard and started to walk away. The guard grabbed onto the little girl harshly pulling her away from the boy.

“No!" he yelled stepping in front of her. Everything if even more possible fell silent and the evil man turned around to stare down the boy.

“No?" he questioned. His voice almost making the boy want to rethink his answer. “I-I'll go for her." He stammered.

The man marched forward and stopped in front of the boy. Looking him over for a full minute he thought.

“Fine." He nodded his head and the guard let go of the little girl. Instead he forcefully yanked the boy to the long beam that ran through the middle of the room and tied him to it.

“Everyone watches." the man ordered pulling a long spiked whip out of literally it seemed no where.

The boy braced himself for the pain to come but still cried out when the whip lashed across his back leaving a mark on his shirt.

He bit his tongue and grunted when about her blow rained down on him. This went on until blood thoroughly soaked his shirt then the evil man simply walked out of the room letting the door slam shut behind the guard and himself.

Instantly the room went into a flurry. Most went back to their bunks but the little girl and another teen aged girl helped the boy from the beam and onto a nearby bunk.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you hurt." the little girl cried holding on tightly to the bigger boys hand.

“Its fine... just try to fit in. Your different I can feel it." He said still trying to catch his breath.

“Now can you manage a smile for me?" he asked her, trying even in his own misery to cheer her up. She nodded eagerly and put on a bright smile for him.

“I'm Anastasia." She said sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Razimir." He squeezed her hand a bit, letting a little electricity pass through them making her giggle.

Darkness starts to fade the dream, and an eary laugh makes Raven restless with anxiety. “This little dream may have a happy ending but I assure you, you won't."