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me go” in Russian. But then man just laughed. He slammed Rory down on the hard wood floor, cracking the back of Rory’s head, staining his blond hair a Crimson red. They tied up Rory’s arms, but he was kicking furiously with his legs.
A tall man with brown hair held up a cloth to Rory’s mouth and said, “Good night.” In a thick Russian accent as Rory slowly drifted off to unconsciousness.


Luka decided to walk home to think things over. In a week he was going to be sent overseas to Germany, and he wondered how his dearest Rory would take it. He hated doing this to Rory, but he wanted to serve his country. He decided he was doing this for Rory, to make the world safer for him to be in. He was just worried on how he would take it.
When he reached the house, the sun was setting over the many houses in the city. It was beautiful outside, but Luka wasn’t in the mood. He slowly opened the door when shock took over his face. The kitchen was a mess, Blood stains all on the floor, broken dishes on the ground, the table was flipped over and the chairs were broken in half, and the back door was torn off its hinges. Luka rushed over to the corner of the kitchen were a bloody silhouette laid. He slowly knelt down by the corpse trying to make out its face.
“T-they took-h-him.” The corpse said with a raspy voice.
“JACE?! IS THAT YOU?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WERES RORY?!” He shouted.
“T-the r-r-Russians c-ca-me, th-ey to-too-took R-rrory.” He whispered in a slow voice. All the skin on the left side of his face was gone. Blood poured to the ground. His clothes were drenched in crimson, and he had been stabbed 3 times in all of his limbs.
Luka clinched his fists as hot tears rolled down his face.”The only important thing right now is getting you to a hospital.” Whispered Luka as he scooped up Jace in his shaking arms.

End of Chapter 3

Dead

Chapter 4

Dead

Rory found himself, in a cold Wooden Box. His face was covered in cuts and bruises, but he still had the white rose in the palm of his bloody hand. A shiver chilled his spine, as he felt the cool air hit him. He looked out one of the holes in the box trying to find out where his location was. He was still dazed on what had happened. He had no idea where he was, no idea what had happened, he just wanted to go home and be safe in Luka’s warm arms.
All he saw was Snow; all he heard was the rumble of an engine and the chat of two Russian men. He nestled back into the position he woken up to when he felt a kick at the box.

“Hey are you awake yet damn brat?!” shouted one of the men in Russian. Rory sat and remained quiet.
“If Vladimir finds out you were kicking his son, he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you!” whispered one of the men.
“Son?” Rory said silently, but apparently one of the men heard him.
“Yeah son, you’re the son of the brutal Killer Vladimir Vailiev! The flesh and blood of the second Adolf Hitler. Doesn’t that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?” This was the last thing Rory wanted to hear. He couldn’t imagine anything worse. He was just taken away from his beloved and now he’s the son of the person everyone in the world hates. The murderer of men, the one who defies god, The man who kills and burns children, the man with no heart, no mercy.
“Lay off of him Ivan!” shouted the other man.
“What does he even want with me…?” questioned Rory, who felt relived that he knew Russian.
“We don’t exactly know, he wouldn’t tell us, he just said that we had to go kidnap you. But I bet he doesn’t know how hard it is trying to get into that country!”
Rory didn’t have any further questions. He just sat dazed, thinking about Luka. He huddle up in the thin jacket he had on, trying to stay warm in the intensely cold weather. “Where the hell am I anyways?”
“You are in Mother Russia!” exclaimed the man who goes by Ivan.
“I-I’m in Russia?”
“Most certainly.” Said the man who seemed to be nicer than Ivan.
“… What did you do to my friend…?”
“What the older one? We took care of him. He’s slowly withering in that big house of yours, waiting for someone to rescue him!” shouted Ivan.
“Luka… He’s going to come for me… and he’s gonna make all of you sorry bastards pay!!” Shouted Rory, in a grim voice.
Before Rory knew it, he passed out. He had totally forgotten about the giant gash in the back of his head, and how much blood he had loss.
While he was unconscious, he had a dream. Not really a dream, it seemed like it at first, but it turned into a nightmare. He dreamt about being in his garden, sitting on the edge of the fountain, holding hands with Luka, resting his head on his firm shoulder. But then the flowers turned into a blood curdling red, and a bunch of soldiers’ ran out to the garden, pointing guns at Rory. Then Rory felt Luka let go of his hand. When he looked up to face Luka, He had a gun pointed at Rory’s head. “Good night Rory.” He said kissing his cheek and Shooting him. Rory could feel the bullet go through his skull. But instead of dying, he stayed there for 30 seconds, screaming his head off, as he felt the warmth of the blood fall down to his face. He started crying and couldn’t tell if it was blood or tears anymore that he was feeling on his face. The agony was unbearable, He wasn’t sure if it was the pain of the bullet, or the thought of betrayal he was screaming about, but before he knew it, he hit his head on the top of the wooden box, cursing under his breath.
He had woken up in a cold sweat, His voice was sore and his throat was burning like hell. His eyes were also swollen and tears were leaking from them. “Hey Rory, are you all right?” asked the nicer man.
“… Why do you care…?” he snapped.
“Well you are kind of my little brother you know!” Great more surprises, now he was being kidnapped by his father AND his older brother.
“Oh so now you’re my brother!”
“Yup! Names Demetrius Vailiev, But you can call me Demy.” He exclaimed laughing under his breath.
“And let me guess, Ivan is our... cousin?”
“What? Don’t be ridiculous! The only other family members we have is our little brother, Anya Vailiev, and Vladimir’s five wives. And I don’t really know any of our other family members.”
“Tell the kid to shut up Demy! We’re almost at the gates!” When Rory heard that, he quit moving at once. When the truck came to a stop, Rory peered out through a small hole in the crate. He saw a large iron gate, snow covering everything, barbed fences every were, and in near distance he could see a very very large building, he looked almost like a giant capitol building, and in the far off distance he could see a city, that he assumed was Moscow. The truck was surrounded by soldiers that started talking to the driver than two soldiers came near the back. He couldn’t see Demy but he could hear his voice.
“Hello Commander Demetrious, The Warden had us sent here to check what you were bringing to your father.”
“Just the 3 orders of Bazookas he bought. You can check one of the boxes if you don’t believe me.”
“No need, I trust you enough, carry on.” He said, hitting the side of the truck two times with his hand.
It didn’t take long to reach the building. And when they got there it seemed to be barren.”Why do I have to be put in a crate anyways?” questioned Rory.
“Because we can’t trust a brat we just kidnapped to not try and run away!” snapped Ivan.
He took the box Rory was in off the truck and threw it on the ground. Rory hit the hard ground with a thud, cursing under his breath. Then Demy cracked it open with a crow bar. When Rory saw Demy for the first time, he didn’t think they were brothers, but the way he could tell was they both had the same silver eyes. But Demy had dark navy hair, and he was very tall, taller than Luka anyways. He actually looked very beautiful, and way to feminine to be a soldier. If he didn’t sound like a boy and dressed like a boy, he could be mistaken for a girl.
Ivan put shackles on Rory’s wrist that were chained together. Rory started to shiver furiously, mainly because he was no were near dressed for Russia. He was wearing a thin hoodie with some blue jean shorts and they were both blood drenched. All the color in his skin was about gone, he didn’t know if it was because he was cold, or if it was because of all the blood he lost. For some reason, he felt comfortable around Demy, even though he’s only known him for an hour, and he’s the one that took him away from Luka. He was too fatigued to fight back until he saw Ivan’s Knuckles. They were scrapped up and blood drenched.
“D-did, a-are you the one who hit j-Jace?” he questioned in a grim tone.
“Who that old man? Yeah and he was way too easy to!” he laughed. In a split second, Rory was ontop of Ivan, chocking him with the cuffs on his arms. Demy started trying to pull him off, but tripped trying to. Then in all the commotion, the giant doors swung open, and Then Rory was slapped in the ace, the force was so hard that he went flying off of Ivan.
“That is enough!” Shouted the man. Rory spat bloody spit at Ivan before trying to get up. Demy successfully made it up before Rory did, and he stood in a salute. It took Rory a few seconds for his vision to focus before he could make out the man. When he finally did, his mind swept him off his feet. The man looked just like him. There was no mistake; he had to be Vladimir Vailiev, Rory’s father and basically The 2 Adolf Hitler. “ Oh my dear Rory, it’s been too long since that bitch stole