Bad Memories (Open)

[Nikolai Boryenko]

Country: Stalingrad, Russia
Current Time:800 Hours
Weather Conditions: A storm has just passed over without raining. About 58 degrees Fahrenheit

The sun hit Nikolai's face, warming it instantly as he looked up to the sky. Who will be next, Lord? He thought to himself as he gripped his Rosery tighter in his hand. He looked up until a cloud passed over the sun and blocked it. Wind blew, rubble fell from a fallen building. Nikaolai looked out of the corner of his eye to see what it was, nothing. He looked down and started walking. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew he was going.

In the distance Nikolai could see a very familiar house. He couldn't recall the place exactly, but it was like he had seen it in his dreams before. He walked to it and touched the door. He pulled it open and walked in. He saw dust and a few pictures. He picked one up and dusted it off. He loked closely then realization dawned on him. "Aristarkh." He said under his breathe. His face tensed as he looked into the eyes of his cousins, uncle, and aunt. He had gotten news of his aunt's passing. He never really knew the family very well, but when he saw them all he got along with them well. All of them. He remembered Nicolai, because they had the same name only one different letter. They were both named Nikolai due to their grandfather having the same name. The next he recalled was Alekhandra. He remembered her being a very kind girl and would always play with Anna. Then there was Aristarkh. He remembered liking him the most as a child. They shared the same interests and likings.

The picture caught a glint and brought Nikolai back to reality. He placed it back on the battered table. He recited a short verse and touched his head, chest, and both shoulders. Just then he heard the door creak. He whipped up his rifle before it was halfway open and layed behind a torn up couch making him almost unnoticeable.

[Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko]

Memories, Memories.
none of them good yet nor were they upsetting. The stroll down the old street had made him feal very uneasy. the weather had gone, not much for the rain Arsitarkh was but he deffinatly loved to hear it hit the windows. Not many houses in Stalingrad had windows anymore. Hitler and his damned bombs had blown the whole city to the shits. The houses were falling apart and began to slowly decay as the weather became worse. Breezes blew through out Stalingrad but yet Aristark felt of nothing. Nothing. The houses all loked worse then the older houses in the streets of Leningrad. When walked down the street of his house he noticed something. The door was opened. Who was in there? And most sertainly why were they in there? Knowing that there wouldnt be much of a problem there he continued his steps toward the older houses that was decaying and was a holder of many of his memories. The door lay there broken and open. hearing footsteps into the house he knew that someone was in there. Couldnt be a German as they would never stray into enemy territory this deep. Walking into the house he set his gun into the small pocket in the floor. Damn it my father tried very hard to fix that, thought Aristarkh as he kept walking in towards the liveing room. "is anyone here!" yelled aristarkh.

[Nikolai Boryenko]

The door came open. Nikolai was ready to pull the trigger. He heard Russian. "Is anyone here?" The voice said. Say nothing Nikolai, say nothing. He kept hidden, training his rifle on the possible target. He had no trust for anyone, even his own allies. They were all men, and all able to take the lives of others. Why not mine? He had always said to himself. As the man moved away Nikolai slowly got up, making no sound and leaving his rifle on the floor. He slowly walked behind the man, knife drawn. He came closer, ever closer. He quickly put his hand under the man's chin and pulled it up pressing his blade to his throat. "Who are you?" Before the man could answer Nikolai turned the man around and pushed him onto the couch. "Tell me, now." He said threatiningly. He could see the star on the man's uniform as well as the rank insignia on his arm. What really interesting Nikolai, though, was the other patch the man wore. It was that of a snipers.

The knife slid back into it's sheath and Nikolai took a step back. "You know, it is one thing to basicly kick the door open, but to yell out your position? Who gave you that patch?" Nikolai said with some coldness and disgust in his voice. He peered at the man, waiting for a response.

[Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko]

WAlking into the house Aristarkh had seen it all. some type of rude person had been in hear looking thoru out the very expsensive things in the house. Not wanting any trouble he kept his mouth shut knowing someone was inside of the house. Better yet in the room. Waiting for something to happen Aristarkh had looked at the floor, better yet his boots that were black yet covered with mud. Never washed them sence he got them. Never saw the need for it he guessed. Hearing a quick rush of footsteps Aristarkh Grabbed the knife that was strapped to his chest. Keeping it in hand he waited until a knife went acrossed his throat. Poorly placed Aristarkh pulled out of the hold and slashed at the man just missing. Swinging around only to hear the man ask him who he was. Im not answering that thought Aristarkh As the man grabbed him again. Nothing was happening now as he stood there waiting for his death. Waiting to see his mother. "You know, it is one thing to basicly kick the door open, but to yell out your position? Who gave you that patch?" Then suddenly said the man as he let go of him.

Cracking his neck he Aristarkh Said loudly with a snarl "i gave it to my self." He said as he brushed his neck looking for blood. Still not saying any thing he stood there, back to the man waiting for another poorly placed move so that Aristrakh could then again attack the man and most likely kill him. Standing there he felt and heared nothing. Nothing. Oncve again he heared nothing from this man.

[Nikolai Boryenko]

The knife cut through the air, swiftly and violently. It missed Nikolai by inches, it didn't phase him at all though. His nerves were as hard as steel, his heart didn't miss a beat. He even gave a little scoff after the knife had missed. He was as calm as ever. The man cracked his neck and yelled at Nikolai. "I gave it to myself." He said. Did you now? Nikolai thought to himself. He moved to his rifle and picked it up. He then walked over to a chair close to the door, where he placed the rifle up against the wall and sat. He stayed silent. He silently stared at the man, looking intently with a piercing gaze.

After a few minutes of silence Nikolai felt he should speak, but he didn't. He sat there still examining. After a few more minutes he sneered at the man and stood up. "Time is not something I like to waste." He said in an even, calm tone. He picked up his rifle and moved to the door. He gripped the knob and turned it. "Good luck, Arky." He then opened the door and started walking. He wanted to be alone. That's really all he ever wanted. Nikolai loved being alone, it gave him time to think and he knew nothing could judge him or make fun of him. The worst thing he knew about being alone was the memories that always seemed to stir up. He always had a thought then it would lead to his brother or his mother. As much as he wanted to talk to Aristarkh and catch up, he didn't want the memories that came with it. So he just kept walking through the rubble filled streets, keeping his mind clear of any thoughts.

[Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko]

Still Standing there in the middle of the room Aristarkh thought about who this man could be. Did he know him, and most part who the fuck was he to attack him. Not being able to catch a glimpse of the man's face when Aristarkh slashed at him so he thought a picture in his head. What the hell would he be doing search his house thought Aristarkh as he began to turn slowly but not fast enough to catch any of the face. Foot step phased him as they stopped and the old chair that his mother would sit in and watch the kids play from the window creaked. Now he is sitting in my furniture eh? Thought Aristarkh as he put a snear to his face and wanting to punch this man into the face and beat him until he couldnt sit in that chair anymore. He didnt though as he kept his nerves to the down low to the fact that he didnt want to get out of his calm train of thought. "Time is not something I like to waste." this man said once again. Thinking to himself Aristarkh said, Well what dont you waste you god forsaken thief? The man must have got up as Aristarkh heard the chair creak once again and then footsteps that led to an opening of the door. "Good luck, Arky." Said once more.

Now he understood who it was. One of the only surviveing family memebers of his life that were still alive. Turning around fast he grabbed his rifle straping it to himself then walking quickly towards the man. "Damn it Nikolai." Aristarkh said as he spun his lost cousin around and punching him straight in the face. "fuck you." Aristarkh said as Nikolai droped to the ground holding his face.

[Nikolai Boryenko]

Nikolai turned to see a fist slam right into his temple. He dropped to a knee while holding his head. He gave a little snicker as he felt a little blood trickle from above his eye. "You really should treat your family with more kidness, comrade." He said adding emphasis on the last word. He got back up to his feet andstood there for a second, just so he could look Aristarkh in the eyes. He didn't want to get to know him as a friend, as a brother. "You never really did have a nice way about you, did you?" Nikolai said as he turned and started waling towards the outskirts of the city. He always liked watching the enemy. Just to see if they were truly human.

He laid there, still, silent, unmoving. A piece of tarp over himself as he peered through his scope at the Germans. They were just out of range, but he didn't want to kill them. He just wanted to watch. "Let us see if you truly are human." Nikolai said under his breathe. "If you're still with me Arky. Keep close." He said as he rubbed some dirt on his face and wrapped the tarp around his shoulders for camoflauge. He crawled closer and closer. He wanted to get in range. He wanted to kill.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

N. Boryenko - 3CP

A. Boryenko - 2CP

You each had a short post.

-JT