Post by lain mackney rurik on Jul 30, 2006 9:32:40 GMT -5
The bloody fingertips touched Lain Mackney's cell phone, hoping any number would go through. It rang, and she gasped for more air. She had a bullet through her heart.
"Yooooo, mommy. I'm going to bed soon. Don't worry." Mikhail said into the phone, recognizing the number on his own cell phone. "Mommy?" Mikhail said into his cell phone. "Mommy?" he repeated, his eyes swelling up, turning red as his hand gripped tightly at his door knob. He was fighting back tears.
The only sounds that could be heard on the other line were gasps for air, coughs which resulted in more splattered blood to the floor, and the faint words Lain tried to speak. "Mark..." she had whispered, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to remain calm. Lain didn't want to die. Not yet. "...Call, Jov." she'd managed to spit out.
"See you in hell, Lain. Maybe there, you'll find peace." MarkSkroce said to one of his past lover's. He had just put a bullet in her heart and left her on the cold floor for death.
Mikhail had run down to his sister Monika's room, knocking until she'd opened the door with a messy bed head and in her pyjamas. She'd yawned and been pushed aside while Mikhail dialed his father's cell phone - Jov Rurik, the only father until now that he had known.
Jov was pulled from bed from his cell phone ringing.
"Mom." is all Mikhail said. Jov turned over in bed, there was no one. He stood quickly, moving down the stairs into the kitchen - the only room in the house with the light on. He saw the address scribbled on the piece of paper.
"Get home." he said into his cell phone. "Don't tell the girls." Jov then hung up, running to his room this time, dressing quickly. He moved to the garage, climbing into car, and sped out. Upon arriving at the apartment, he rushed inside, pistol in hand.
Pushing open near every door until he saw his wife's body layed out on the floor.
"Lain!" he yelled, moving to her. Knelt onto the floor in her blood, he pulled her to his chest, her fingers cold and her lips too.
"Don't take this life from me, Lain. Lain, come on, baby." he said. She was still alive, but not for much longer. Too much of a blood loss.
"Te.. te... tell Moni, and.. mik..." she began, coughing up blood onto his shirt. His jaw clenched tightly and he gripped her tighter. 911 was being dialed as he continued to hold her much too tightly.
"Lain, come on baby. You'll be fine." he said. "You'll be fine."
Lain's eyes slowly shut, and Jov's fingers pulled more tightly at her.
"Lain!" he screamed, laying her down, shaking her lightly.
"Lain! Get up!" he yelled, shaking her more roughly, hitting her chest with his balled fist. Jov began to cry for his love, tugging roughly at her clothing.
He looked to his own pistol next to her on the floor. He stared at it. He wanted to place it to his own temple. They would both be in hell for the past, there had been no chance of heaven for them.
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Mikhail had the cell phone pressed to his ear. It had never been turned off.
"What's going on?!" Moni yelled at her brother. Mikhail put his finger to her lips.
"Shh, Moni. Please." he begged, tears in his own eyes.
"Why did you call an ambulance?!" she yelled louder. She was the baby. Moni, so young and only in her first few months at the mi:7 academy.
"Mom's hurt!" he then yelled out. He was certain other students could hear them.
"She called my cell! She's hurt, Moni! Pack your shit!" he continued to yell. He had to be cruel to hold back tears, he had to be strong for his sister's. He had to be strong for his father. Monika stood at the doorway, eyes burning with tears.
"Where is she?!" she yelled, Mikhail stopping in his tracks. Students had excited their rooms, they were staring.
"I don't know." he said, hands balled into fists.
"We've got to leave."
Monika bursted out, she had never been strong. She fell to the floor, and Mikhail forced himself to be the brother he was. He moved down to her, pulling her to his chest, picking her up with his arms around her back. He held her on her feet.
Zeny stepped out of her room. No one had seen her, but the sound of her fist colliding with the wall caught attention, and so did the scream of pain that had escaped her lips.
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The phone rang in Russia, where Nickolos picked up.
"Da." he said, turning to hand over the phone to Amia. She wasn't there.. Lain had never shown up that night. Amia had not been prepared to miss a flight. She had flown back, when she should have looked.
"Yeah?" she said, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. She moved to him. She knew already. She took the phone - confused by the words being said to her. When she understood, she dropped the phone, rolled over and layed halfway off the bed. Amia held her hair back as she vomited onto the bedroom floor.
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The news travelled through MI7. An agent had been taken down by Mark Skroce. The phone records had been pulled. The timing had been set. And with what Mikail had heard over the phone, he'd known. Mark Skroce had murdered Lain Mackney.
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The Rurik children had been forced to pack an overnight bag and go home. Jov had sat at the hospital all night. They had poked his wife with needles, pumped her so much blood it could be a moment of weakness for some to see so much. His face had been burried into his hands for the last 3 hours.
"Mr. Rurik. I'm sorry. Even with support, she won't make it through the night." the doctor said, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. His baby girl was dying, and he could do nothing else but watch her in the hospital bed. Her heart became lower by the hour, and she wouldn't even wake.
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Dawn came, and the Rurik children were sprawled over one another with their father. Jov clutching at his girls, while "his" son sat stiff and cold with Monika's hands pulling at his shirt. The crying could be heard through the hospital wings clearly.