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The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983
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|Subject: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Sun Jan 13, 2013 4:10 am|| |
For our honor, for our families, for our present, for our future. We are the resistance.
Date: September 26th, 2130
Name: Nikita Franchot
Log: A year and a month has gone by without much progress, people are still dying and the government still stands firm. The population is almost out of food and our crops refuse to grow due to the massive contamination the president has left upon us in hopes to extinguish us all. The army hasn't been called down from protecting the palace.
Outside countries refuse to lend us a hand, or perhaps they haven't gotten our cries for help. Either way, the citizens of Alexandria stand alone.
"Care to add anything to your log, Nicholai?" Nikita asked holding out the very old tablet to her brother, in which she logged every morning and every night in hopes that it would prove itself to be a very valuable item either to serve as proof to the other countries, or to write down in the history books if the people ever won the war.
"No," he sighed as he polished his gun, apparently having been deep in thought before his sister interrupted. "Do you really think we can win this war?"
The question caught Nikita off guard, so much it took her a few seconds to get her thoughts together. She gently placed the tablet on the table before fixing all her attention on Nicholai.
"Why wouldn't we?"
"Typical, you answer one question with another," he put the gun in his pocket, "it's been a year, a year of a war that began with a stupid argument. It's gone from the people protesting against the money that was meant to be used for our healthcare and now we have nothing. The government has taken everything from us because we're 'ungrateful' and we 'deserve nothing', it started with healthcare, now it's food, clothing, our homes; everything we need to survive is being taken away from us."
"Well isn't that an even bigger reason to fight? To take back what's ours and make the government realize that without us they're nothing?" Nikita frowned and put on her goggles, "come on, we're going to be late."
She put on her utility belt and stuffed her weapons into it and she put on her gas mask, her brother followed suit.
They both stood at the door of their home and made sure that their gas masks were tightly secured before storming out so they could close the door quickly, trying to prevent the outside air from going inside.
It was a very cold morning, Nikita looked up at the sky to try to see the sun but everything looked brown. She could hear birds above but she could not see them either,she could also hear airplanes, which were likely to be throwing more contaminants into the air as the president had ordered every morning.
She took out her gun and listened carefully once the plane left, listening for any chirps that seemed to be remotely close and she fired, a dove fell to the ground a few feet away, singed by the laser. She took the animal and stuffed it in her bag.
"Breakfast," she smiled at Nicholai though he couldn't see with the mask.
Nicholai gave his little sister a thumbs up before looking around.
"He should be here by now, it's not common for him to take so long."
"Maybe he's getting breakfast too."
Join date: 2013-01-12
Location: Vitaly Pavel
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Sun Jan 13, 2013 6:38 am|| |
Looking down at his watch, Mikael Drayloch realized that he was late for his meeting with Nikita and Nicholai. He was never late, so he knew they’d be worried about him. In these days of war, it was common for people to leave home only to never return. He’d already gone through that. He lost his own twin brother, Jamison, shortly after contaminates started being dropped daily. His brother’s gas mask hadn’t been tightly secured, and being the smaller, sicklier of the two, had died in agony. He’d died a few days after being exposed.
Shaking the guilty feeling that he felt daily for surviving, Mikael secured his gas mask tightly. Running out the door, he was happy he’d installed that self-shutting door. He didn’t want that crap getting in the only place he had left. It had been left to him and his brother, but it was only his now. Checking his holster, he felt the cool steel of his gun. He’d hoped to never have to use it, but he knew the time was coming, he just wasn’t sure when.
Hopping onto the motorcycle that had been Jamison’s, he revved the motor, and took off. Heading towards Nikita and Nicholai’s house, he started worrying again. Would this war ever be over? Would he ever be able to avenge his brother’s death, and rid himself of the guilt?
So many questions, but none of them he knew the answer to. He needed to get to Nicholai and Nikita before they began worrying. Stopping the motorcycle, he’d realized the sound he’d been hearing since leaving, was his stomach rumbling. Hopping off, he listened quietly for any sounds of life. Hearing something off to his side, he took his gun out of his holster quite slowly, as not to scare whatever he’d heard. Taking the safety off, he aimed at the source of the noise. Seeing a squirrel running off to a tree in the distance, he shot as quickly as he could.
The squirrel dropped to the ground and Mikael ran quickly to it, and grabbed it up. Examining it, he saw no signs that it had been damaged by the gasses. He shoved the carcass in his rucksack, and hightailed back to his mode of transportation.
Hopping back on the seat, he gunned it towards the only friends he had left in this war-torn world.
Join date: 2010-09-19
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Wed Jan 16, 2013 3:22 am|| |
Two. Three. Four. Five and Six. The birds kept falling with each shot Nikita blasted to the skies in search of food. She was about to send another shot into the air but noticed another noise. Nicholai noticed it too, so he dragged his sister to a dark alley.
"What do you figure that is?" Nikita whispered, clutching on to her brother's shirt.
Nicholai listened as the sound got closer.
"It sounds like a... motorcycle..." He smacked his forehead and chuckled at his momentary stupidity. It wasn't someone from the capitol, it was Mikael going to meet them. He could breathe easier now though, his best friend was safe.
They both walked out of the alley and smiled at the sight, Mikael was alive and well, he was not another victim.
"Just a second." Nicholai gave a nod of his head before turning around to open the garage door, he didn't want to risk taking their motorcycle out before Mikael got there in fear that the army might come and confiscate it even though he knew it wasn't likely. The president hadn't been sending any of his men out here in fear that they might perish like his civilians.
He looked both ways before pushing out the vehicle to make sure there was no one around, Nikita closed the garage door before hopping on behind her brother.
"Full speed!" She shouted with a giggle, Nicholai chuckled before he revved the engine towards their destination.
It was about an hour before they reached it, and they could tell they were late by the short line at the entrance. Quickly they parked the motorcycles and ran to the door. One by one the civilians entered until it was their turn.
"ID please." The guard said and Nikita showed her identification badge. "You know the drill."
Nikita nodded and stepped inside through the clear glass doors and stood infront of another, the door shut tightly and she was sprayed from head to toe with a sanitizing spray. A minute passed before the door in front of her opened and she was able to proceed to the underground base.
The same procedure was done with Nicholai and Mikael.
"Finally!" Nikita shouted taking off her goggles and her gas mask, thankful now that she could breathe the clearest air she could since last week. She ran over to the kitchen and threw her bag on the counter. "Six doves was the best I could do for today, please make sure to completely boil them before cooking them, okay?"
The chef nodded before taking the bag and emptying it.
"You keep singeing your food, I told you to use the BB gun for hunting."
"Last time I did that I swallowed the BB and I was in the hospital for a week, is that what you want, Jaques?" Nikita raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not," Jaques sighed before smiling at her, "sorry, it's just that you know it takes me longer to cook them in this condition and I have many people to cook for and..." he trailed off as Nikita went over to him, she kissed his cheek and his face went red causing her to giggle. "I'll do my best."
"Thank you," she smiled before running off to the conference room.
"I thought something happened to you," Nicholai sighed, putting an arm around Mikael's shoulders, "I was starting to worry, I wouldn't know what I'd do if I lost you too, you know..."
Nikita was about to tackle her brother but she noticed something, something she had been noticing for a while now. Nicholai seemed to be more attached to Mikael than ever, and it was a bit odd. So out of character for Nicholai to show so much emotion for someone ever since their parents were killed for breaking into the supermarket that was ordered to be closed down by the president so the people would starve. That was before the citizens began to grow their own crops.
She bit her bottom lip and backed away as quietly as she could, not wanting to interrupt them.
"Five minutes until the town meeting." Said a man over the speakers, people began to take their seats.
"Why were you late?" Nicholai asked in a whisper to his best friend, "did anyone try to hold you up?"
Join date: 2013-01-12
Location: Vitaly Pavel
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Thu Jan 17, 2013 2:44 am|| |
As Mikael approached Nikita and Nicholai’s house, he heard gunfire. He chuckled silently to himself. Sounds like Nikita found breakfast. I wonder if she got anything good, cause the squirrel I found sure doesn’t sound very appetizing. As Mikael rounded the corner, he saw them walking out of the darkened alleyway. Flashing a brilliant smile at the pair, he noticed they both smiled at him in relief.
Waiting for the duo to get their own motorcycle out, he smiled at the antics of the pair. Nikita and Nicholai were closer than most siblings he knew. The only ones he knew closer were Jamison and he. He had a sister too, named Lorelai. She’d joined the governmental forces. She was going out of her way to try to find Mikael and end his pitiful life.
After arriving at the building, and being sanitized, Mikael felt so much better. He and Nicholai headed off to the conference room.
“Don’t worry Nicholai,” reliped Mikael. “No one tried to hold me up, I got up late. You know how I am. I’m sorry I worried you,” Mikael said sheepishly.
He looked up, and noticed Nikita backing away slowly whilst biting her lip. Why does she have a look like that? What did I do wrong?
“Come on Nicholai, let’s catch up to Nikita, and find seats,” said Mikael, dragging Nicholai with him.
Mikael noticed that Nicholai seemed to stick to him more, but he didn’t care. Mikael seemed to cling to Nicholai more too. They were best friends, and Nicholai was Mikael’s rock. They seemed to need each other close. Mikael was contemplating moving closer to Nikita and Nicholai. At least this way, Lorelai wouldn’t have any idea where he lived.
Catching up with Nikita, he was overcome with shyness about asking them. He didn’t want to overstep his bounds, so he bit his tongue.
Join date: 2010-09-19
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Sat Jan 19, 2013 4:12 am|| |
Nicholai sighed, in all honesty he wanted to sit alone with Mikael. He loved his sister to death, but in times like these he had no privacy, he wanted to be able to talk with Mikael and catch up in the week's events. But, if he didn't sit with his sister then she would suspect something from him, and he didn't want that either.
He sat between Mikael and Nikita and twiddled his thumbs as he waited anxiously for the meeting to begin.
"What's wrong with you?" Nikita whispered to Nicholai as she took her notepad and pen out, "you'd think you would be more relaxed down here than back at home."
"just... take notes." Nicholai cleared his throat and put his hands in his pockets.
Nikita raised an eyebrow, but decided to shrug off her brother's weirdness.
The Resistance's theme played over the speakers as President Nial walked to the stage to take her place at the podium. Once the theme ended she smiled at the civilians of Alexandria.
"Welcome all to the 56th meeting of the Resistance, may peace be with you!"
"And with you as well." The room echoed.
"I come bearing great news, everyone who attended the 55th meeting is here today, meaning there have been no casualties!" The room applauded, "and whom do we have to thank? Miss Nikita Franchot for designing our clothing and her excellent use of brown tones that allow us to blend in with the fog that surrounds us."
More applause, Nikita turned red as she stood up to bow at the others.
"I thank you for your acknowledgement, dear president. But I come with a request as well, I am out of fabric and dye."
"This was expected," the president motioned for someone out of the stage to come forward, and in came a man dragging a big cart full of blood stained clothes, "no use for the dead, are they? In times of need we must work with what we've got, and this is what you must work with."
Nikita bit her bottom lip, thinking the idea was completely repulsive, but she sighed and nodded.
"Thank you, president Nial."
Nial gave a nod and smiled.
"This load and more will be waiting in front of your house for you, I expect at least three dozen articles of clothing for the next meeting."
"Yes, ma'am." Nikita sat down and wrote everything down on her notepad.
"Right, now to the next order of business..." Nial looked at the list in front of her, "Mikael Drayloch, our watchman. Have we had any visitors from the capitol?"
Join date: 2013-01-12
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|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Mon Jan 21, 2013 12:51 am|| |
Clearing his throat, Mikael stood up. “Thank you, President Nial. There has only been one visitor from the capital. But it has been her sole mission to kill me and only me. I don’t even think she knows that I am part of the Resistance.”
Looking around, Mikael sighed heavily. “You all know this person as Lorelai Polssman, wife to the head of the government. But unfortunately she is my sister. She knows where I currently reside, and has no qualms about killing me.”
Looking at Nikita and Nicholai, he realized that being a part of the Resistance made them more of a target than he’d realized. But since she knew where his current residence was, he was going to have to go underground if Lorelai ever found out that he was part of the Resistance.
“President, I know that this may not be possible, but because Lorelai knows where I live,” Mikael paused, taking a deep breath, “I feel I may need to move if at all possible.”
Sitting down, Mikael sighed heavily. He usually didn’t like people to know his personal business, but this directly involved everyone in the Resistance. He felt he should be forthcoming, as he was the watchman. Looking up, at the president, Mikael tried to calm his breathing.
Breathe slowly, if you breathe slowly, you won’t cry. No one here needs to see you cry. You are the watchman, no need to be a sniveling baby.
Steeling himself, Mikael stood back up. “I’m sorry about that President Nial. I have an idea if I was able to move. We need to find a way to destroy my current home. That way the Government thinks that I am a mere casualty of war.”
Sitting down, Mikael resolved that no matter what they agreed to, he’d not hold it against anyone. As it was his own stupidity that had gotten him into this mess.
Join date: 2010-09-19
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Mon Jan 21, 2013 4:28 am|| |
Murmurs filled the room at the recent confession, everyone knew what this meant: if Mikael was discovered, they would all pay the consequences. The murmuring got louder and louder until the president pounded her gavel, gaining everyone's attention.
"Quiet, everyone!" Nial said calmly as she looked through her papers, "there are no empty homes at this moment, so I'm afra--"
"We'll take him in," Nicholai got up, holding Nikita's hand so she would stand up too, he bit his lip realizing he had interrupted the president, "sorry, ma'am, but seeing as this is an important matter I felt it was imperative that I get my voice heard. We have an extra room in our house, Mikael can stay with us."
"Nicholai, what the--"
"Your house is not even remotely close to the entrance of the city, who is going to stand watch?" Nial raised an eyebrow.
"I am more than willing to take the risk, to go there with him and stand watch out in the open."
Nial observed Nicholai, noting his serious expression. She wrote on her papers and crossed on it as well before looking at Mikael.
"Mr. Drayloch, you have been re-positioned to the Franchot household, you have five hours to collect your things before we deliver a bomb to your residence. Please make sure to collect everything you need otherwise you'll lose them forever."
Nicholai sat down and smiled at Mikael.
"You know you can always count on us," he ruffled Mikael's hair.
Nikita was a bit puzzled but didn't question anything, she sat down and kept her mouth shut not wanting to interrupt the president any longer. She was a little saddened though, because the extra room used to belong to their parents, she guessed she would move that room and give Mikael her room.
The meeting continued for another hour discussing the crops that for some miracle had managed to grow and speaking with the scientists as to how they could make our way of life easier. Their latest achievement is a stronger air purifier, but it would be more expensive. Even in times of war, we had to pay for our things. Then the president spoke with Nicholai and the rest of his team about weapons needed to be beta tested and if they had managed to create new guns.
Nicholai and Nikita were pretty important. She made the clothes and he made the guns, it made for an easier life, getting clothing and weapons for free. Perhaps they could get Mikael in some sort of business too.
The meeting ended and they all headed to the lunch room where Jaques greeted them with the six doves Nikita had shot.
"This smells amazing!" Nikita said in awe, "probably your best work yet," she winked at him, causing him to blush.
"Only the best for you, hon." He smiled, "I'll see you later, I have to get back to the kitchen."
Nikita waved him off before serving herself two doves, she sensed someone was looking at her and it was her brother with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" She asked before taking a bite.
"What's up with you and Jaques?"
Nikita almost choked on her food with laughter, once she managed to breathe and swallow she shook her head.
"I need him on my side, dear brother. How else would we get better treatment than the others?"
"So you're using him?" Nicholai crossed his arms in disapproval.
"It sounds so evil when you say it..." Nikita sighed, but then shrugged and ate her food happily.
Nicholai served himself two doves as well and pushed the remaining two over to Mikael.
"You really should uninstall that self shutting door from your house and bring it to ours," he said to his best friend, "wouldn't serve you any in a blown up house, now, would it?"
Join date: 2013-01-12
Location: Vitaly Pavel
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Wed Jan 23, 2013 3:45 am|| |
Mikael was happy. He was finally going to be out of that house. The house had nothing but bad memories for him now. Ever since his brother had passed away in it, the happiness seemed to have been sucked out. With President Nial destroying it so that witch Lorelai would have no way to find him, hopefully.
He started making a checklist of everything he needed from the house. Family pictures and Jamison’s artwork were musts. He wasn’t going to bother with trivial things like the furniture, unless there were items that Nikita and Nicholai needed to accommodate him. If not for Nicholai, he would have left the self-shutting door still attached to his home.
Smiling at the doves, Mikael inhaled deeply, the tantalizing aroma making his mouth water. Digging in, he remembered he needed to eat regularly. He hadn’t eaten since his breakfast yesterday. After eating the delectable birds sat in front of him, he sat back, sated.
“Well. I have four hours to get my stuff together. I’ll meet up with you guys at your place,” said Mikael standing up, stretching. He groaned softly when his back cracked.
Turning and walking towards the entrance, he got his gas mask readied. Making sure it was tightly secured; he walked back out into the brownish fog. Finding his way to his precious motorcycle, Mikael hopped on it, and let the engine purr beneath him. Kicking it into gear, he sped off towards his soon to be demolished home.
Racing towards his house, he realized that it was like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He actually felt happy for the first time in a very long time. About an hour later, he pulled into his driveway. Jumping off the motorcycle, he rushed to his garage. Opening the garage door, he ran inside, not caring the acrid air was infiltrating the indoors. He grabbed his travel trailer and dragged it outside.
Hooking it up to the back of the cycle, he made sure that the filtration system was operable. Couldn’t have the few meager belongings he was taking with him be damaged by the governmental poisons. He then rushed in his house, and disabled the self-shutting door. Making sure it was propped open, he grabbed all the photos and clothes he could. He made sure that he put those in the trailer, and then went back to get a few more things.
He grabbed a couple of twin sized beds to put in the trailer. Can’t be too sure they even have an extra bed for me, thought Mikael. Then he grabbed the writing desk that used to be Jamison’s. I don’t care if they don’t have room for this, but this is the last thing I have of his. I can’t give it up.
After packing that up, he jumped back on his motorcycle, and listened to the engine rev. Mikael then gunned it, and headed off. A few minutes later, he heard a loud noise behind him.
Turning his head, he saw the homestead decimated by a bomb. Turning back, he had a lone tear slide down his cheek, and he was off to live with Nicholai and Nikita. He started worrying about their safety. How would he keep everyone safe now?
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|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Sat Jan 26, 2013 12:25 am|| |
"Alright, Nikita and I will be going home soon after we take care of some things here," Nicholai smiled and waved Mikael off before continuing with his meal, about to take a bite he noticed his sister was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He sighed and put the meat down, "what now?"
"What's up with you and Mikael?" She blurted out, her head resting on her hand as she observed Nicholai.
"W-what do you mean?" He asked, keeping a straight face even though he stuttered.
"You get really worried and protective over him lately, you say he can move into our home without consulting me f--"
"Do you mind that he's moving in with us?" Nicholai interrupted.
"Then what's the issue?" He interrupted again, "he's our best friend, and we've already lost enough friends, haven't we?"
"Yes," Nikita sighed, "we have, you're right..."
"Of course I'm right, I'm the oldest," Nicholai chuckled before messing up his sister's hair, "c'mon let's finish up here so we can meet up with Mikael."
Nikita nodded and they both stood from the table, taking their plates with them as they walked so they could finish their meal. Nikita got new scissors, thread, needles and other things she needed to get to work on the new clothes she had to make while Nicholai got more bullets with some of the money he had left from the week.
Walking to the exit, they put on their gas masks and goggles and walked out of the building, both sets of glass doors shutting tightly behind them.
"I've got a surprise for you," Nicholai said to Nikita, "follow me."
Nikita, a little puzzled, followed Nicholai to the parking lot where they walked over to a black motorcycle.
"Tada!" Nicholai said as he gave his sister a little push closer to the bike, "I know your birthday isn't for a few more weeks, but... I wanted to give you this in case anything happened to either one of us before then..."
There was a small awkward silence between them, it was true, in these times you never knew which day would be your last, for all they knew they could die right there. Nikita hugged her brother tightly.
"Thank you so much..." She was about to wipe her eyes until she remembered she had her goggles on, "but how did you afford it?"
"Nial gave me a hefty discount after presenting the new weapons I made, plus she n=knew your birthday is coming up and you do design her clothes." Nicholai chuckled, "hop on and let's get going, Mikael will be waiting for us."
"Right," Nikita did as told and once Nicholai reached his bike they sped off back to their house.
An hour later they reached their residence, just in time to hear the loud BOOM in the distance, and the faint ember-y glow from the explosion. The fog couldn't let them see much, but they were pretty sure Nial had taken care of Mikael's house. Observing the faint glow, they waited for their best friend to come to his new home.
Join date: 2013-01-12
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|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Sun Jan 27, 2013 11:19 pm|| |
Mikael was thankful that he’d gotten out of the house and slightly down the road just in time. Seeing a vehicle speeding towards him, he pulled over to the side of the road behind some dried out shrubbery. Killing the engine, he jumped off the motorcycle, and knelt down beside it. The vehicle, apparently not seeing him, kept driving towards the demolished house.
He stood up and went slightly more to the road, and watched the vehicle. His breath caught in his throat when he realized who it was. The long blonde hair and the god awful pink gasmask gave it away. Lorelai, his mind screamed, that vulture! Mikael strained to hear if she’d said anything, but the gasmask made it impossible to hear at such a distance. He then saw Lorelai get back in her vehicle and drive back towards him slowly. Lying down behind his cycle, he watched carefully. He strained to see if he could hear her talking, and silently cheered when he’d heard finally.
“His house is completely gone, vaporized, sweetie, no signs of life. I’m pretty sure he’s dead.” said Lorelai. “I can devote my time to starting a family.”
Mikael inwardly cringed. That cow starting a family with him? Those are gonna be some ugly kids. Good way to find out your wife had major plastic surgery because she was hideous.
Waiting until the vehicle was completely out of site, Mikael jumped on his own motorcycle. Revving the engine, he started back towards Nikita and Nicholai’s house. He wanted to say it was his house as well, but he was truly just a guest in their house. He knew he had to keep them and everyone else safe. Today proved that Lorelai would have stopped at nothing to kill him.
Slowly, he realized he was approaching the house where he would be staying. Looking fondly at the house, he couldn’t wait to hug Nicholai and Nikita and make sure they were kept safe.
Turning off his motorcycle, he climbed off and approached his friends who were waiting for him.
"Well, I got everything of value. Including the self-shutting door," Mikael said, winking at Nicholai.
Join date: 2010-09-19
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Fri Feb 01, 2013 3:25 am|| |
"Brilliant!" Nicholai smiled, patting Mikael's back, "let's get you settled in, shall we?"
He opened the door, and in a matter of seconds the living room was filled with the brown fog that surrounded the town, one by one they unloaded everything inside, being specially careful with the artwork, and lastly they installed the self shutting door.
"Nikita, turn on the generator!" Nicholai shouted to his sister.
"Alright!" She shouted from the outside and turned on the generator, which in turn triggered the air purifying system. In minutes the house was free of fog once more. She waited a bit so the house could get cooled off inside and turned it off, she looked around to make sure no one was looking and opened the garage to put away the motorcycles, once down she closed the door and went inside the house. Nikita looked around at all the items Mikael brought, took off her mask and goggles, and sighed, "I'm not sure all of this is gonna fit in my ro-"
"We'll make it fit," Nicholai interrupted, before smiling at Mikael, "well, this is your home now, mate, feel free to look around if you want, considering you've never actually been here before."
Nikita frowned but shook her negative emotions out, Mikael was in trouble and it was her duty to make sure Alexandria didn't lose any more civilians, she did the right thing. Though she couldn't help but feel a little left out.
"I'll go move my stuff to mom and dad's room..." She bit her bottom lip before going down the hallway and reached the door that hadn't been opened in months.
She turned the knob and the door opened with a slight squeak. Everything remained the same, the bed, the items on the dresser, the towels in the bathroom. It still smelled of the perfume her mother always used to wear, her father's suit still hung on the closet door. Tears ran down Nikita's face as she took everything in, standing there unwilling to move from the door frame.
"I miss them too, you know," Nicholai said, placing a gentle hand on his sister's shoulder, "they'd be proud of us for making it this far on our own, and they'd be proud of us for helping a person in need."
Nikita nodded and wiped her tears away.
"Yeah, I know... just... try not to forget that I'm your sister and he's our friend. Regardless of anything that happens, family is priority."
He felt a pang of guilt, he had to admit. It was true that he was pushing his sister aside for Mikael lately, but what could he do? He couldn't limit himself to socializing only with his sister, he'd go completely mad! It was time to move on, to be strong, to start a new life, he couldn't let himself stay stuck in the past...
"I won't forget," he smiled and kissed the top of his sister's head before leaving to the living room.
Nikita smiled too, before moving everything she had in her old room to the new one. Her sowing machine and kit, her mannequins, her desk, her clothes, everything, was now neatly stored in her new room.
"Well, there's more space here, that's a plus..." She said to herself with a smiled before looking at herself in the mirror, "damn, I'm gonna need more dye..." She said as she observed the blonde roots that creeped over her silvery purple hair.
"Nikita! The supplies are here!" Nicholai called.
"Coming!" She ran out of the room to the living room, she peeked through the window and saw the truck with the huge boxes full of fabrics and dye, "that is... a lot..." She put on her gas mask and goggles before walking outside. "To the garage!" She opened the door and the workers unloaded all the boxes in it.
"Make sure you make me a snappy outfit!" One of them said.
"Don't worry, my next designs will he awesome!" She laughed before closing the garage door, waving them off and walking back inside. She took her equipment off and set them on the table before scratching her head, "I've got one week to make 36 articles of clothing..."
"Better get started then, eh?" Nicholai winked, picking up one of Mikael's boxes to take it to his new room. When he came back he was about to pick another up but the doorbell rang, stopping him.
His stomach churned, people from the Resistance didn't ring doorbells, they knocked in morse code.
"Nikita, take Mikael to the basement and hide, it's Lorelai."
Nikita's heart raced.
"Fuck," she muttered before taking Mikael's hand and leading him underground, "I've got to get back, I'm not leaving my brother alone."
She bit her lip before running upstairs.
"Where is Nikita Franchot?" Lorelai questioned.
"Depends on why you're looking for her," Nicholai replied.
"Where is Nikita Franchot?" She repeated.
"No idea," He shrugged.
Nikita stopped at the hallway, they were looking for her. But why? She hadn't set one foot in Foma since the Resistance began, she didn't break any laws that they would be aware of...
"Give us Nikita or we will come in and search for her," a male voice said.
"You don't have a search warrant," Nikita could hear Nicholai chuckle.
"No, but we have guns," Lorelai spoke again before firing at a lamp, pulverizing it, "you could be next."
"No!" Nikita ran out to the living room, "I'm here, I'm Nikita."
"Excellent," Lorelai grinned, "it has come to the President's attention that you are about to turn 21, is that correct?"
"In three weeks, yes," Nikita answered, her voice a bit shaky.
"Then you are eligible to work back at the Capitol," She smiled, "the President is looking for an assistant and he wants you."
"And if I refuse?" Nikita crossed her arms.
"I'm afraid it's not optional, darling," Lorelai sneered, "if you refuse, your brother dies."
"Bullshit!" Nicholai shouted, taking his gun out and pointing it at Lorelai. He received five guns pointing back at him by Lorelai's escorts.
"Nicholai, no!" Nikita ran to her brother and lowered his gun, "I'll go, I'll work for him."
"Great, come with us."
"Now?" Nikita's eyes widened.
"Now," Lorelai walked out of the door and two of her escorts forcefully held Nikita by the arms, while another put on her gear before stepping out.
"Fuck!" Nicholai shouted once they were gone, throwing a vase against the wall, causing it to shatter in many pieces, "fucking hell!" He pulled at his hair, "why couldn't they fucking come for me instead of her!?" He shouted once more. Trying to calm down, he went over to the basement to get Mikael. "Lorelai took Nikita to work at Foma for the President." Tears rolled down his eyes now, "who knows how they'll treat her over there? Who knows if she'll come back every day? What if they kill her, Mikael!?"
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Join date: 2013-01-12
Location: Vitaly Pavel
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Sun Feb 03, 2013 12:47 am|| |
Mikael’s blood ran cold when Nicholai had said Lorelai was outside the door. If Lorelai is here, it can’t be good. After Nikita had put him in the basement, he realized, that by moving here, he’d put them all in danger.
Sitting down on the basement floor, Mikael brought his knees up to his chest. He couldn’t hear anything from upstairs, and the tears were gathering in his eyes. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Mikael , he thought. Standing up, he straightened up his shirt. When he heard the door to the basement open, he crouched down, ready to attack.
Seeing the look on Nicholai’s face, Mikael’s heart shattered. Pulling him in an embrace, he kissed Nicholai’s forehead, and held on to him, as the sobs wracked his body.
Pulling away, Mikael looked into Nicholai’s eyes. “Nicholai, I will not let her get killed. I would rather die myself, than let anything happen to you or Nikita,” stated Mikael, the tears glistening in his own eyes.
Grabbing Nicholai’s hand, Mikael pulled him upstairs. Haphazardly throwing his belongings into his new room, he turned and spied the broken vase on the floor. Mikael then realized if he would have stayed home, Lorelai would have gone after him, and not Nikita. Seeing nothing but red, he started punching the nearby wall until he heard, rather than felt something crack.
Looking down at his hand, he noticed that his knuckles were bleeding, and starting to hurt. Looking at Nicholai, he sniffled, “I think I made your wall bloody. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
With that, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor, sobbing.
“I didn’t do my duty, I’m a complete and utter fucking failure,” yelled Mikael. “I don’t deserve to be your friend.”
Mikael ran into his new room, and grabbed a simple suitcase. He began throwing some of his clothes into it. Shutting the suitcase, and locking it tight, he glanced up on the table beside his bed. There, gleaming in the light, was a single piece of glass. Grabbing it, he reveled at the feel of it in his hand. [i]If I do this, it will all be over. No more guilt over Jamison’s death, or Nikita’s capture. Holding the cool piece of glass to his wrist, the tears started flowing.
Throwing the shard across the room he realized he would have taken the coward’s way out. He couldn’t leave Nicholai alone with Nikita taken.
Walking out of his room, he looked at Nicholai, “Nicholai, I am so sorry. I will do everything in my power to get Nikita back. Even if I have to give myself over to Lorelai.”
Join date: 2010-09-19
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Sun Feb 03, 2013 1:36 am|| |
118, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..., ...119, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..., ...120 Nikita counted the minutes it took her to reach Foma, an exact two hours from the time she was taken til now when they were entering through the gate to reach the Presidential House. The cold air from the limousine causing her to shiver, being used to the how temperatures they were forced to endure back at Vitaly Pavel.
"Cold?" Asked one of the escorts whom had a gun pointed at Nikita for the entire ride.
"No, I'm dancing with joy," Nikita glared, causing the man to chuckle.
"Maybe if you didn't dress like a slut you'd be warmer," the rest of the escorts laughed, Lorelai couldn't hide her smirk.
Nikita lowered her gaze, it was no use getting into an argument with him, she could get herself killed, or worse get her brother and Mikael killed due to her snaps.
They opened the doors of the limo and Nikita instantly held her breath, until she noticed that nobody else was wearing gas masks. She took a small breath to test the environment and then she sighed. The air was so fresh and crisp here, perhaps all the trees in the Antiko Forest prevented the contaminants to reach the Capitol.
"If your people weren't so ungrateful, you could enjoy all of this," Lorelai motioned to all the greenery around them, the birds chirping, the clean air.
"You say 'my people' like we're of a different race than you," Nikita rolled her eyes.
"That's because you are, by defying us you're no longer Alexandrians, you're savages," Lorelai chuckled.
"Bitch," muttered Nikita, sure Lorelai couldn't hear her over her giant ego.
"Is this the new meat?" A security guard asked as he opened the door for them.
"Fresh from the factory," An escort joked.
"I'm gonna get myself a piece of that later!" The guard guffawed.
If Nikita wasn't being held by the escorts, she would have round house kicked him in the face.
Savages... Nikita thought, this is what we've been reduced to, fuckin' savages...
The elevator 'dinged' and opened it's doors, they all crammed themselves in there like sardines. Lorelai pressed the button for floor 50 and in less than three minutes they were already there.
"That was... fast..." Nikita mused, accidentally out loud.
"Only the best for the Alexandrians, right?" Lorelai smirked.
Nikita sighed, she knew now why Mikael hated her so much, she was such a fucking ass.
They went through three more doors before reaching the president's office, Nikita bit her lip,now more nervous than ever. This was her enemy she was going to meet, the one person all the "Savages" wanted to kill with their bare hands, and she was going to work for him.
"Mr. President," Lorelai said in a sexual tone that made Nikita want to gag, "we've brought the new slave."
"Slave?" Nikita scoffed, "I've been reduced to a slave now?!"
One of the escorts punched Nikita's mouth, causing her lower lip to bleed. But she didn't flinch, she didn't cry, her head remained high. Undefeated.
"Strong little bitch, huh?" The escort chuckled, "don't worry, I'll be getting you later."
"Leave us," The president said, "I want to evaluate her on my own."
"We'll be right outside if you need us."
The escorts forced Nikita to sir down on a chair in front of the desk and left. She sat there frozen, not knowing what to do. If she weren't handcuffed she would have risked killing the president herself, but with the cuffs it would be useless. She waited for him to speak, afraid of how he would 'evaluate' her, and what would happen if she failed said evaluation.
Join date: 2013-01-12
Location: Vitaly Pavel
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Sun Feb 03, 2013 3:47 am|| |
“Ah, Nikita. I’m glad you decided to join us,” the president of Alexandria, Jakob Vasilyev, drawled. His voice sickeningly sweet. “Not that you really had much of a choice.”
He slinked towards Nikita, much like a tiger would stalk its prey. “You aren’t dressed much, are you, my dear?” This outfit seemed to have an immediate effect on his libido. It was hard not to squirm as it had become almost painful.
Grabbing her, Jakob pulled her out of the chair. He started running his hands down her body and carded his fingers through her hair. “Hmm…you’ll do nicely. Lorelai will soon be bearing my child, and I need someone to keep my happy and occupied. Yes, you’ll work wonders.”
Pulling Nikita towards him, he began groping her ass and grinding against her front. “See what you do to me? Even Lorelai doesn’t have this effect on me anymore.”
Grabbing her head, he forced his lips upon hers and forced his tongue inside her warm mouth. Panting hard, he stopped the brutal assault on her mouth. Pulling away, he shook his head. “I can’t do too much here. Not with her outside the door. But you pretty much know your place now.”
Straightening his askew outfit, he motioned to Nikita. “You’d better set yourself to rights. I mean I’m sure if Lorelai were to find out, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill your precious brother. But if you fail to keep me happy, hell, I wouldn’t care about killing your brother. Nothing would fucking stop me,” Jakob growled.
"Nikita, since you now know your duties, you are dismissed. Lorelai and the guards will take you back to your pathetic home."
Join date: 2010-09-19
|Subject: Re: The Resistance :: Closed to Michael1983 Sun Feb 03, 2013 5:06 am|| |
If her hands wouldn't have been bounded by those infernal handcuffs, Nikita would have punched him right at the nose by the way he grabbed her.
"Can't really dress much when the bloody temperature is in the 100's," She glared at him, and felt herself give a low growl when he ignored her. "Could you not!?" Nikita tried to get away from him, but the grip he had on her was too firm. Her eyes widened and her heart raced as he grind against her, his hands forcefully grabbing on to her ass so she couldn't escape.
"I am not your--" She was cut off when President Jakob forced his tongue into her mouth, she tried to scream but he wouldn't let her, keeping his hand behind her head. When he pulled away, Nikita felt frozen, unable to move due to the shock of how this man was handling her like some sort of cheap whore.
She wanted to run away, spit in his face, do something. But his words stopped her from moving, he threatened to kill Nicholai.
"I... I'll do as you say," She said, her voice broken. She tried to compose herself, she couldn't cry, not here, not in front of him. Not in front of that bitch Lorelai either.
Lorelai and the escorts went through the door, Lorelai looking quite satisfied with the fear on Nikita's face, unknowing what caused said fear.
"Alright, let's go. The president is a busy man," She winked at her husband, before snapping her fingers.
The escorts once again took her by the arms and got her out of the room, through the three doors and down the elevator. The security guard at the door wolf whistled at Nikita, making her flinch, before the escorts got her into the limousine.
The two hour ride seemed longer than before, she really needed to cry, but if she cried in front of the escorts she would earn quite a few laughs and mocks. She looked at them and noticed one of them looked very familiar, he looked away. The others were staring at her like hungry wolves, she fidgeted uncomfortably, the cuffs giving her major pain on her wrists.
The one that looked familiar began to hum, and Nikita recognized the tune immediately. It was the Resistance's anthem, he looked at her, into her eyes, and Nikita recognized him immediately. It was Jaques.
She wanted to smile, but if she did it would be a dead giveaway, so she lowered her head once again. She knew Jaques was one of the spies for the Resistance, but never did she imagine that he would be so close to the president. Maybe this is the job they picked him for when he turned 21, which made Nikita realize something. She was a spy now too.
Suddenly the horror she went through two hours ago didn't seem so bad, she would be one of the people closest to the man in charge of the war, she would have the most valuable information for the Resistance. But still, the price was too high for that information...
She still felt used, she still felt worthless in the eyes of the 'Alexandrians'. What if the president wanted more than to simply touch her? She had never been with another man before... Suddenly her happiness vanished and was exchanged with worry.
"Here is your schedule," Jaques put a paper inside Nikita's bag, "if you are not waiting out the door by that time, we will go inside your house and destroy anything get gets in the way of getting you, understood?"
Nikita nodded, it was so odd to hear Jaques talk to her like this. She knew it was an act, but it hurt all the same.
Jaques put on Nikita's goggles and gas mask before un-cuffing her. She stepped out of the limo and ran to her house. She could finally cry, she could finally let go all the stress she endured in the hour she spent at Foma.
"Nikita?" Nicholai said walking to the living room, "what did they do? Why are you crying?" He hugged his little sister, "you're alright, you're here now, you're safe." He took off Nikita's equipment so she could be comfortable and cradled her as she sobbed.
"It was horrible," she said, her voice very broken. She looked at Mikael whom was standing in the hallway, "your sisters a real bitch, you know that!?"
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