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Shit-lover, off-brusher, jaded bitter joy crusher. [Jul. 7th, 2010|08:24 pm]
Emo Kid Sid
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"Chto delatʹ vy nyeobhodimostʹ? Ya zanyatyĭ chtenie."

"I'm sorry, I still don't understand everything you say."

"I asked you what you're doing. I'm busy reading. You should understand that much by now."

"You talk too fast sometimes. I don't get everything. How am I supposed to know all of Russian all of a sudden anyway?"

"I don't expect you to know it all, I only expect you to try. Stop being so indignant."

"Indignant? I don't know that either. Is that more of your stupid language I'm supposed to know?"

"No, you little brat. It's your stupid English language you're supposed to already know."

"I only wanted to ask you something."

"Well, what is it, then?"

"Nothing. I don't wanna ask anymore."

"Good. Then you'll never know the answer."

"Good! I didn't want an answer anyway!"

"Fine, then."

"I don't like you. I want to go home. Take me back to my mum and dad."

"I don't like you either. And I can't do that."

"Why not? You've kept me here long enough. I'm sick of this place."

"Because they're dead, vy idiot! That's why."

"Dead? Like.... dead?"

"Yes. Dead. Gone. Nonexistent."



"I'm never going to see my mum and dad again?"


"How long have they been dead?!"

"Since we took you and the other children from The Barracks."

"That was a long time ago."

"Only about eight months."

"That's a long time...."

"Not really."

"They were dead for my birthday...."

"You had a birthday?"

"In July."

"Well, happy birthday. Your parents are dead and we're stuck with each other."

"I don't want you! I want to go home!"

"I don't want you either!" Mikhail stood up and pushed Levi to the floor. "You can go rot in the ground with your fucking parents, for all I care!" He stalked toward the front door, leaving the boy on his own. "You just sit there and cry your fucking eyes out, you pathetic brat. Grow the fuck up, and fuck off!" He walked out the door, slamming it, cursing and muttering in Russian. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew he needed to go somewhere else.


"You just left him there all alone?"

"He can take care of himself."

"No, Mikhail, he can't." Bea gathered her things so they could start back to The Flame as quickly as possible.

"Sure he can. And should he run off or get himself killed, then we're both better off for it."

Mikhail avoided Bea's stare after she slapped him across the face. "Jacob put him under your care, there has to be a reason for it. But if you honestly don't want him that badly, we will find him somewhere else to live. Until then, you will not leave the boy alone like this. You will not yell at and shove," at this, Bea slapped him once more, "a six year old child whose parents were just murdered! Do you understand me, Mikhail?"

A long moment of silence passed between them before he answered simply, "Yes."