Two weeks passed from the day I was captured.....I was still under their control and the power is still too strong for me to fight. I can't explain the pain it brings to me once I fight it....it feels like I'm being pushed from every conceivable angle while being burned at the same time. Fighting it was absolutely pointless. It would only bring me pain and get me nowhere. I knew it was game over for me. I'm forever in their control, Jason will never come back, and no one will know I'm gone..
Kazimir: Alright our next our next objective is to find and destroy Vladimir.
Avraam: Kazimir...why didn't we capture him when we went to America?
Kazimir: Very simple dear brother, if we did capture him at the same time as Eliza they could both escape.
Ivan: Dumbass. Of course we wouldn't capture them at same time.
Ivan looked like an average 38 year old man. He had greying brown hair and emerald green eyes. He was average height, weight and size, but beneath that layer was something you wouldn't want to mess with. He isn't afraid of getting rid of anyone. And I mean ANYONE. Remember when I said Grandfather died because of bullet to head? Well, Ivan killed him. Yeah, that's right! He was sick of his father ruling mafia and ended him, but it completely backfired and father got mafia. Of course you know the rest of what happens on that story from earlier. Ivan is cold and brutal. He would even run over a defenseless puppy on road if it got in his way. I mean I'm brutal and all but ....he's one cold ass motherfucker.
Avraam: I know okay! Now Kazimir, what do we do about him?
Kazimir: We're going to America, but this time only one of us can go.
Ivan: Why? What's your scheme now?
Kazimir: Simple actually. One of us will go to America and watch over Elizaveta as she finds either Vladimir, or someone who knows where he is. Any witness to what she does to the people, kill them. No one can escape. Got that?
Ivan: Yeah...but why can't we all go?
Kazimir: Because we spent the money on getting there and back the FIRST TIME!!!
Ivan: Oh yeah...
Avraam laughed. Another thing about him, he's so childish. He treats everything like a game. I don't understand it. He's almost never serious about anything...
Kazimir: Which one of us will go with her?
Avraam: Not me.
Kazimir: Chicken. What about you Ivan?
Ivan: Can't. I'm behind on objectives with our mafia.
Kazimir: *near rage* Okay then....Miloslav what about you?
Miloslav is a very quiet and patient person. He never talks, or atleast never talked in front of me. Miloslav is so patient and deligent on everything he does that it's almost a craft. Ironically he's very muscular, tall and strong. He's like my father and Arnold Schwrazzenegger combined and on super steroids. Well...maybe not THAT strong, but he's one big dude. He was in war with my father and he was the closest to him. I don't understand why he would betray us like this, he was always so nice to us back in the day. Quiet nonetheless, but nice. Even on every birthday I ever had when I was young, he'd always bring a present and we would go hunting together. Miloslav even taught me how to make clothes out of animal skin. He wouldn't tell him, but Isidor's boots were made by me when I was nine years old. His looks almost never changed. His black hair and hazel eyes were always combined with a smile anytime I or Father was with him.....but now he wasn't smiling. He even looked mortified. Miloslav simply nodded no when he was asked.
Kazimir: Clearly you're all FAR too bust to deal with something that MUST be done. I'll go with her. The rest of you, search for the green haired kid.
Avraam: Simple enough.
Me: Yes master?
Kazimir: I want you to cover your face.
Me: Of coure...but may I ask why?
Kazimir: No one must no who you are.
I got on a black mask to hide my face there were only the eye holes, and nostril holes for me to breathe out of. I no longer looked the same. My hair was hidden in ponytail underneath my shirt. It was to hide the color of it. My eyes were like a zombie and very rarely did I blink. I was wearing a sleek black shirt with black pants along with black shoes to tie the outfit together. No longer existed Carmen Diana Perenzski, but a new and enslaved Elizaveta Florentina Perenzski did.
Me: Master, what are my orders.
Kazimir: To find Vladimir Grigori Perenzski and terminate him. That goes for anyone who is his ally. And if you find someone who knows where he is, follow him or her until they take you there. Kill both of them afterwards. As for those who don't know, kill them as well. We can't allow anyone to find out about the mafia bloodline. Since people know who you are there, they must not see your face.
Me: *nod* I will not stop until I find and terminate him, master.
Kazimir: Good...the flight to America is soon. We can't bring any weapons or vodka...it will be a long time without it but we'll survive.
Another week passed by until we got there. Kazimir bought weapons in gun shop as I awaited in car as instructed. Finally he came back and we drove to South Park. The country hick town I've come to...tolerate.
Kazimir: Make sure you don't let anyone know who you are and what your purpose is.
Kazimir: Take these. *gives knife and picture of Vladimir*
Kazimir: I'll be searching in town, you go after kids. Got that?
Kazimir: Don't fail me.
Me: I won't.
Kazimir: Good. *drives off*
I walked into woods. I remember everything here. Jason, Conner, Spencer, Scar, Juli, Mica, Mole.....AHHH!!! I was fighting it without realizing. In my mind I don't want to, but my body is too far in the depths of darkness to break out of it. I walk into woods, searching for someone who'll lead me to him. So I can find him and end him. I'm walking slowly and quietly, being careful not to stir too much attention to myself. I see trees, grass, animals, you know, the basics. So far I'm five minutes in and I have no luck on finding anyone. But wait...I smell smoke arising and hear an animal scream in terror. I walked over there, quiet and slow. I hid behind bush then I saw him. Pyro Nix, the biggest pervert in town next to Eskimo kid. He was burning a baby duck too young to defend itself. He simply chuckled and watched in amazement as his prey died and the fire burnt out, leaving ashes. When Pyro was finished, he got up and walked away. I followed. In my controlled mind I followed until I knew he was alone. Then, I quickly jump out and held him up against wall, my hand grabbing his neck.
Pyro: *choking* What....the....fuck....are...you doing...to...me?
Me: *holds up picture of Vlad*
Pyro: I don't understand...who the fuck is that...?
Me: *hold knife up to neck*
Pyro: O.O I SWEAR I have no idea...
His skin was neear purple, so I dropped him. He stayed there breathing heavily. Staring at me with the biggest eyes I have ever seen. He was most likely astonished on how I nearly killed him. Wil he was catching his breath, I stabbed him directly up his neck through his mouth. I took it out and he was coughing up blood. I couldn't even interpret what he was trying to say since the crimson liquid blocked out his words. Pyro tried to run, weakly, but I stood on him. He was coughing up blood at a dangerous rate. I got off and showed the picture again, he insisted he had no idea so I stabbed his stomach not once, but twice. Blood spurted all over me as he finally stopped. He lied down, unconcious, nearly drowning in his own bodily fluid. I watched it ooze out of him, he was still barely alive. But I insisted to leave him alone. He was going to die anyway so I left him there. Then I see Scar parading toward him, calling 911. I ran as fast as I could, knowing that ambulance would arrive soon and I was covered in his blood. I finally got away in time and hid in waters of Starks Pond. No one saw me but the water was so freezing it was insane. I had to hold my breath so ambulance wouldn't see me. The Pond washed me of his blood and the ambulance were still there. The mask didn't help either, I couldn't breathe! I saw everything go black, but I swam up. Everyone was gone. I took off mask and breathed heavily. I'm surprised I had that kind of power in me. I couldn't believe what I just done. I...survived. But I have long way to go until I meet my primary objevtive. So I walked on, still looking for the one who would lead me to him.