A Destined Fate: Russia X Reader

Chapter 54: Wilted~

             ~Russia's POV~

   This was the place. The gangster's hideout. It was a run down apartment building located in the ghettos of Moscow. Russian graffiti plastered to the side of it's faded red brown brick surface. Window panes were concealed by layers of wooden planks; however, those windows without them were instead sprayed black with paint. Dumpsters resided next to the numerous leveled dwelling. Plump obese rats crawled out from the garbage that reeked of months of decay and mold. Vile strung the back of my throat as I felt to urge to throw up. The place was truly revolting. This disgusting place was where my sunflower was. Oh how I hope she is safe. Pipe in hand I drew a deep breath inwards letting my emotions sink in. Anger, Rage, sadness, depression and loneliness. That is what they made me feel. It was all because of them. They had stolen my only true piece of happiness away. My grip grew to one of iron as I exhaled opening my lavender eyes. I was here to steal it back.

   I open the entrance of the apartment suddenly hit by the stench of weed, cigarettes and alcohol. The aroma was so overwhelming I was surprised I had not smelted it from the outside of the building but I suppose the reek of the garbage may have just been too overpowering.  I make myself go up the stairs steadily. The wallpaper of the building was peeling and folding over its self to reveal its ugly grey concrete walls. When I reach the third floor's platform where it connects the two sets of stairs, a man, who I assumed was a gang member, sat on the floor asleep. He was in the corner with a belt constricted just above his elbow with a needle sticking from his forearm. Drool deliberately descended from his lips as he sat there unconscious. Squatting down I slap him across the face, not hard but enough to wake him. He shakes his head immediately at the contact and it takes a few minutes for his eyes to adjust. "W-Wah?" He crocks lazily staring at me."Где девушка?" I cite coldly and straight to the point. The man let a single laugh as he blinked one eye at a time, it seems the drugs had not worn off. "Dudeee...." The addict chuckled stretching the word. "I don't see a girl? Whyyyyyyy? You mean the one top floor... like you would get any. You know how boss is ssssiiiillllllllyyyyyyy." He squeaked in a drowsy tone. Then he leaned over to pinch my cheek drunkly "Such a silly boy." My facial expression did not change and I only brush his hand away. Getting up I make my way up the stairs, before he is out of my sight I see the drug addict on the floor gazing at the ground. "Oh come on babe don't be that way. I told you I don't like that girl, you're the one for me." Apparently he was talking to his hand. I shake my head. Humans could be such ignorant creatures.

   As I ascend more stairs, metal music becomes more audible. They must be having a party. It was about 4 a.m. on a Saturday night meaning some may have already crashed and burned like the heroine addict. Finally I reached the last flight of stairs and directly in front of it stood a single door. Music blared loudly through it so, of course, this was the location of the party. Opening the door no one seemed to take notice of me, all we too drunk or too high or both, butchering up words as they tried to communicate with each other. My pipe was away because I had no intention of drawing their attention, all I wanted to do was find my little sunflower and get out. Crossing from the living room to the hallway 4 doors peer. Two on the left. Two on the right. Slowly I open the first one on the right a crack to see a guy asleep in the bathtub and at the site I shut it. I turn around and open the first entrance on the left. It was a bedroom empty of people. I turn to my right and open the last door on that side only to find out it was locked. Heaving a sigh I deliberately open the last door a crack to my surprise it was the lucky winner. Against the wall where the door resided were a few sets of sofas and only two people sat upon them. I felt my heart drop when I recognized the back of Lithuania's head. They watched TV which was across from them. Each held a bottle of alcohol firm in grasp.

    

          ~Third Person POV~

   "Hey doll, why don't you get me another drink. Gettin' quite thirsty here." One of the males called shaking his bottle emphasizing his point. Slowly a figure stood up from their sitting position on the floor in the corner of the room. "Okay." Came a low murmur. The form staggered over to the guy to take the bottle from his grasp "Toris what I would do to have such an obedient girl like this one." The man continued in a husky whisper placing his hand onto her behind "Imagine the things she could do." sending it a squeeze. The girl flinched at the touch and quickly moved away earning a deep chuckle from the man. Toris seemed unaware of the action, a smirk grew across his face. "Yeah my _____ is a good girl. Always does what she is told." The girl passed by the brunette as he finished his sentence causing him to grab her wrist making her lean over. "Isn't that right love?" The Lithuanian whispered to her licking the shell of her ear. ______'s face grew mangled with disgust as she clamped her (e/c) orbs shut but made her gaze shift to the ground. She gave a small nod. "Good girl." Cooed the brunette as he released his death grip on her wrist. Then added "Get me one while you're out there babe." Accompanied by a smack to her ass. The (h/c)-ette again recoils from the contact but just nods walking to the door.