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| Cairoi Posts: 2722/3807 |
"Not my decision." Nikolai announced, walking towards her. "Kill or die. That is our fate."
Nikolai swung his steel toolbox at Eden, who had turned away from him. Instinct, not rage, fueled the attack. He was a wounded beast with nothing to fight for but it's life. |
| Shuyin Posts: 1579/1858 |
*Eden winces as if Nikolai had thrown something harmful. She catches the envelope, but fumbles it slightly. She opens it carefully and scans its contents quickly.*
"This is...." She whispers to herself in disbelief. ...the letter I received earlier. She finishes her sentence in her head. *She crumples the paper and throws it back at Nikolai.* "This is ridiculous. I am music artist. I don't enter tournaments and I certainty don't go around killing people." *Her fear begins to wither away. Annoyance starts to set in as she brushes past Nikolai. As she passes him, she can't help but smell him. The man smelt like sweat and dirt. She hides her disgust as she makes her way to the living room.* "I'll have no part in this. The door is that way, please use it this time." She says rather flippantly. She doesn't even turn around, as a matter a fact, as she enters the family room. |
| Cairoi Posts: 2684/3807 |
Nikolai slowly drew the letter from his shirt pocket. "This says I must kill you, or die. It says if you do not kill me, you die." He sighed and threw it to her.
"Life is...very strange." |
| Shuyin Posts: 1578/1858 |
*Although she demanded the intruder reveal himself, the sound of Nikolai's voice still frightened her. A jolt of fear ripples through her body. The realization that there was an intruder and she was in danger overloaded her senses. She pivots around and faces the man. She analyzes the foreign man in front of her. She could see sadness in his eyes, he didn't look like a burglar. In fact, he seemed as if he had been looking for her and nothing else. Her eyes survey his figure and land on a metal case in one of his hands. What is in that container? A gun? He looks like a maintenance worker of some sort....
"Why are you in my house?" She asks cooly, masking her anxiety with ease. *As she waits for his response, she scans the area for her purse. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots the handle of her Prada bag lying on the sofa in the next room over......* |
| Cairoi Posts: 2682/3807 |
Nikolai appeared out of nowhere several feet behind her, illuminated by the moonlight.
"Hello." He said, sounding very somber as he spoke. His thick Russian accent was obvious. |
| Shuyin Posts: 1574/1858 |
*A voluptuous woman's silhouette can be seen moving through the master bedroom's window. The figure draws open the curtains allowing the moon's light to cascade into the room. Eden peers out of the window and begins to remove her earrings. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches a glimpse of something. She dismisses it and goes back to unlatching her decorative jewelry.*
CRASHHH *A noise from downstairs freezes her in her place. Her pulse quickens as she immediately regrets telling her security to go home for the night. She rushes to her dresser and grabs the telephone. No dial tone can be heard as if the line had been cut. A chill runs down her spine. Her mind begins to race. Where the fuck is my cell phone? Then it dawns on her.....Shit...its downstairs.* *Faced with no other option, she slowly makes her way downstairs. The house is dark and it takes a second for her eyes to adjust. She grabs blindly for the handrail for suppor to the stairs. Her heels clack lightly as she makes her way down. A cool breeze blows through her dress giving her bare legs goosebumps. The cold air, she observes, is coming from a shattered window in the foyer. However, the source of the destruction isn't apparent. This worries her even more....* "If there's anyone here, show yourself!" |
| Cairoi Posts: 2653/3807 |
In the dark of night, Beverly Hills was almost quiet. The large mansions filling Washington Avenue had lights on, but had yards large enough to never prove a disturbance to the other residents. Celebrities and the insanely rich flocked to the city. And tonight, December 8, a cold-hearted plumber found his way down the streets.
His name was Nikolai Teshinov. He was a Russian immigrant, having just received his citizenship two weeks ago. He had spent his years here as a plumber, supporting himself and his wife through the years. She was dead, now. He had faught tooth and nail to keep her alive through the years she suffered the sickness that claimed her, but Death took her from him. He lived a sad, cold, life. And now, Fate has conspired against him once more. Given the option to kill or die, Nikolai was told to kill the Grammy Award winning singer Eden Parker. Eden made his way from Chicago to Los Angeles and found his way here. He carried his plumbing tools in a cold steel container. In the other, the address of his target on tissue paper, scrawled with black felt pen. He wore denim overalls and a brown work shirt underneath. His pale face was wrinkled from years of stress. His light blond hair was hidden underneath a trucker's hat that said "Gone Fishing" on the front. He turned off Washington ave and saw the mansion he had been seeking. This woman had it all. Nikolai had nothing. Soon, she would join him. He made his way to the gate and looked around, noticing the survelliance cameras. He moved away from it and scoured the fence, keeping a watchful eye for any cameras. He soon made his way to the right side of the building, where he noticed a large window leading into the foyer. He knew the time was now. He smashed the window with his steel box and climbed through, looking around. What room would Eden be in? |
