Lyubov
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Posted: Dec 14th, 2007 at 02:11 pm
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Shit. She had woken up. Lyubov reeled back when the other woman's fist landed on her face, but it was weaker than she expected. She gritted her teeth and hung on, leaning over Yekaterin, using all of her weight to hold the pillow down. Yekaterin's struggles were weak, her cries muffled by the pillow. They blended in with the low groans and murmurs of the other wounded people lying in the room. So far, there was nothing to rouse the doctor's suspicion.
Unless that IV fell. The clatter and noise of breaking glass would surely alert someone. Lyubov took a risk, grabbing hold of the stand with one hand while leaning hard on Yekaterin with the other. Damn! She couldn't keep as much pressure on the other woman this way, but if the stand fell over she was done for.
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Posted: Dec 14th, 2007 at 02:58 pm
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The world was trying to fade out. Little lights danced over Yekaterin's vision. It took longer to smother someone with a pillow than most people depicted, and she was lucky for that!
When the pressure eased up off her face a little, she heaved against the pillow with everything she had left, finally dislodging it. Her eyes flew open and she gasped a deep breath in.
"Arghh!" she strangled at the pain, her voice seething with anger even before she realised who exactly it was standing over her. Her gaze shot to the other woman, instantly enraged, and she ripped the IV savagely out of her arm as she clambered clumsily to her feet. She almost tripped over herself but whirled and caught herself on the edge of the cot. it tipped precariously at the shift in weight before she righted herself.
"You little SHIT!!!" she spat indignantly. The pain in her back, in her lung was intense and blinding even through the morphine, and it focused her onto reality.
She lunged for the girl, scrambling over the cot like a wild thing! Her weight impacted on the girl with full force, and she felt them falling, sprawling out into the aisle beyond the curtain.
"I'll fucking kill you, I swear to god, 'll kill you!" She roared, her hands instantly around the girls throat, squeezing as she shook her back and forth against the floor insanely. Her teeth were bared in anger, her pupils contracted down to tiny dots amidst the fierce intensity of the blue. A warm, wet patch of blood blossomed on Kat's back, staining the grubby t-shirt.
Bachev turned down the offer of a drink from his fellow officers and superiors in favour of stealing two cups of tea to bring over to the medical wing. He carried the tin mugs carefully. There was no milk or sugar, but it didn't matter, it was a hot drink, something other than water or vodka.
He made his way down the rickety little staircase with his hat tucked under his arm, and headed for the medical wing.
Was that Kat's voice he heard booming, shrieking in the distance? He blinked, confused for a moment, and quickened his pace to a jag, spilling a little of the tea in his haste.
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Lyubov
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Posted: Dec 14th, 2007 at 03:16 pm
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Knocked off balance, Lyubov crashed to the floor. Even wounded Yekaterin was strong. The smaller woman clutched at the fingers around her throat, frantically trying to drag them off. Shit! Her rifle still slung over her shoulder, digging into her back. There was no way she could reach it and defend herself. There was certainly no way she could kill Yekaterin and escape without being detected now. Lyubov thrashed furiously, trying to bring her knee up into the other woman's wounded side. She hadn't seen the wet patch on Yekaterin's back, but she knew the area must be hurting.
"Kat, what are you doing! Stop! I'm your friend!" Lyubov's protests were choked and harsh. Even though Yekaterin was making a spirited attempt to strangle her, Lyubov's eyes were wide and innocent.
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Posted: Dec 14th, 2007 at 03:25 pm
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Kat barked a cold laugh in the girl's face.
"Your fucking act won't work on me!" she spat back, tightening her grip on the girl's throat, bucking carefully atop the girl at each blow. All pain was eradicated by the red haze that came over her. The bloodrush to her head was so intense that it tinted the blue of her eyes purple, and flushed her clammy cheeks.
"You're no friend, you vapid little shit! You're scum, you're dead sc- ARGH!" A pair of hands, stronger than hers wrenched her back violently from her captive. She was dragged backward so quickly that it ripped her grip from the girl's neck. She didn't even care who it was at this point, she thrashed against him in absolute fury!
"Get your fucking hands off me!" She shrieked, kicking and flailing to try and free herself. Bachev was stronger though, and he dragged them back a few paces, trying to subdue the crazed creature in his hands. She landed him a good head butt in his face, and stars exploded behind his eyes.
"Yeketerin, get a goddamned hold of yourse- OOF!" She landed him an elbow in his abdomen, and angry, he shoved her to the floor, twisting her arm behind her back and going down with her until she was trapped beneath his weight, spitting mad and crazed. He couldn't remember ever having seen her enraged, and he darted a questioning look up to Baikov.
"What the FUCK is going on!" He shouted, his military voice coming through.
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Lyubov
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Posted: Dec 14th, 2007 at 03:36 pm
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By the time Yekaterin was dragged away Lyubov was dcraizzy. She gasped hoarsely, rolling over and shoving herself up on hands on knees. Damn that crazy bitch! Lyubov rubbed her throat, coughing. I should have killed her! She was as furious as Kat herself. If Bachev hadn't been there, Lyubov would have shot the other woman immediately. "What the hell?" Her voice was a thin wheeze. With difficulty, Lyubov heaved herself to her feet and stood staring down at Bachev and Yekaterin.
"She attacked me! She thinks I'm a Nazi or something!" Lyubov didn't think bursting into tears would work a second time. Good thing, too, because she felt too outraged to act. Her face was white and strained enough from the fight. Eyes wide and shocked, Lyubov glared at Yekaterin. "Calm down, Yekaterin, you must be in shock! Don't you know me?" Lyubov was tensing, getting ready to run. Could she make it out of here alive? Shooting that pair of idiots would bring the whole camp down on her, if they weren't heading over to investigate already. Lyubov would have to run for it.
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Posted: Dec 14th, 2007 at 03:43 pm
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"Bachev..." Kat seethed low in her throat, restraining her voice, "Shoot that fucking traitor, or get the FUCK off of me and let me do it my goddamned self!" She struggled beneath him again and he had to give her arm a twist to calm her.
"Valchikovsky, calm the FUCK down!" The officer boomed, as if he were barking an order. Yekaterin growled in rage and pain, her face pressed into the cold floor.
"Baikov, she's delirious, get the fuck out of here before I have to break her goddamned arm. Wait for me in the mess hall, I want a debrief immediately!" He eyed her in warning, the look he gave soldiers who dared back chat him.
"No, fucking shoot her, she's a traitor! SHOOT HER!" Yekaterin managed to crane her head up enough to shoot a death-glare at Lyubov. She couldn't struggle out from under Bachev, he was too heavy and she was too weak. Just another bare ounce of pressure could dislocate her arm, and she didn't want that, it might never heal properly enough for her to be able blow Baikov's fucking head off.
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Lyubov
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Posted: Dec 16th, 2007 at 05:36 pm
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Time to make her move. "Yes, sir! I'll be in the hall!" Shooting a nervous glance back at the pair struggling on the floor, Lyubov trotted away. A nurse had arrived, hurrying towards Yekaterin. Lyubov dodged around her with a muttered apology. It was more difficult to dodge the people in the halls. Growing more alarmed by the second, Lyubov broke into a run as soon as she reached the exit to the outside. Ignoring a yell for her to stop, she shoved the door open and darted out into the snow without even pausing to tug her hat back on.
Running was next to impossible, but Lyubov did her best. Her own heartbeat pounded too loud in her ears for her to hear shots, if there were any. She did her best to zigzag. In the whiteout it was impossible to tell if there was pursuit. Lyubov didn't even try to check. She slogged on as though her enemies were right on her heels. It was much too far to the German camp. As soon as Lyubov was a safe distance away she would hole up in the nearest convenient shelter and wait out the storm.
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