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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 04:13 pm
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Gunnar was almost grateful for Dmitr's intervention. "You're right. If Alex wants to fight me I'll step outside." He nodded curtly to the Russian man and backed off a step, glaring daggers at Alex. It was unbelievable. Did the other man really want his cover blown? Gunnar had gone along here out of the goodness of his heart, and now Alex was trying to expose that stupid lie to Mischa! A lie that ALEX had come up with in order to protect him! "It doesn't look like she cares about anything but her own damned self! That slut's been pawing away at you since she got here, I haven't seen her give you one damn bit of sympathy!" The words were snarled in German, Gunnar's voice quiet and intent. As far as he knew none of the people in the immediate vicinity spoke anything other than Russian or Ukrainian, but he didn't want his voice to travel. "Some girlfriend! She doesn't even seem to care that you've been gone! I bet she's been filling her nights with any idiot drunk enough punch her dance card."
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 04:23 pm
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Dmitr knew the speech was German, but he didn't understand it at all. He swiveled a gaze to Gramann in slight confusion, which was a poor move at best.
When his head turned, Alex had stepped around him and swung a powerful right fist right into Gramann's face.
"How dare you!" he spat in German. Dmitr went to wrestle for the Slavic lad but was shoved forcefully out of the way. Mischa had leapt back from him when the proverbial shit hit the fan, and none of the girls dared get involved in the surely ensuing fist fight.
Gramann stumbled over backwards from the blow, and Alex fell down with him in a tangle of angrily pummeling limbs. The table was knocked by his foot, the glasses upon it tipping over and rolling away until they met the edge and shattered on the floor on the other side.
"Don't you talk about her like that!" The Slavic lad roared, still in German. "She's not like your gussied up German sluts, prostitutes to the reich!"
Dmitr couldn't quite find a safe enough angle to approach them. At one point he tried to grab Alex's foot to drag him off that way, but the lad only kicked back at him, landing a painful blow to his shin with the hard soled saddle shoes.
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 04:41 pm
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The first blow took him by surprise, but when Alex jumped on him he got into the fray quite happily. He struggled beneath the slav, furious, hitting whatever he could reach. "Prostitutes?! Oh no, no, no, your little doll is giving it away for free!" Much to Gunnar's frustration, as soon as managed to lever himself up and was about to roll Alex over to give the lad a good thrashing, Dmitr and another man stepped in to drag them apart. They were hauled off to the alley unceremoniously. Gunnar was spitting mad, too drunkenly focused on beating the hell out of Alex to even bother with the men restraining him. The second they let him go he lunged for Alex with a roar. This time he landed the first punch, sending Alex crashing to the ground. "What's the matter, I'm not good enough for you? You need that filthy girl? Too bad all those Greek sailors are gone!" Gunnar roared with breathless laughter. Rolling about on the filthy ground of the alley scuffling with Alex seemed drunkenly hilarious. "I think I recognize her from the headquarters in Odessa! She just loves the Nazi men! If I hadn't left do you think she'd have given me a little taste?!"
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 04:52 pm
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Alex was spitting mad, still thrashing to be free when Dmitr dragged him off so that he had to be bodily restrained and carried by two men. When they set him loose, Gramann's fist was the first thing he knew, and then soon after, the ground.
Alex growled angrily, too hyped up on adrenaline to really care about pain, to even notice it.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" He growled in German, grappling with the man atop him. Another blow landed him in the face, and he returned the favour with an awkwardly executed uppercut.
"Give you a taste? Hah! HAHAHAHA!" He wheezed faintly and spat a spray of blood up into Gramann's face from where his teeth had cut his lips open. "She doesn't sleep around, and especially not with Nazi Schwein!" He grappled for the man and managed to roll Gramann off from atop him. he scrambled unsteadily and angrily to his feet and whirled around to aim a kick at where Gramann had been.
"She'd die before she ever touched a goddamned Nazi faggot!"
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 05:08 pm
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The kick landed between Gunnar's ribs. He surged to his feet with a growl of pain. Breathing hard, the officer stood facing Alex, wavering slightly with the drink. That fucking ungrateful slav had bloodied his nose and cut his lip. Gunnar spat blood to the ground at Alex's feet, glaring. "Nazi Schwein! Ha! So your little precious wouldn't touch a ... what was it, a goddamned Nazi faggot?" Gunnar laughed harshly, his hands clenching into fists. "Not like you!" The hilarity of the situation came back to him, and Gunnar burst into peals of genuine laughter despite his rage. He collapsed back against the wall, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "Oooh, Gunnar, I love you. Oooh, get down there so I can do you. Gunnar, Gunnar, Gunnar!" His voice was a ridiculous falsetto, a cruel mockery of Alex even though he still spoke in German. Gunnar blinked at Alex through the tears of laughter that ran down his bruised and bloody face. "You're so cute when you're mad, little Lyaksa!"
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 05:45 pm
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Alex stumbled away from Gramann when he got up, the logical part of him trying to shake the angry monster out of him, but then... then.
Gunnar was laughing. LAUGHING!
At him!
Alex -did- now realise the irony of what he'd said, but he was beyond being able to process the logical thought behind it. He just saw Gunnar laughing at him, making fun of him.
"Mocking me..?" He seethed suddenly, turning a dangerously dark expression on Gunnar. The man had just pushed all of the wrong buttons one after the other, like a goddamned destruction sequence. He had just poked a hole in Alex's mental defenses, the ones that kept back his feelings of guilt for what he was doing. That guilt, however, turned into impotent rage before it ever made it out of that little hole, and he saw red.
He advanced on Gunnar in two long strides, and punched him in the face so hard that he heard Gunnar's head knock back against the wall hollowly. He might have said something cold, or something witty, but he'd lost the capacity for speech by that point, and he instantly flew in to trying to land blows on Gunnar again, trying to keep him pinned here against the wall as he aimed jabs at his face and at his torso.
It wasn't quite as bad as when he'd beat the Slav boy to death, but it wasn't far off it. All logical thought, all sense of reason had been obliterated by Gramann's laughter, and what remained was pure human instinct, a man's instinct which spoke only to say 'crush, destroy, kill.'
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 06:04 pm
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The fist crunched into his nose and slammed his head against the wall hard enough to stun him. Gunnar stared blankly at Alex for a moment, unable to process what was going on, unable to fight back. It was Alex's fist slamming into his rebroken nose for the second time that jerked him out of his inertia. Gunnar struggled weakly for several minutes while his strength recovered. What the ... what the hell? He was too drunk and dazed to fully comprehend what was going on. His nose gushed blood, throbbing painfully. The insults he had traded with Alex were forgotten. Gunnar just wanted to get the other man to shut up and stop hitting him so he could figure out what in holy hell was happening.
Gunnar wheezed and feinted as Alex socked him in the stomach. The fist shot out again -- and Gunnar grabbed it this time, rapidly twisting Alex's arm up behind his back and pinning him. "Stop it, just calm down." Gunnar's voice was ragged and pained as he struggled to hold the other man still. The blood still drooled from his nose and mouth in a disgusting torrent. Gunnar spat to the side and leaned forward against the still-thrashing slav. "Stop moving or I'll break your goddamned wrist and put you back in that fucking cast!"
Miraculously, the other man ceased his struggles. Gunnar released him and shoved him away hastily, fists up and ready to defend himself should Alex attack again. Dmitr and a few lads Gunnar didn't recognize were staring at them from the end of the alley. The girls, looking appalled, were standing in the door to the club. Suddenly Gunnar realized what a mess he must be. He wiped his nose with one dark sleeve, succeeding only in smearing the blood around further. What a charming sight he must be. Gunnar glowered drunkenly at Alex. That slav and his painted whore had gotten them into this mess in the first place! Gunnar bit back another insult, not wanting to start the brawl again. "Well?" Gunnar snapped, still speaking in German.
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 07:47 pm
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Alex had let out a sharp his as his arm had been twisted behind his back. Just a little more pressure, or a struggle from him and Gunnar really could have broken his wrist. Self preservation took over and calmed him almost instantly, and when he was turned loose from the grip he staggered a few steps away from Gramann, drunk and punch-drunk.
He took a moment to calm himself further there, his back to all of them. He wiped his bloody mouth on the back of his hand with a little wince of pain and seethed silently.
When Gramann spoke again in that irritating one-word-condescension, his fists clenched at his angrily but he remained silent and calm.
"Well what?" He said carefully. It was clear he was restraining his anger. He turned ad eyed the girls in the door and the guys at the end of the alleyway. He didn't really care if he looked like a hoodlum, it wouldn't be the first, or likely, the last time. The long front of his hair that had been swept aside before was now disheveled and taking on it's natural waviness due to the dampness in the air. It hung about his face stubbornly. Somewhere from the faraway distance, the sky rumbled faintly menacingly.
Alex fixed his gaze on Gramann and crossed his arms over his chest with a bemused expression on his aching face. Irina took a step down out of the doorway and his hand shot out and pointed at her suddenly, his gaze snapping to the dark-haired girl.
"Stay where you are!" She stopped instantly, and indeed, she actually took the step back, staring at him in a mixture of confusion and shock. Since when did Lyaksa speak German? What was going on? What had they been screaming at each other? Who was this other man?
Dmitr stepped forward then, and quietly, he simply said. "Maybe you guys should get your coats, walk it off before all hell breaks loose."
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 08:21 pm
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Gunnar was suddenly ashamed of himself, horrified that he'd let Alex goad him into this foolishness. He was a disgrace, just as much as that damn slav was. Without acknowledging Dmitr's comment he wrenched his gaze away from Alex and went back into the club. Gunnar edged past the women in the doorway and stomped back into the crowded room to fetch his coat, hat and scarf. This was all just too embarrassing. The alcohol hadn't worn off yet, and the anger had been replaced by self-pity. Agh! What a disaster. Gunnar stalked out of the club and off through the alleys to the spot where they'd hidden the little car. He could hear Alex walking along behind him some distance away but didn't bother to look.
The officer got into the driver's seat and slammed it behind him, not expecting the slav to even get into the car. To his surprise, Alex yanked open the door. "What the hell?" Gunnar glared up at him. "What do you want?"
Alex shoved at him roughly, forcing him over into the other seat. "You're too drunk, let me drive."
Well, Gunnar wasn't arguing with that, but he didn't think Alex was much better off than him. He slid over without comment and sat staring at the other man. The bleeding had slowed but not stopped entirely. Gunnar reached over and grabbed the bottle of bourbon away from Alex, sloshing a bit onto the end of his scarf before handing it back. He used the damp cloth to dab at his face, grimacing. "Ah, fuck! That stings."
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 10:03 pm
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"Good." Alex said, turning the keys in the ignition before he took a swing from the bottle. He screwed the cap back on and propped the bottle up between his legs as he worked the clutch and eased the little bug into 1st gear. With a grin, he then punched it and rocked it up into second then third as the black car pealed out of the alleyway onto the main road.
He let out a boyish cackle. How foolish of Gunnar to let him drive! Seb never let him drive, in fact, no-one who knew how he drove let him drive! It wasn't that he didn't know what he was doing, it was that he had a bit of a penchant for speed... just a bit.
He swung the car around a corner, down shifting just through the bend then punching it again, his feet working the clutch and gas with ease, his hand instinctually shifting the gears with a certain amount of half-angry, half glee.
It took only mere minutes for them to come pealing out onto the main road back to the camp, and that was when Alex really opened her up, bringing the car up into 4th gear. The car -flew- along the bumpy little country lane under Alex's expert control. He'd done this... a lot.
He couldn't help but snigger to himself as they hit a hump and all four wheels momentarily left the ground. Hell, it wasn't his car, it wasn't even Gunnar's car, it was the Reich's!
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 10:14 pm
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Before he could snap indignantly at Alex for his callousness, the car roared to life and shot out of the alley. "Jesus Christ!" Gunnar yelped, thrown against the door as they screeched around the corner. Being so drunk made it worse. His head was really spinning now! Gunnar's stomach lurched as the car rattled and bounced. Damn it! He should never have let Alex drive, but he was petrified that if he wrestled the other man for control of the wheel they would crash. Gunnar clung to the bench frantically as they roared out of town. "Slow down! SLOW DOWN!" But Alex didn't seem to hear his shouts, he opened the little car up and let it strut. Gunnar didn't care if the slav thought he was a pussy, he didn't want to die out here or, God forbid, wreck the fucking car! As though some higher power heard Gunnar's silent prayers, their speed cut suddenly as they barreled down the country road. It wasn't Alex, though. It was the gas, the fucking gas!
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 10:25 pm
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"Aw hell." The car slowed, and slowed, and Alex peered at the petrol gauge, the twinkle gone out of his eyes.
He managed to coast it to the side of the road before it came completely to a stop at least, but as it was, they were in the middle of fucking no-where. A vague little flash of memory came to him. Seeing the little farmhouse with it's lights, hearing the wolf howls. He squashed it.
"Fuck! Fuck, fucking fuck it!" He pounded his hands on the steering wheel before he scrambled to get out of the car, taking the bottle of bourbon with it. He rounded the front and half sat on the hood, taking a long swig of the bourbon.
"Well, isn't this just fucking grea..." Alex turned his face up to the sky. The gods too, are fond of a joke, as someone once said. As if on cue, as if sensing Alex's mood, the skies literally opened, and the clouds flashed above them.
Alex tongued the inside of his cheek in a sort of disbelief. Perfect! Great! He let out a faint breathy chuckle of irony which grew quickly into full-fledged drunken laugher.
He slid off the hood and down the front grate until he was sitting in the mud laughing hysterically, his hair quickly plastered to his head, and his white dress shirt soaked through. His saddle shoes were muddy, but it didn't matter. he looked almost as if he'd gone crazy, but it was merely the kind of maniacal laugher that must come after one too many things have gone too wrong.
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Posted: Jan 6th, 2008 at 11:00 pm
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Gunnar slumped down, simply relieved to be alive. He watched Alex get out, and snorted a laugh as the rain suddenly spat down. What wonderful timing. As Alex slid down to the ground Gunnar got up at last. It really was pouring. The black fedora did little to keep the rain from his eyes as he slogged around to the front of the car and pulled the empty petrol can from the trunk. He shook it, listening carefully. Damn! A trickle sloshed around in the bottom, but no more. Gunnar went ahead and poured it in anyways before heading back to where Alex sat sprawled in the mud.
The petrol can was set down on the ground before Gunnar knelt and grabbed hold of Alex's arm. "Get up, we've got to move the car off the road." Alex helped without much protest, though he chuckled under his breath as they rolled the car deeper into the woods by the road. By the time they were finished Gunnar's clothes were every bit as muddy as Alex's. He pulled some brush down over the car to further conceal it and shot Alex a somewhat disgruntled look.
"You look like a drowned rat." With his bruised face and bedraggled clothing, Alex was a far cry from the handsome lad Gunnar had gone to the club with. He snorted out a laugh himself as he went to fetch the petrol can. "Great. This is just fucking great. I don't even know how far we are from Lviv. We could be walking for hours." Gunnar snickered, going over to grab the bourbon bottle for a fortifying swig.
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