09-11-2014, 02:56 PM
Ivan walked around his car to the street, snow crunching beneath his work shoes. He still longer limped from the scratches in his calves- and, he laughed at the memory, from the way they had smacked against the ground while he had been sledding with Zoya on their date. That had been a genius move. Hey dumbass! You just got tore up in the leg from a monster in the tunnels? What are you going to do? I'm going sledding, duh! At least the sympathy points had been worth it, though. He'd hoped. He laughed at that, remembering the rest of the date.
So here he was, walking along the street. He'd just gotten off duty and had decided to take a walk in his old neighborhood. Part of him felt a bit bad for abandoning them. Course he knew that was a bunch of crap. The guys who'd taken over his rounds were good guys. They'd gotten drunk together a time or six. Good fellas and he trusted them.
And he loved actually doing something more than breaking up the occasional fight or getting called in on a domestic disturbance. Big Mikhail- a man who came up to Ivan's shoulder- was always getting into it with his wife Olga. Talk about your monsters! Holy Shit, she was big- and ugly! He shook his head, once again trying to get the image of them together out of his mind. More than one neighbor called about the loud make-up sex they would have right after one of their epic fights. yuck. He shuddered, glad he hadn't eaten in a while.
Course maybe it was the chill. It was cold tonight. The wind wasn't blowing at least. The street was busy with the sounds of traffic and such. These were the nights he loved. heavy jacket over his coat, scarf around his next, breath feathering his lips. He felt invigorated. He went past an alley and happened to look into its depths when something glinted in the light. He stopped, focusing. Underneath the overhand of balconies and shadows of building, it was dark, but he did see a bit of movement. He walked into the alley slowly, careful to crunch as little snow as possible. It was mostly solid ice anyway. He wasn't scared, though, and so the power wasn't with him, mores-the-pity.
As he got deeper and his eyes adjusted he could see a larger shape bent over a smaller one, doing something to it. His lip curled in disgust and he pulled his gun. "Stop right there! Put your hands up and turn around slowly."
He waited for the shape to comply.
So here he was, walking along the street. He'd just gotten off duty and had decided to take a walk in his old neighborhood. Part of him felt a bit bad for abandoning them. Course he knew that was a bunch of crap. The guys who'd taken over his rounds were good guys. They'd gotten drunk together a time or six. Good fellas and he trusted them.
And he loved actually doing something more than breaking up the occasional fight or getting called in on a domestic disturbance. Big Mikhail- a man who came up to Ivan's shoulder- was always getting into it with his wife Olga. Talk about your monsters! Holy Shit, she was big- and ugly! He shook his head, once again trying to get the image of them together out of his mind. More than one neighbor called about the loud make-up sex they would have right after one of their epic fights. yuck. He shuddered, glad he hadn't eaten in a while.
Course maybe it was the chill. It was cold tonight. The wind wasn't blowing at least. The street was busy with the sounds of traffic and such. These were the nights he loved. heavy jacket over his coat, scarf around his next, breath feathering his lips. He felt invigorated. He went past an alley and happened to look into its depths when something glinted in the light. He stopped, focusing. Underneath the overhand of balconies and shadows of building, it was dark, but he did see a bit of movement. He walked into the alley slowly, careful to crunch as little snow as possible. It was mostly solid ice anyway. He wasn't scared, though, and so the power wasn't with him, mores-the-pity.
As he got deeper and his eyes adjusted he could see a larger shape bent over a smaller one, doing something to it. His lip curled in disgust and he pulled his gun. "Stop right there! Put your hands up and turn around slowly."
He waited for the shape to comply.