Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars (thegirlisme) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-03-08 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | anatoly sergievsky, svetlana sergievsky |
Who: Anatoly and Svetlana Sergievsky, "Molokov"
What: Nothing big, just Svetlana getting cursed and Anatoly having to find her to reverse it.
When: 8 March 2013 throughout the day and night, on and off thunderstorms because lolz i like weather.com
Where: Around Lawrence... train tracks.
Warnings: Angst/Feels/Paranoia
Status: Thread | Complete
How it had happened, Svetlana honestly couldn't say. If she were focused on logic as she tried to be, she would have realized that there was no way for what she had seen to have happened. Molokov could not really have gotten into the apartment and kill the girls as she closed the window Jelena had opened. But that wasn't the case. When the six year old had opened the window, Svetlana had noticed a green mist and told the girls to get away from the window and closed it, not realizing she'd been hit by it. As that happened, she'd heard two shots and turn, and there were her daughters. Dead on the floor in front of her. Just as they had been that day a year and a half ago in the street. The ability to breathe was gone. Especially when she saw him standing there with the gun, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"Really, my dear, did you think you would get off so easily?"
"You bastard, you killed them!"
"You knew the consequence."
Shaking and pale, Svetlana tensed as the one man she despised came towards her, not realizing it was a worried Fayina. And then he was gone, out the door and Svetlana had fallen to her knees, shaking, murmuring the Mourner's Kaddish to herself before shaking and standing up, more talking to herself than anything.
"I need to tell Anatoly. I need...."
Her words fell flat, emotion fast leaving her body. She couldn't do this again. She couldn't fail her daughters again yet she had. How had he even gotten in? Would there even be a third chance this time around? She'd been lucky before when the Seal had reversed the deaths, but what now? Could she really be that lucky? No. It was a fluke before and she had failed. Again. Completely pale, the blond woman left the apartment, closing the door on reflex, unaware that she shaking, unaware of anything beyond the path she needed to take. She needed to tell Anatoly, she needed to... and then she entered the medbay and the bastard was there. Yelling at her husband before he ended up shot before her as well. She wanted to scream, but there was no voice within her to scream. It was as if the pain had silenced her. This wasn't Moscow. There were no faked documents, no forged photographs. Svetlana had seen her husband get shot and fall to the ground dead.
So she backed away from the door of the medbay, she needed to get out of the complex. The walls were beginning to close in around her. She didn't even care if the witch killed her now. Her entire family was already dead and she'd sooner die by a Disney Villain than Molokov. Because he had other plans for her. She knew he did because of what had happened in the alternate world. But she should go to Helena's. Let her know. She didn't care if Myka would be there, she wasn't even thinking about the other woman. She was simply on autopilot, and Helena was the one who needed to know first... who...
For once it wasn't so bitterly cold, even though there were threatening clouds. Not that she would have noticed the temperature at this point in time. But rounding a corner, and once again she saw him. It was as if he knew her every move. Which really didn't sit well with her. How long had he been back this time? How long just watching? Learning her routine, learning where she went? He didn't have his resources here, she knew this. He hadn't before, how could he have gotten them before. Because Svetlana knew that this wasn't the Molokov who had fallen from the bell tower. The one she had watched died. Or maybe he had come back and remembered that. Remembered the threats and chase, remembered the sting operation and that she was the one who should have died last year. The one who had cheated it before and so now he was making her suffer not just her failure in Bangkok, but for killing him here as well by not saving him.
The fear she had felt in Moscow, in her own world, the ever watching eyes, she could feel them watching again. She never showed she had known, Svetlana had too much pride and she was an Ice Queen. Not that she cared about that here. They were going to kill her like they had failed to do in Bangkok as she had managed to evade the bastards the second she had learned of Anatoly's plan to win. To beat Viigand despite her pleas. Had she told him? She couldn't remember. Had she ever told him what had happened?! Not that it mattered now. Her husband, the man she had fallen in love with, the one who had come back to her after being blinded by his pride and chess... he was dead. Truly dead and not just in the metaphorical way. Her daughters, the two reasons she had braved five years of neglect, gone. Lost because she had failed them twice in this place now.
The on and off again thunderstorms didn't phase Svetlana, she hated thunderstorms and she hadn't heard them, hadn't felt the rain fall on her. She just kept avoiding Molokov and the KGB whenever she saw them, every evasive move she had taught herself in Moscow she once again employed, moves she never thought she'd have to use again, not while she was here. It was more reflex than anything though. Because honestly, Svetlana didn't care much. Just so long as they actually killed her and she wasn't forced to live as she had that week in the alternate Moscow. Because this time, there was nothing that would save her, nothing that would make her keep fighting.
And just like Moscow, Svetlana eventually ended up at some train tracks, just staring at them and ignoring the chill that was seeping in.