Thursday, July 10, 2014

Healing.

Report #112 2014, July 10th.

Still alive, Mendella patched me up as well as he could, few days ago, I regained my consciousness.

I went to Dimir's building like I planned, shot two pipe-bombs filled with tear gas. In a few seconds, first floor was filled with it, while all the guards were pre-occupied crying and throwing up, I strolled through the first floor, avoiding killing anyone, decided to use the stairs rather than the elevator, since I have bad history with elevators. Ran into some guards along the way, avoided killing them, only shot at their feet.

After a while, I got to Dimir's main office, there were no guards near it, obvious trap, had no choice but to walk into it. Suddenly the lights went out in the office, along with automatic window blinds, covering all the windows in the office, it was pitch dark inside, my only source of light was the open door to the office.

I hear footsteps in the darkness, shoot in that direction, hit nothing but walls, then it happens, someone behind me, stabs me in the back with a knife, turn around in order to shoot the person, he pushes my arm down to the ground and I shoot at the ground. I feel a knee kick to the gut, open palm strike to the nose, breaking it, another stab to the stomach. I get thrown at the table inside the office, head hits against the edge of it, I'm on the ground, the knife sticking out of my stomach is stepped on, pushing it further inside.

The attacker walks a few steps away, I didn't know why, didn't care, I get to my knees and take out the knife from my stomach, my blood is all over the floor. I attempt to swing, he is too quick, simply moves away and avoids contact, knees me in the jaw, takes me by the back of my head and slams it against the floor, I try to get to my feet, he grabs me by the back of my hair and puts a knife to my throat, while telling me that he is not impressed with me.

Seizing this opportunity I lulled my head to his forearm, bit a good chunk of his skin (Maybe chunks of meat) off his arm, he pulls the same arm away and goes in for the stab, by some miracle I manage to put my forearm in the way of the knife, the knife pierces my forearm, breaking the bone. I spit his skin and meat (Along with a good bit of my blood) into his face, blinding him for a second. I use my right arm to go for my second gun hidden in my pouch, at the same time using my left arm to punch him in the face, breaking his nose, he stumbles back, the punch hurts, since that the arm where the knife was lunged in.

I shoot at him, he moves, rolls, picks up my gun that I dropped earlier, he stops to aim, his mistake, I shoot, hit his left shoulder, he shoots, hits my left shoulder as well. I fall to the ground, I keep shooting at him, he runs, skull rattled, guts leaking into my lap, bleeding out, whole world blurry, I was seeing three of him, I shoot them all. And then everything goes black, he throws a smoke grenade, filled with black smoke, must have been a smoke bomb DTB02. My mind was drifting, the darkness was disorienting, it didn't help that I was hearing my wife's and daughter's crying voices.

Suddenly, I get an arm around my neck from behind, chocking me, he pulls the knife out of my back, I can feel the wind of the knife going into the air, he was about to stab me, had to improvise, I shoot myself in the chest, near the arm pit, right under the shoulder bone, bullet goes through, hits him in the chest. He falls to the ground, still holding the knife, trying to get up, I shoot his hand that was holding the knife, fingers fly into different directions, knife drops, he is useless.

Told him to call Dimir and tell him that I'm dead in his office, he calls, says exactly what I said, Dimir doesn't believe him, he gives me the phone, I take and listen, Dimir spews some bullshit about me never getting to him. I dropped the phone, shot the assailant in the head, recorded a recording using my old ass voice recorder, uploaded the recording to my blog, all the while downloading all the information from Dimir's computer. Then I fell unconscious for about 5 minutes, when I woke up, I was still looking at the dead body of the assailant, got up, dragged my body all the way down the stairs, could hear sirens, had to get away, had to get home.

I don't remember walking all the way back to my home, I don't remember that bit at all, it was dark for me at the time, a darkness that dissolved when suddenly I heard Dimir's voice again:

"Hello Anton, welcome home."

He was at my family's house, somehow he figured out where I was hiding all this time and he planned an ambush. 4 of his guys get out of the bushes, 2 on left side, 2 on the right side, they start shooting at me, I immediately turn to the right and shoot, I could feel bullets digging into my right shoulder, left shoulder, my side and my stomach. I was able to shoot one of them in the head, left side seemed to run out of bullets and they were busy reloading, the second guy on the right side shot my left ear off, I pushed him back a little, he shot his last bullet through my stomach, just below my rib cage, I put the gun to his head and shoot his brains out.

I turn to the left and see muzzle flash everywhere, they must have reloaded, I also see Dimir hiding behind his truck, I had to reload, I hid behind the tree that was nearby, while I was reloading, one of the guys kept shooting at me, the other one changed position, taking cover behind the same truck Dimir was hiding behind. I finished reloading, get out from behind the tree, shoot one of the guys on the left that was still in the bushes, then I shoot the other one that was hiding behind Dimir's car.

Dimir picked up his body, lifted it over his head like it was nothing and started running at me, I shot Dimir in the gut and that's when the gun clicks, the most annoying sound in the world, he throws the body at me, making me fall down, I drop my gun, he tries to stomp my head in, I move my head just in time, instead he stomps on his dead goons head, I grab his dead goons head and shove it in his crotch, I thought it would slow him down, it only pissed him off more. He grabbed me by the collar, pulling me up and throwing me against his truck, my right arm goes through the window, he approaches me, I grab as much glass as I can, when he gets closer I rub it against his face, I slam his head against the roof of his truck, he stumbles back, I punch him, he stumbles back even more, I punch him again this time sending him to the ground.

It took me three punches to get him down, he does only one punch and it's enough to make me stumble back and turn my back to him, he decks me in the back of my head making me tumble down, he grabs me by the back of my hair, there's a fire hydrant in front of me, he shoves my nose against it, if the open palm strike from the assassin wasn't enough, then this was, to give me a concussion. There was a puddle of water on the ground near the hydrant, must have been from the rain earlier, he shoved my face into it, I hit the ground, while suffocating. While I was drowning, my remaining ear was not consumed by the water, I could hear him yelling at me, telling me, that his daughter died for a reason, she died to give him this city, that he will leave a mark on this city, he told me that my family died for nothing, my entire life was a useless waste, I changed nothing, won nothing, accomplished absolutely nothing, he might have been right, I didn't like him being right, it angers me, it angered me then, it gave me the strength to lift my face out of the water, opposing his strength. I used my free arm, to hit him in the jaw with my elbow, he let go, I turn around and grab his neck, squeeze it so hard that his tongue is sticking out, he gets his face closer to mine, so my grip loosens, before I inevitably let go, I use the opportunity and bite his tongue off. I let him go, he pushes me in the back of his truck's bed, the truck bed was filled tools, iron pipes, etc. He took an Iron Pipe, I went for the tool box, he started to swing the iron pipe, before he could land a hit, I spit his tongue along with some of my blood in his face, he stumbled back, I take the hammer use the back of the hammer, stabbing the hammer into his temple, he falls down, I think he's dead, I drop from his Truck's Bed, crawl over to my gun, reload it and slowly get up to my feet. I hear him still groaning and moaning, remembering the lecture he gave me, about this city being his, it might have been his city, but it's my world, I shot him in the head, he stopped moving, Dimir was and is dead.

Then I lost consciousness, just before I fell to the ground, I saw them, my family, standing on the footsteps of our house and for a split second, I saw IT behind them, I thought I would die. And then I wake up on a comfortable bed and I see myself, nursing me back to health, at first I'm confused, it takes me a few minutes to realize that I'm still alive and it's thanks to Mendella.

Report Ended.

5 comments:

  1. Sorry about grammar or spelling, the hospital have put so many sedatives in me and other painkillers and shit that i never asked for.

    Anyway, it makes me very happy that you're awake and alive, this is the news I needed. I'd offer a healing high five but my arm was broken when Kyrylo smashed a cinder block over it.

    What Dimir said was wrong, and i'll tell you why. Dimir says his daughter died to give him the city, well thats not wrong - but lets face it, he saw his daughters death as a means to an end. He doesnt seem to care that she was probably a complete human being with hopes and dreams, b/c all he saw her as, was the way he got the city.

    How about me as a frame of reference, since I'm a teenage girl as well as a complete human being. Do you know how i'd feel if i died, and my dad just saw my death as the means to get something he wanted? i'd be horrified, angry, hurt, i'd feel like some kind of key rather than an actual person. In fact, there was a time when Artsyom sold me out to Kyrylo to get some money. Thats when I was used as a means to an end. and thats the kind of shit that makes me feel so numb it makes my head hurt.

    so no, he wasnt right, he was an asshole. Dont be a part of the mentality that says a daughter has to be somehow useful to you for her death to mean anything.

    You remember your daughter as your daughter. Dimir remembered his daughter as a city key to Moscow. would you trade in a daughter for a city? because I don't think you would.

    So lets make this clear. Dimir wasnt right. Dont think for a second that he was, otherwise you're part of the problem.

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    1. Glad to see you're still alive.

      Not what I meant by him being right, what I meant by him being right is the fact that he made an impact on this city, he made changes here for so many years now, he achieved something.

      Me on the other hand? What have I changed? What have I achieved? Nothing. I don't really care about achieving anything, all I know, is I never give up.

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    2. What did you achieve?

      Well, let's start with the fact that I'm alive. Let's continue on with a lot of other people being alive or otherwise not being victimised and by now your brain should be active enough that a little girl with memory loss shouldn't have to keep doing the thinking for you.

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  2. Welcome back to the land of the living.

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