Author's Note: This creative story is about a group of skilled teenagers that fight off Soviet Russian Military with tools and their own skills to protect the border of Russia. I wrote this piece because of my interests in the Russian culture and history and wanting to learn more about. I thought the best way to do that was to write a creative story taking place on the border of Russia and the Soviet Union.
I was being shaken violently when I forced my eyes to open. Looking up I saw Bryan with frantic look on his face and then glanced at my clock. It read four in the morning.
“Are you crazy? It’s four o’ clock in the morning!” I yelled groggily, “What do need?”
“Get up, we have to go!” he paused, catching his breath, “Bombs are going off everywhere!"
Just then a bomb exploded right outside our building, setting it on fire. I jumped out of bed and threw on a wool coat, gloves, and a hat and we took off down the many flights of stairs.
I was breathing heavily as I blurted out, “Why our town? What have we done?” “Whoever is blowing us up, knows something that we don’t.”
We exited the building and continued running in the opposite direction, heading for the forest, it was the only place safe away from here.
The snow crushed beneath our feet as the sound of explosions and town cries around us. Everyone in town was running in every direction, screaming hysterically. People were lying on the ground, dead or suffering. Parents covered in debris were scrambling to find their kids who were either dead going to be soon.
The trees started to surround us, with branches and pine needles scraping my face. We had to get as far as way as we could from Ochyor. Screams from the town's people still rang in my ears as they begged for mercy.
We sprinted through the unruliness of the forest. Bryan was behind me trying to keep up to my fast pace. He knew we couldn’t ever go back there so we kept running.
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"Nikki, slow down," Bryan said, "We can stop now."
"What if they saw us running away and are after us?" I asked, keeping at the same pace.
"We have been running for hours, we're kilometers away now. Stop."
I stopped running and turned around to look at him. His face is red and he was heaving, "Fine let's stop here, but if I hear anything we are leaving."
"Okay."
He sat on a nearby log, rubbing his chapped hands together. I just watched him. My thoughts were racing through my head about the reasonable things that could happened if we got caught by these people, but he is calm and relaxed like this was just a morning run. It slightly angered me, but it was no time to be upset with him.
His eyes met mine and they told me to sit down. I sat next to him trying to get my breathing back to normal. "Enjoy the peace now, there won't be any soon and we will be running again."
That was how he always was, calm and relaxed in any situation. I wished I could do that, but I knew he was right. All we could do was sit and wait.
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As the sky slowly turned dark blue and stars began to twinkle, the thought of starving to death popped into my head. Bryan and I hadn't eaten in hours and I was starved. We probably were going to freeze to death before we got a chance to eat, since the temperature dropped 5 degrees every second.
I glanced at him, wondering if he was thinking the same thing as I. I spoke first, "We need to find shelter, or we’re going to freeze to death."
"Let's go," he said. He got up and went to grab my hand to help me up, but I jerked away.
"Where are we to go?" I demanded, "We don't know who bombed our town. Maybe they wanted to eliminate everyone and is hunting for everyone around this area!"
"Wow," A slight smirk appeared on his face, "Calm down Nikki, no need to overreact. Just trust me for once. My uncle showed me a cave a couple of kilometers away from here."
"Fine."
I trudged on through the icy snow as the wind bit my face. The coat didn't do much for me but block the wind and snow from hitting my bare skin. I felt bad for Bryan; he didn’t have a jacket, only a long sleeved shirt and a hat and gloves.
Bryan had a treacherous life. He lived in Moscow when his parents died and then came here to live with his drunken uncle. That's when I met him. He was shy about everything and to everyone except for me. His uncle didn't care about him one bit, leaving him only to fend for himself. We attended the same school for eight years which was enough to quit school here. He was very smart but did not want to show it by turning his school work in late. The year he was done with school, his uncle died from overdosing pain killers. I let him live with me until I graduated and moved out.
The snow started to pick up, blurring my vision almost completely. I could barely see Bryan, so I grabbed his hand tightly not daring to let go. His fingers were frost bitten, I was afraid that if I squeezed too hard one of them would fall off.
"We should run," I announced, "We'll get there faster and warm up a little." He didn't answer but started to pick up his pace and I followed knowing we were closing in.
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Bryan and I finally made it there. It was small but enough for us and a fire. We have to stay here until the snow blows over. There were logs in here, probably for storage of someone who hunts.
"I'll start it," he said.
I was wondering why he would want to start it, he could barely move his fingers, let alone a log. "No, I got it. Rest."
"Now here we go again with this whole trusting issue."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, and besides you need to rest or your fingers might fall off," I joked.
"Whatever."
I set up the fire and started it with matches I found hidden under the logs. It lit, flames ignited, orange and rusty red with hints of white. I sat next to Bryan and warmed my hands over the fire and soon fell asleep.
