Millennium

Millennium Millennium

Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

Summary

Hopefully the first short story in a small series. Tell me what you think!

Summary

Hopefully the first short story in a small series. Tell me what you think!

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Submitted: November 23, 2014

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Submitted: November 23, 2014

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"I'm Mia Stratoqi" I said with no emotion showing. I extended my hand towards him.
"I'm Mikhail, Mikhail Khabalov" he answers coolly. He takes my hand, and shakes it. A firm grip. Good.
"Where are they?" I ask, pretending to lose patience. I see the fear in his eyes. He quickly finds a key.
"This way, Stratoqi," he answers, before he quickly walks down the alley. I know he's going to lead me into a trap, but I don't care. Not anymore.

One week earlier...

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but there's nothing I can do," the female doctor said. "If she doesn't wake up by tomorrow, I'm afraid we will have to shut the comatose down," se said with sadness in her eyes.
"No. No, no, no NO!" I almost screamed. "You don't understand, doctor. She will wake up. I know she will!" I said, almost pleading. But no tears. I'm not allowed to cry. I can't.
"I will.. Leave you, for a moment. So you can say goodbye - if you want to." Then she walked out the door. I immediately went over to my sister's bed - if you can call it that.
"You will wake up, sis. I just know that," I said to her, too stubborn to see the truth. "You will wake up, you have to! Otherwise I have no one! No one!" The last part ended in a yell, and a single tear rolled down my cheek, and dripped down on me and my beloved sister's intertwined hands. That was the last time I ever held her.

Present

I almost cried thinking about it. Almost. My beloved sister, the only person I had left in this world, the one I sacrificed everything for; gone. Just like that. One moment we sit and talk at the kitchen table, the next I sit by her grave with her favorite pink flowers, looking up at the sign that says:
R.I.P Jezebel Stratoqi. 
A beautiful, caring soul. 
You will be missed.

My walk down the alley suddenly stopped. What got me into this mess? Me - as the second in command in the most powerful gang in Russia? I mean, what the Hell?! She wouldn't have wanted me to continue this. She would have told me to stop. That dealing drugs for millions of dollars wasn't a solution, just another problem.
"Er, Stratoqi? Are you coming, or what?" Mikhail said. I could run away from this. I checked my watch. The train to Minsk was off in 27 minutes. I could make it if I ran. I would be safe, and have 20 thousand euros in an untraceable account with me. I was 18. Legal, and all. I even had a passport on me somewhere. It was almost like I had planned on it. But I didn't want to do it alone.

 

"Mikhail?" I said. 
"Yes?" He said, sounding scared.
"Are you under surveillance?" I asked.
"Yes. Constantly," He answered, suddenly suspicious.
"Wanna get out of it?"
"As in..?" He came a little closer and whispered. "Run away?"
"Yes." I answered. I didn't know what I was thinking. Why would I bring a guy that was just trying to lead me into a trap? I knew why. He was just as trapped by the gangs as I was.
"But how..?"
"You would have to trust me."
".. Okay."
"And this is the part where we run for our lives," I said.
And then we quickly turned around, and ran out of the alley, just as the guns started firing behind us.


To be continued...


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