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Present Day- Vladimir's Apartment

Vladimir raised his TT up and released the clip. Two bullets left in the clip, one in the chamber. He fired it 5 times over the last 8 months. Three were embedded in the ceiling. He placed the clip on the side table. He pulled the hammer slowly back on the pistol, closed his eyes as the memories flooded back yet again. He faces of his wife and daughter. Their bodies lying in the hospital, horrifically burnt, there skin like charcoal…

8 Months Earlier

Rain was making it hard for Vladimir to control powerful rear-wheel drive police cruiser as it twisted through the late night traffic. Catherine Chevy Express had four-wheel and cleared corners but lacked the power to out run the cruiser for long. Vladimir rear-ended the Chevy, bending the hood open and busting a headlight. The Chevy got a burst of speed but was unaffected by the impact.
“Get us off this street.” Catherine barked her orders. The driver didn’t respond but the order was clear. He made a sharp left on to a quieter street before taking another right into a back ally that ran the length of the block. Vladimir’s car sped past the ally, it was hard on the wet road for him to safely make the turn and took the next right up. As he passed through the next cross road he caught a glimpse of the Chevy heading into the next ally. He sped on, hoping to get ahead and cut them off. He turned hard, sliding through red light. The car nearly doing a 180 and just missing a night bus. There it was, the Chevy pulled out of the ally and was heading for another ally. Now he had her. Stumping his foot hard on the gas, he aimed the cruiser for the board side on the Chevy.

The impact was hard enough to raise the Chevy on the two wheels and flipped on to it side as the police cruiser slid to a stop. A moment passed, Vladimir had hit his on the steering wheel, blood running down face, his left arm broken in the impact. He looked over to where the Chevy had stopped, a small crowd had started to gather near it. Sudden he was ripped out of his seat by one of the Catherine brutes and thrown into the street. Vladimir picked himself up, looking around for another possible attacker. There’s just the one. He went for gun. “Shit” quietly cursed to himself, it must have fallen out in the crash. He felt pain in his arm, it still needed time to heal. This fight would have to been one handed.

The brute slowly walked over to Vladimir as he cradled left arm. Vlad watched him closely, as he took his fight stance. The brute came at him hard with right hook trying his best to get at Vlad's broken left arm. A soft left followed after servals hard right handers. All Vlad could do was bring his back around try and take the blows away from arm. This brute was well trained, knowing Systema and mixing it in with medium level boxing techniques. Vladimir came back as best as could with a series of kicks followed by a powerful downward blow to the head, but the brute blocked every one of his strikes. He may be big but was fast as well.
“END THIS!” A unified voice spoke. Vladimir looked around, the small group of on lookers near the Chevy had turned to face the two fighters in the rain soaked street. The crowd parted letting another brute join. Vladimir raised his left arm as it finally snapped back together.
“BRING IT BITCH!” He shouted, readying himself for the next round.

End of Part 4

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The story takes place in the city of Angel-Falls

Vladimir is my own character

Catherine belongs to

Description
Present Day- Vladimir's Apartment

Vladimir raised his TT up and released the clip. Two bullets left in the clip, one in the chamber. He fired it 5 times over the last 8 months. Three were embedded in the ceiling. He placed the clip on the side table. He pulled the hammer slowly back on the pistol, closed his eyes as the memories flooded back yet again. He faces of his wife and daughter. Their bodies lying in the hospital, horrifically burnt, there skin like charcoal…

8 Months Earlier

Rain was making it hard for Vladimir to control powerful rear-wheel drive police cruiser as it twisted through the late night traffic. Catherine Chevy Express had four-wheel and cleared corners but lacked the power to out run the cruiser for long. Vladimir rear-ended the Chevy, bending the hood open and busting a headlight. The Chevy got a burst of speed but was unaffected by the impact.
“Get us off this street.” Catherine barked her orders. The driver didn’t respond but the order was clear. He made a sharp left on to a quieter street before taking another right into a back ally that ran the length of the block. Vladimir’s car sped past the ally, it was hard on the wet road for him to safely make the turn and took the next right up. As he passed through the next cross road he caught a glimpse of the Chevy heading into the next ally. He sped on, hoping to get ahead and cut them off. He turned hard, sliding through red light. The car nearly doing a 180 and just missing a night bus. There it was, the Chevy pulled out of the ally and was heading for another ally. Now he had her. Stumping his foot hard on the gas, he aimed the cruiser for the board side on the Chevy.

The impact was hard enough to raise the Chevy on the two wheels and flipped on to it side as the police cruiser slid to a stop. A moment passed, Vladimir had hit his on the steering wheel, blood running down face, his left arm broken in the impact. He looked over to where the Chevy had stopped, a small crowd had started to gather near it. Sudden he was ripped out of his seat by one of the Catherine brutes and thrown into the street. Vladimir picked himself up, looking around for another possible attacker. There’s just the one. He went for gun. “Shit” quietly cursed to himself, it must have fallen out in the crash. He felt pain in his arm, it still needed time to heal. This fight would have to been one handed.

The brute slowly walked over to Vladimir as he cradled left arm. Vlad watched him closely, as he took his fight stance. The brute came at him hard with right hook trying his best to get at Vlad's broken left arm. A soft left followed after servals hard right handers. All Vlad could do was bring his back around try and take the blows away from arm. This brute was well trained, knowing Systema and mixing it in with medium level boxing techniques. Vladimir came back as best as could with a series of kicks followed by a powerful downward blow to the head, but the brute blocked every one of his strikes. He may be big but was fast as well.
“END THIS!” A unified voice spoke. Vladimir looked around, the small group of on lookers near the Chevy had turned to face the two fighters in the rain soaked street. The crowd parted letting another brute join. Vladimir raised his left arm as it finally snapped back together.
“BRING IT BITCH!” He shouted, readying himself for the next round.

End of Part 4

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The story takes place in the city of Angel-Falls

Vladimir is my own character

Catherine belongs to