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- Posted: Mon, 24 Dec 2012 00:50:13 +0000
Roland had been up all night. It wasn't because he was out partying and it wasn't because he got too involved with videogames to bother with sleep. It was because he couldn't. How could you sleep upon knowing your brother's life was in danger? The boy sat there in front of the fireplace staring into the rolling flames with a gun cradled between his hands. "Roland, are you ready to eat anything yet?" One of the house servants came to the room to see him there. "No." He murmured as he continued to stare into the flames. "Sir, I know things have falling apart since yesterday, but might I advise you care for yourself first? Your father has always put himself first before anyone. How do you expect to care for those you love if you aren't strong enough yourself?" Roland's eyes shot to the side as he glared towards the old man. "Don't you talk about my father. Go make me something to eat." He finally said, allowing himself to cave in to the older man. Roland stood from his chair and moved towards his current prepaid phone. The phones he used were constantly changing, the boy never kept one of them for more than a week at a time. His fingers ran across the buttons as he dialed up a number.
He waited for Alexander to pick up. It had taken Roland a while to calm down, not that he even showed it on the surface, but inside he was having a goddamn heart attack. When he had first heard the news he told the other male to wander the city streets until he got his brother back. He didn't care that it was snowing all of last night. He demanded Alexander get his brother back that instance. With... Well, nothing to work with. Upon calming down Roland realized having one guy run around the city with no information about it would be a waste of time. Roland wasn't sure how much time he had but wasting a whole night like that was something he didn't plan on doing again. They'd have to be productive. He was still waiting to hear word from the kidnappers. What did they want? Money? Drugs? Part of him wanted to believe that the kidnappers were just a few high guys who wanted a few hits of their favorite drugs. All they'd need was to drop off a small bag and his brother would be returned safely. Why couldn't those be the kidnappers?
- [ p h o n e .c a l l : Alexander Volkov ]
[ Ꮮocation ] [ Home sweet home. ]
[ Ꮯompany ] [ None. ]