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[FINISHED]Leningrad, 1987

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[FINISHED]Leningrad, 1987

Post by Sentinel on Fri Apr 08, 2016 7:14 pm

Something I had planned for a while but hadn't gotten around to until Jack's little thing.

December 25th, 1987
Leningrad, USSR

A sharp, cold wind gushed forth at 18-year-old Atticus Kinez, who tightened his ushanka onto his head as he pressed forth in front of the Hermitage.

"Blyat," he muttered, the icy atmosphere instantly chilling his mouth. "Hate this damn place..." A skinny lad, poor Atticus was highly vulnerable to Russia's frosty winters. He had only felt the warmth of more temperate lands once, when his family traveled to Australia for a summer.

He loved the heat. He hated his family.

They never got along with Atticus. Most of the Kinez's were not only atheist, they were anti-religious. Atticus' earliest memories of a church were scarred by his mother's back hand when he was 6.

"Derzhites podalshe, malchik," she warned as Atticus stared at a Catholic pastor with curiosity. "Religion is nothing but fanaticism. Especially the Vatican. Greedy capitalists."

The words stuck with Atticus for some time. When he was 8, he asked his mother a very important question.

"But what about God? How else are we supposed to-"

But his mother cut him off. "Atticus, listen to me very closely. There are no such things as gods. They do not exist. Don't waste your time with fairy tales and myths."

This wasn't the only time he had heard something like this. His brothers, sisters, and cousins mocked him relentlessly for seeing things - strange, wonderful things - that they had not.

"But I swear, it's true!" he would shout atop their riotous laughter. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Right, malyutka," his older sister chided. "A giant dog with flaming eyes. Quite the imagination."

"Perhaps he's insane? That would explain a lot," offered a cousin. More laughter, and Atticus stomped away with red, tear-filled eyes.

Years later, and yet Atticus' faith hadn't faltered. He knew there was more to the world than it seemed. He had heard stories from fellow Russians - sightings of dragons, and half-man beasts. Only a select few in the world could see them, a few elderly men had claimed to him. To have the Sight was to be lucky.

But Atticus didn't feel lucky. Luck was one thing he didn't believe in. All he knew was one thing - as soon as he could, next spring, he was leaving the communist regime he had grown up in, and there was only one place he knew would accept him - America.

"I know it," he muttered, returning to his cottage. "I know it for a fact, even if I can't prove it. The gods are real. And one day, I'll meet one. What a day that will be."

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