NIKOLAI
HE/HIM
TWENTY-FIVE
CYBER BOY
GYM LEADER
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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NIKOLAI PETROV
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POSTED ON Oct 14, 2018 6:04:42 GMT
each blink feels far too heavy but he will not succumb to darkness. he has to remain vigilant through the thick of the harsh, black smoke that fills the room. screams fills the room with panic but he's used to it. he wishes he isn't. but the harsh truth carries when the cries do little to deter him away from his goal. his mission.
a bang! flashes. the bullet whizzes right past him; a part of him wishes it hadn't. the sudden flash of white tells him enough to allow him to retaliate: his own firearm raises and within a second, the trigger is pulled on his own volition. he tells himself that it's not him who pulled it, but that excuse has long lost its validity because he does have a choice.
he chooses incorrectly.
another bang! sets him on top. the others cower and tremble in fear, surrendering to his might. it's the best result he could have hoped for: two bodies. a result greater than that would be if one of the bodies was his own.
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alcohol does little to combat against the chilly winds of sootpolis, but that's not why he drinks. the moment the clock strikes six, signifying the closure of the gym until the sun rises, he sheds himself of his assigned duties and situates himself in the middle of the empty gym with a glass of liquor in his hand and a lit cigarette in the other.
the skylight allows the moonlight to beautifully cast onto the gym; the sight is ruined by the drunkard in the middle, laying on his back to admire the stars above.
another shot looks to numb but familiarity is a bitch. he coughs after his drag; a puff of smoke forms above him, slowly rising before dissipating into nothing. that's what he wants: to fade away. he controls his blinking: slows it as much as he can.
he wants to forget.
the sliding of the gym doors won't allow him to. requiring too much effort, he shifts off the ground, rising to an upright position to meet the guest. "welcome to the sootopolis gym—" he slurs his words. "as you can probably see, we're closed right now. but try again tomorrow, yeah?"
he moves the glass of liquor for a mouthful and as he drinks, he peers through the subtle darkness at the guest. his eyes widen for a moment before he pushes himself off the ground. "actually, darling, for you i'll make an exception." he approaches her, stumbling slightly. he drops the cigarette somewhere along the way.
"what's your name?"
he forgets that he has a mission tonight.
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