His hand moved of its own accord to grip Nika’s wrist and pull the wandering hand away. Gradually, the murderer’s sick smile had faded into a scowl, and he trembled as he clutched the Operativnik’s arm.
Dmitry’s head swam with shock, questions and conflicting emotions numerous as moths gathered around the sodium lights. His malice was defused as Liadov kneeled before him, peppered him with harsh words, condemned him once again in a way that was far worse than Magadan.
He was aware that his other hand had come up to stroke Nika’s hair and he watched his fingers move mechanically to toy with the ringlets of silken flax. His stomach flipped over, but he was powerless to stop.
“No…”
Deimos shook his head and wisps of black fell across his brow.
“I want… I want to break one bone in your body for every day I suffered at Magadan. I would start here…” He squeezed Liadov’s wrist, consciously digging his fingernails into the soft skin of the underside. “and end with your neck.”
His words were scarcely above a whisper, carried away on the cold wind into the dark night. Harsh as they were, they carried no real promise of a threat.
Dmitry drew in a sharp breath of the frigid air with the horrible realization that torturing Liadov wouldn’t satisfy him either. It would end too soon, and he would be left with another broken cadaver and blood on his hands.
“Maybe..." he breathed, "there is no hope for me.”
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Date: 2007-10-10 04:48 pm (UTC)Dmitry’s head swam with shock, questions and conflicting emotions numerous as moths gathered around the sodium lights. His malice was defused as Liadov kneeled before him, peppered him with harsh words, condemned him once again in a way that was far worse than Magadan.
He was aware that his other hand had come up to stroke Nika’s hair and he watched his fingers move mechanically to toy with the ringlets of silken flax. His stomach flipped over, but he was powerless to stop.
“No…”
Deimos shook his head and wisps of black fell across his brow.
“I want… I want to break one bone in your body for every day I suffered at Magadan. I would start here…” He squeezed Liadov’s wrist, consciously digging his fingernails into the soft skin of the underside. “and end with your neck.”
His words were scarcely above a whisper, carried away on the cold wind into the dark night. Harsh as they were, they carried no real promise of a threat.
Dmitry drew in a sharp breath of the frigid air with the horrible realization that torturing Liadov wouldn’t satisfy him either. It would end too soon, and he would be left with another broken cadaver and blood on his hands.
“Maybe..." he breathed, "there is no hope for me.”