Dead Watchers: -Beast of Chernobyl-

By Robby Richardson

In a city that lay abandoned since 1986 comes a secret that only money can reveal. The city of Pripyat was cosidered beautiful by many, but now is the battle ground for a hunt conducted by the rich. Ten sponsers must select the most evil people they know to compete in a battle royale against an immortal creature. They must unite together or die fighting amongst each other all for the entertainment of a secret group known as, The Dead Watchers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Aug 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781490762265

Robby Richardson

Robby Richardson is twenty seven years old and currently lives in Chicago, Illinois. He is currently attending Lewis University for his master’s in secondary education. He dreams of owning his own publishing, recording, and film production companies. Robby is also getting married in October of 2013.

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DEAD WATCHERS

-THE BEAST OF CHERNOBYL-

ROBBY RICHARDSON

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CONTENTS

Dedication

Chapter 1 Creature Of The Night In Dead Watcher Sight

Chapter 2 Along Came A Spider

Chapter 3 The Wolf Of The Desert

Chapter 4 Why Can’t I Escape?

Chapter 5 Iron Cross

Chapter 6 Intelligence From Dirt

Chapter 7 Black Voodoo

Chapter 8 Blood For Profit

Chapter 9 The Unnamed One

Chapter 10 Age Is Only A Number

Chapter 11 The Dongola Miso

Chapter 12 Locked And Caged

Chapter 13 A Howl On The Wind

Chapter 14 Teeth And Claws With Bloody Paws

Chapter 15 Initial Attack

Chapter 16 Unstoppable

Chapter 17 The Trap Is Set

Chapter 18 Safe Haven

Chapter 19 The Campfire Tales

Chapter 20 The Man By The River

Chapter 21 The Dead Hospital

Chapter 22 Size Of The Fight

Chapter 23 The Final Moments

Chapter 24 The Requiem

Chapter 25 Hybrid

DEDICATION

The Two Biggest Fools I Ever Met

&

Aimee

So Kings May Rise Stars Must Fall

-Robby Richardson-

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CHAPTER 1

CREATURE OF THE NIGHT IN DEAD WATCHER SIGHT

(09/02/2004)

I t was a quiet night over the lonely evacuated city of Pripyat. The buildings lay rotting and crumbling as nature seemed to be winning its fight against the industry that had once threatened to destroy it. The silence of the night was shattered by a lone man running down the broken and abandoned street. He was dressed in green camouflage and his footsteps seemed to die in the night air. He was running harder than he had ever done before. His dog tags clattered against his chest with every stride he took. Please god, help me he begged with every gasp of air he took. He stopped in his tracks. He could not take another step. His hand ran over his chest as the stinging pain had returned. The adrenaline he had been feeling minutes ago was now gone. He knew his current situation had now become a dire one as he withdrew his hand from his shirt.

His hand had become soaked in blood. He returned it back onto his bloody chest. He felt his fingers hit four large deep gashes. It got me, he muttered as he decided to use one of the buildings as refuge. Maybe he would be able to loose the monster in one of them? He crashed through a mysterious door. Struggling down a flight of stairs and running down another large hallway. He stumbled into a door that was covered in mold, dirt, muddy hand prints, and even blood. He slammed the door and slouched into the corner. He fell to the ground and stared down at the gashes in his side. The blood had made his pants soggy and soon a panic began to fill his already thumping heart.

A loud howl was heard right above him, oh…god! The panic that had filled him was now replaced with sheer terror. He reached over to his breast pocket and withdrew his hunting knife fearing the end had come. He watched the ceiling as heavy footsteps shook the floor above him and a low growl rattled the walls. Soon many footsteps could be heard as a soft moaning came from his undead partners. The creature roared into the night and soon chunks of the ceiling came hurling to the floor. A loud CRASH could be heard as the stairs shattered under the creature’s steps. A body seemed to be thrown against the wall and another tumbled down the flight of stairs just outside the door. He’s coming…they’re all coming, said the soldier. Maybe the creature would not be able to find him in the darkness? Maybe he could actually survive this by sheer luck? However nobody else from his group had survived unless you counted the ones’ that became an undead walking corpse. There had to be one, somebody had to survive the hunt. The creature moved down the hallway as its raggedy breathing could be heard outside the door. It sniffed the air with every step stopping outside the soldier’s door. He could hear the creature’s mouth open. The creature seemed to taste the soldier’s smell in the air. A loud march of footsteps could be heard from the stairs. The gang was all here.

The creature’s claws raked softly on the door. He raised his knife which was like bringing a toothpick to fight an army. The guns he had once possessed where all gone, and now it had come down to this. He was ready for the fight of his life. He gripped the knife tighter and knew that hand to hand combat would be his final act. The door smashed and a giant piece was torn from it. GO AWAY, yelled the soldier, who now realized that the creature could smell his blood. Please oh god, go away, the outline of the creature could be seen through the hole in the door.

Its long fingers gripped the edge of the hole and ripped the door down to the ground splintering it into kindling. The creature’s figure could be seen through the small light that entered the window of the basement room. The moon seemed to disappear behind a cloud as if not wanting to witness the event unfolding before it. You have taken everybody, and if you want me…it’s gonna cost ya! The outline of the creature stood larger than the door frame. A single glowing red eye focused directly on him. Its ragged breathing sent spit to shower over the room. What are you waiting for yelled the soldier. The creature roared and leapt on top of the soldier overpowering him easily. Before the creature could sink its claws into the man’s shoulders, his teeth had clamped onto his face. The creature released the soldier as his knife had found its way into the creature’s side. The creature reared back and howled in pain. The soldier withdrew the knife and repeatedly stabbed the creature harder each time digging into its thick fur. He felt the knife go deep into the creature sliding between a set of ribs. The creature’s claws landed in the soldier’s face and pulled out the front of his skull with little energy. The soldier’s hands fell as the creature reared its head back again and roared into the night.

Meanwhile hundreds of miles away, a vast group of men were sitting in a large dining room. They were screaming at several flat screen televisions that ran across every inch of the surrounding walls. Smoke curled from cigars as other men raised their glasses of brandy in triumph and others threw theirs against the wall. A man began to curse in Italian yelling at one of the televisions. The lights dimmed as a spotlight was focused on a stage at the other end of the room. The men grew silent as a lone man approached a microphone in the middle of the stage. Attention my fellow Dead Watchers attention, I am of course your Speaker for this season’s hunt, all the men in the room turned to the Speaker. It is my duty to officially tell you that the Elites have announced this year’s hunt to have officially come to an end. This marks the end of another memorable season. The reactions from the crowd seemed mixed. Some men booed loudly, while others gave a polite applause thanking the man for a pleasant weekend. We’re now going to conduct the official raffle for next season’s hunt, then announce this years Skull and Bones Awards. Now as everybody knows if your number is called you will report to the conference room at the back of the ship. There the Voice will inform you of the details and stipulations on next year’s hunt. I am afraid all the rest of you fellow Dead Watchers must wait until next season’s hunt for all those little details. Lastly, we will be taking reservations for next season’s hunt so make sure you sign up today. Once again, this concludes the 2004 hunt. Thank you and I hope to see you all next season.

The Speaker was about to walk away, but stopped oh and I almost forgot, if you picked Sergeant First Class John M. Steele of the 2nd Ranger Battalion to be the winner, you can collect your winnings in the Wagering Room. The Speaker walked away from the table as another man approached the microphone. This man was younger and a lot pudgier than the other. But this man was different because he carried a remote with him. Hello everybody, the Elite have just concluded next year’s lottery drawing and selected the ten sponsors for next season’s hunt. The group of suits clapped respectfully and the man continued, The Elite have informed me that next season’s hunt is going to be different from previous seasons. So, make sure you reserve your spots today. A whir of a projector could be heard as a list of names appeared on the back wall. If your name appears you know the drill. I have officially been told by the captain that we will be pulling into port in three hours time. Thank you and I hope to see you next season. The hunt will begin as usual on Oct. 31st.

The man gave a little bow and exited the stage as all the suits began to shake hands. The room filled with chatter as people began to file out of the room. Meanwhile many other men were reading the list off the projector as ten men were escorted around the side of the stage and through a set of black doors. The pudgy spokesman escorted the men to a room that was encircled by a glamorous view of the ocean. The ship gave a blow of its horn as the pudgy man gave a squeak, please gentleman, the Voice will be with you shortly…I must begin boarding procedures. The pudgy spokesman gave a little bow good day to you gentleman and I look forward to seeing you all next year. All the men sat around a brown table leaning back in their luxurious padded office chairs. One of the men rose from his seat, he had gray hair slicked back with what looked to be Crisco oil. He smiled as he twirled his gray mustache. A monocle hung from his right breast pocket and glimmered in the sunlight. He smiled serenely as he stared around at the nine other men, some of you I haven’t met, he stared at several of the men. And some of you I have, he turned to the other people that seemed to nod their head in acknowledgment. I feel that since I have the most money and highest rank of our little club. He giggled a little and continued, I feel that it is only proper for me to take charge until the Voice formally enters. A broad shouldered Russian man, whose cheeks hung like a bulldogs yelled, How dare you! I MAKE twice as much money as you!

The man gave another soft giggle, oh please Ivan you couldn’t sell shit to a farmer. Another man stood under-dressed from the rest of the group with his red bow tie and began to protest. I know who you are Pascal and it’s not hard selling oil now is it? Pascal slammed his large fist on the table shaking the glasses of water as the man giggled again twirling his mustache. Before I was rudely interrupted… his head tilted towards Ivan and Pascal, I am Lord Otto Wolfe Browne Beytout. He paused as if waiting for an applause that never seemed to come. He giggled again as he straightened his tie, I think we should all go around and introduce ourselves and our ventures. He gave a superior smile as he said, I inherited my money. My father and mother have been Dead Watchers since its inception. He gave a final superior chuckle as he turned to his left. A man with white hair that seemed to mimic the shade of freshly picked cotton. His black tuxedo was made from the smoothest fabric. His sliver mustache was combed perfectly straight, and his face glared at Lord Otto like a used piece of tissue paper.

Refocusing his attention back onto the group his disgust in Lord Otto seemed to be felt by a majority of the people. He rose to his feet as Lord Otto sat straightening his pants softly, My name is Harold Rosenberg the third. I think most of you have heard of my diamonds? They all seemed to nod their heads politely. Lord Otto gave an obnoxious giggle of comprehension. Mr. Rosenberg sat as the next person stood his brown hair seemed to take on the shape of a football helmet. The wrinkles in his face gave him the appearance of being older than he appeared. My name is Joseph Michael, I am lawyer, a lawyer, whispered Lord Otto. He gave a soft girlish giggle as Joseph scowled sitting down. An older gentleman whose face seemed to sag with tiredness, he sat in his chair almost too tired to stand, Conrad F. Mansbridge…I own many correctional facilities in Rhode Island, New Jersey, and most predominantly in Maryland. The Russian man still displayed disgust at Lord Otto and for a second seemed unwilling to participate. Conrad nudged his large shoulder almost sleepily as Ivan gave a stern Ivan D. Dimitiri, I sell vodka and that is all! A dark skinned man with buzzed black hair sat crossing his cigar like fingers together in polite interest. A large gruesome scar running from the left of his face to the right stretched as he gave a firm and direct Thorbjorn Olofsson I’m a founding member of the National Rainbow Coalition and Kenya’s current Minister of Finance. A chubby cheeked man with a blue tailored suit and a silk red tie followed Thorbjorn. He had a stern look about him and he gazed at every member before he spoke, My name is Ron Reid Edwards, and I am a deputy with the Mexican Sessions, three time Assistant Coordinator to the National Action Party Parliamentary group, two time Coordinator for the NAAPG, two time Coordinator for the Population Commission. I am also on the National Executive Committee for the… Jesus, yelled the man to his right. We get it alright Ron! Ron gave the mousy man a blood thirsty stare, don’t you silence me Gordon you prissy little prick! It’s enough I have to put up with Mr. Snobby over there!

Lord Otto was not even remotely paying attention to Ron, absent-mindedly picking at his fingernails giggling at the simplicity of it. His eyes rose as he noticed the room staring at him. He gave a smug smile as he said I am sorry did you finish talking Ron? Ron fell silent as the small mousy man ended the silence with a soft Gordon Wim Ford. He straightened his small glasses and added let’s just say that I have held many diplomatic positions at the European Union and the United Nations. The man next to Gordon stared at him politely as his eyes traveled towards each individual, where is the Voice? He should be here by now shouldn’t he? Everybody grumbled until the man gave a snide, alright, alright, Jesus…my name is Pascal Bolkestein former Secretary General of NATO and the tenth largest private owner of oil. Head like a large cabbage he leaned back in his seat which seemed to protest under his overly large stature.

The last man sat in his seat still and quiet as a dead night. His voice was no more than a whisper my name is… The whole room bellowed louder! The man had an unshaven face with eyes that gave off a plain sort of feel. His hands ran together as he seemed nervous about addressing the group. My name is Jango Cassidy and I own several newspapers and magazines. Jango fell silent as a door crashed open revealing a man being escorted by two other men in black suits. The man in front was clean cut and stood with a posture that you could only find with the most respected leaders of a country. He had combed back gray hair and gold rings on his fingers. His teeth sparkled in the sunlight and he gave a polite nod to every member in the room. Sorry to keep you all waiting gentleman…since you’re all intuitive men can I assume that introductions have been made? They all nodded in agreement, Lord Otto gave a small giggle as he beamed at all the members. I am afraid that I don’t have much time. I have to begin preparations for next season’s hunt. Every member nodded as the Voice continued, I am one of the thirteen Dead Watcher Elite and as customary nobody knows any of our names and I would like to keep it that way. I have come here to tell you the official rules for the next hunt. And I must say my fellow Elites and I are very excited…many of the rules will remain the same, but one has changed with unanimous approval.

They all stared at each other wondering what could be the difference with this hunt. We have seen the best soldiers, hunters, and fighters all fall to Creature X. All the members smiled at each other as if reliving a fond memory. Lord Otto giggled absent-mindedly as Ivan glowered. Thorbjorn’s fingers were still crossed in polite interest at the Voice who continued, We have seen brave men and women all fall to the creature including many of our personal nation’s heroes. However for this upcoming hunt the Elite feel that it would be interesting to see the most evil people that you personally know fight against the creature. Lord Otto gave a wide smile as he gleefully giggled, Oh how fun!

The Voice raised his finger and said, Rules are simple, you must actually know the person or have had personal contact with them. The Elites have initiated Gatherers to do extensive background checks on each of your candidates at the official weigh in. If no previous interactions or contacts were made with your candidate you will be fined heavily and your collateral will be seized by the organization. The candidate you choose must not have any formal military training, belong to any country’s military organizations, and originality counts…no duplicates either! I don’t want ten serial killers or ten cartel members. Resistance fighters are fine as long as there is no formal military training…any questions? They all glared at each other as if they where trying to figure out their opponents next move.

There came a loud grumbling as if a motor was trying to turn off wha…wha…what you mean collateral? The Voice turned to Ivan, Can I assume this is your first time sponsoring? Every sponsor Ivan must submit something to the group to show their integrity in their candidate. If the Gatherers find no connection or interaction between you and your candidate then your collateral will be seized. And surely to answer your next question, collateral can range from anything to a business, house, money, or anything valued over ten million dollars. Many members of the group began to clamor in argument but Lord Otto sat still picking at his nails giggling slightly as if the money meant nothing to him.

I understand your concerns…I understand them. My fellow Elites and I have increased the collateral because this is not like looking up files on a military soldier. There is much more risk involved with society’s scum. To reiterate the Elites want you to find candidates that are the worst, most dangerous, or most evil person that you personally know…any more questions? The Voice seemed to take the group’s silence as comprehension as he clapped his hands and said wonderful, you will present your candidate at the weighing ceremony next year on Oct. 24th so the medical exams can be finished on time. Those Gamer Guides don’t write themselves! You will also receive next year’s rules before you disembark. If help is needed in requisitioning your candidate Rounders are here around the clock to help you. Their names and stats will also be present with the rules. Collateral must be submitted before we pull into port today. The Voice scanned the room and bounced on the edge of his feet saying thank you for your time gentlemen and I personally am very excited about this new idea… He turned from the spot and began to walk from the room. He stopped and turned back to all the members I am sorry but mercenaries also do not count since their lifestyle is considered military. Ivan slammed his fist on the table as Ron gave a loud Chinga! Many members of the group seemed hurt by this sudden rule. The Voice smiled at all of them, I am sorry but we think it will make the hunt a lot more interesting and unique for all of us, don’t you? Also we’re adding a new award to the Skull and Bones Awards. Any sponsor receives an extra $500,000 for the most original candidate. We’re calling it the Diamond in the Rough Award.

Despite all the disappointed faces most of them nodded their agreement. It will bring originality to our little sport and move us all away from the monotony of soldiers and military training. Everyone rose as the Voice gave one final smile and left the room as quick as he had entered. Lord Otto rose from his chair, Thank you gentlemen for a lovely three days. I’ll see you all next year for the hunt. Everybody else began shaking hands as Lord Otto gave his girlish giggle with every hand he shook. Soon the room dispersed and the ship crudely named The Getaway pulled into port. Each of the ten selected members of the Dead Watchers were released to find the most evil and dangerous people they have ever known.

CHAPTER 2

ALONG CAME A SPIDER

[Nicole Nikki Ann Iosif Dzhugashvili]

(10/23/2005)

V at da ell do vou tink vou’re… Nikki was thrown into an empty prison cell. She threw her golden locks out of her face as she yelled, Vo do vou tink vou are? The correction officer was a dark skinned woman that gave a frustrated, I know exactly who you are dear! She began to walk away as Nikki yelled Vell den vou are idiot…can’t ev’n ollow imple enructionz! The guard just laughed as she began to open a door at the opposite end, Nikki yelled, I von’t alk o… but the guard gave a rude I know, who do you think is here?

Turning in the spot she watched as another door opened at the opposite end. Vell, vell, vell, she said as she glared at the newcomers like a cat watching a mouse. The cell door opened, vell ef et izn’t mi blood zucking nake en de grazz usband and mi ov’r aid blood zucking nake en de grazz lawer. Her lawyer had slicked back greasy black hair and his pin striped office suit hung from his scrawny body. Sweat glistened down his crooked nose as he moved aside to let in an older gentleman. His brown hair was shaped like a football helmet and his wrinkled face made him appear ancient compared to her still youthful looks. Well the supposed love of my life, he snarled as Nikki added, I’m sill vaiting on apers from vo Yoseph! Well that is what I am here to discuss, her lawyer invited her to sit as they all took a seat at the metal table.

I am afraid dear that your upcoming trial will not be as fortunate as the one I tried over, I’ll andle et she shot back to her husband. Yes, but this is not some silly telemarketing scam that you pulled. However despite everything that you have done to me Nikki… Nikki huffed, Oh dat es noting arling cumpared vo vat I cood ave don. Did…vou not ze de list? Joseph nodded, I know…I got a hold of your record. Your WHOLE record…you have a very impressive rap sheet and I must say it was foolish of you to come back. I wish I would have known all that before I married you. She crossed her arms, Sum of et appened vhile ve vere married…but I glad oo ze vou’re emprezzed. So what do you plan on doing while you have been remanded to jail until the trial, sneering at her lawyer, Vell if omebody ad done deir yob and… A hand raised as Joseph said whatever the case you’re still here and are going to be here for the rest of your life. I got you off last time, but like I said this is not a simple telemarketing scam… only this time I am working against you. Vou alwavs id bore me, o vou ave a point or are vou oing oo cuntinue oo amble on?

Nikki’s lawyer brought out a thick manila folder and opened it reading aloud Nicole Ann Romanov, Es Nikki vou ov’raid zuit! Remend me ow I ot ztuk vit vou? Her lawyer just continued Nicole Ann Romanov born May 12, 1979 in Boksitogorsk, Soviet Union, now Russia. Her lawyer continued, escaped from Bedford Hills and fled the country, recently recaptured at Plattsburgh International Airport…charges including the first trial were as followed five counts Grand Larceny, five counts Identity theft… Vat es all bout Yoseph, I ave bedder tings vo do! Well I think that you even realize that you can’t weasel yourself out of this one, nor escape again. Nikki tossed her blonde hair back Vell ef vou are offing a yeal I am all earz. He leaned in and whispered I do have an offer…not that you deserve one after what you did to me! Ef et meanz yaylight or reduzed entence I kan pare a youple zeconds, Joseph leaned in even closer. What if I told you that I could promise you your freedom? Nikki gave an interested jo on. My firm has recently decided to go international and we plan to buy out another large firm but are having problems on the settling cost. Brushing her hair back again, Vou alwayz id ore me vith vour yories. Vhy vood vou tink I vould fane even da slitest inerest…especially afer all da yarges vou filed on me.

Joseph’s face had grown sour and Nikki could not hide the small bit of pleasure that it brought her. The point is Nikki that you possess a certain set of skills that I find suitable for this line of work. This set of skills can be used to convince a certain somebody on merging our two law firms together quicker she stared at him. Vell dat is a veri dantalizing ofer but I iz fraid vou are en for a long and iresome rial…danks by da vay for all vour phanancial zupport. She glared at him adding, making me youze ze public efenders ike I am zum animal! Vhen da divorce es final I can ake dat money, fire dis joof and et myself a real lawer! I know your tricks, and I know all your secrets Nikki! I am making sure that you aren’t getting a dime of that… Joseph sniffled grabbing the bridge of his nose as she slyly smiled again, and vo es da one ceeping zecretz? They both stared at each other with mutual hatred. Nikki could see the hidden anger in his face. He was a snake in the grass. Why would a man that she tried to kill offer a helping hand? How’s vour ack by de vay, his teeth seemed to clench, you left me to die! Fluttering her eyes as she began to sprout fake tears ut arling I vas raped, istraught…how cood vou zay dat I ave zecretz? Secrets…your rap sheet speaks for itself! I don’t think rape sounds like… he pulled back and gave a fake give it to me really hard! I heard you darling as I was walking into the house. Was he good?

(09/20/2001)

They both seemed to dwell back on the event that had plagued them four years ago. The estate gardener Jimmy was giving her the usual good stuff, when a car door slammed in the distance. She stared up into Jimmy’s sweaty face. His crooked teeth made Nikki almost gag whenever she caught a glimpse of them. However Jimmy served a purpose and love had nothing to do with it. If she felt any pleasure that would just be an added bonus. Footsteps could be heard under the window it was time to put her plan into motion. Giving him a false, ive it vo me reelly ard! Jimmy began to go harder with every rock of Joseph’s bed. She slapped Jimmy’s face playfully, Vou amazing, she lied. She heard the front door open in the distance. Jimmy’s heavy breathing seemed to drown out his senses. She slapped him again playfully but this time getting a little harder and rougher. Soon she was slapping him hard as he grabbed her throat holding her down. She nodded, ust ike dat, zqueeze arder! His grip tightened as she whispered on’t…et… jo. Her nails dug deep into his back and she began to choke, ease on’t vo dis, her attitude had taken a sudden change. I ave an usband, et me jo, she screamed. The bedroom door swung open and a voice yelled, Get off of her! Jimmy froze as Joseph pulled him off of her. Tears filled Nikki’s eyes as she fake cried, e vas raping me! Joseph took a swing at Jimmy, who yelled, wait I wasn’t… Joseph’s hand missed and crashed into the mirror. He let out a howl of pain as Jimmy pleaded, She seduced… but Joseph tackled him and they crashed against the wall. Whispering softly, Et’em Yimmy…et em. Jimmy began sending shots into Joseph’s gut. His muscles began to ripple and Nikki knew that their love affair was not going to be in vain.

Jimmy pulled Joseph’s hands apart twisting on the spot. They both stumbled to the window. I’m taking you with me you son of bitch, Jimmy gave a giant thrust but Joseph’s good hand grabbed his and he fell through as well. They twisted in the air and Joseph was able to land on top of Jimmy who crashed on top of Nikki’s blue Lamborghini. He heard Jimmy’s back break at the moment of impact. Joseph slammed with such force and flew over the top crashing to the driveway. He smacked his head on the bricks staring up at the third floor landing. Nikki stared down at him with a sheet wrapped around her naked body. Call… 9…1…1, he muttered weakly. A hidden pleasure appeared as she began to retreat from the window. Help me, were his last words as he stared up at the empty window. Joseph had lost track of time as he lay motionless on the driveway. Soon he succumbed to the oncoming darkness that he tried to resist.

(Present)

You guys…hey, wake up! A snapping of fingers from her lawyer seemed to bring them both out of their stupor. An awkward silence grew in the room as Nikki just leaned back in her seat. Zo…. Nikki said gazing back to her weasel looking lawyer to her blood sucking husband that should be dead instead of Jimmy. Will you take the deal, asked the lawyer who tried to keep the train on the tracks. I aven’t eard de rezt of et. Vhat vo I et ef I zeduce dis juy and et vou vour erger? We are prepared to get most of the charges dropped and some to misdemeanor assault. We’ll think of something for the disposal of corpses but I guarantee in the end all you’ll have to do is community service. Nikki gave a loud laugh as her husband coughed loudly. She fell silent as he reluctantly said, I will also offer you a cash total of twenty thousand dollars…plus expenses. Vow, Nikki exclaimed sarcastically Vou vere all vays dullest bulb in da bunch veren’t vou? Joseph was frozen on the spot as Nikki continued, I don’t ean rain on paraid but dere es small roblem of up oming rial phor oter argez and fact dat I urrently locked up til dat rial. If we can’t get the charges reduced or removed your lawyer will ask for a continuance which the judge will grant…an old college and fraternity buddy of mine. Think of this continuance as a chance to take a vacation…a permanent vacation. On that note you’ll never be able to come back to the United States.

Nikki began to rub her chin in thought. Her mind dwelled on the promise. The offer was tempting but it might as well come from the devil himself. Still Nikki could not survive prison and prison was something she really didn’t want to do. She had dodged it for too long and too many times. She knew that this time there was no way out of it. However the truth remained the same, this trial would eventually come to an end and the result would be life in prison. Alright, vat oder choice vo I ave? Nikki watched Joseph hide his jubilation with a smartest thing you ever did Nikki. I’ll take care of the paperwork for you in the meantime I would start practicing your art of seduction. Nikki laughed, I on’t eed ractice…it vorked on vou idn’t et? Joseph straightened his suit, I wish you loved me as much as you wanted my money…representing you in that case was the worst mistake I made. Nikki stood up and yelled juard! The jailer came from behind the door and headed towards the cell door. I vant alf da ash upfront and de ivorce en vriting. So I juess I vill ee vou at rial? She laughed a little as the guard began to shackle her up. Joseph and her lawyer left out the other cell door, when he said I’ll see you soon darling.

As the guard walked Nikki back to her cell her mind dwelled on the following incident. Why would a man that she tried to kill ask for her help? It didn’t make sense. Why would her husband make her an offer like that? How did she end up in this mess? Even if the offer was true, Nikki didn’t expect it to come. She had to think about the upcoming trial and her survival. It seemed like all she was doing was surviving. Since the day her mother pushed her from the house, the day when soldiers burst through their small secluded cabin in the woods. The day when Stalin ordered the capture and the safe return of his first born son, her uncle Yakov in 1925. She believed he was 18 at the time. Nikki’s mother Vera had sat next to her on her bed and bragged to her countless times about how she is a direct descendent from the great Soviet leader, Joseph Stalin. Her mother insisted on it being the focal talking point to every conversation. Her mother used to exclaim, You should be proud I am the daughter of the great Joseph Stalin…in your blood runs the blood of the greatest leader the world has ever seen. However Nikki knew deep down that her grandmother was just being a whore. After all Stalin didn’t want to have anything to do with Nikki’s grandmother or mother. Nikki never knew her grandparents. Nikki’s mother told her that Soviet soldiers were sent to wipe out the entire family at their home in Boksitogorsk when they were deemed a threat to the security of the motherland.

Her mother told her again and again the story of how Nikki’s grandmother had gotten pregnant by the great dictator twice in over a forty seven year period resulting in two children. Nikki’s mother Vera and her uncle named Yakov Dzhugashvili. Yakov was kidnapped and adopted by Joseph and his first wife Ekaterina to avoid a national scandal and bury his adulterous ways. They divorced the following year but Nikki’s grandmother always stayed in contact with Stalin. Nikki had heard that her uncle Yakov had committed suicide while being held in a prisoner-of-war camp in 1943. Nikki’s mother Vera had never known her older brother Yakov. She was born on January 11 of 1953. Vera’s mother had become nothing more than a secret mistress to Stalin until his death in 1953. In fact, Vera bragged about her mother being the very last to be loved by Stalin and stated in her diary that she was Stalin’s real wife no matter how much of a secret their love was.

Vera’s mother had spent all her life surviving Stalin’s constant avoidance. His hidden little secret was masked behind his two marriages. At three years old Nikki remembered how her mother used to say, That thing between your legs can change hearts and minds. She would throw up her fist and say ultimate power to those who could harness it. Boys want it and will do anything for it. When she was young she didn’t understand, how could she have understood? That night in Boksitogorsk her mother pushed her out the back door with a run Nikki run! Her mother was taken by Soviet soldiers and shot. They buried the secret that Stalin had kept so well hidden all those years. She was left all alone in the world. Raised in an orphanage her only link to her past, two diaries that her mother and grandmother had kept spilling the dark secrets of Joseph Stalin. Besides the blood in her veins those diaries become her only proof to reveal her relation to Joseph Stalin. She used her body like a tool and soon after many drunken one night stands greed took over her soul.

I was thrown into my cell, ey, I yelled uselessly at the guard who smiled at me as if daring me to complain. She slammed my iron door, ey juard? Yeah, she snarled. Vat are vou macking e phor inner do night, she smiled how about a nice bologna sandwich and then for breakfast a bologna sandwich, and for lunch…hey guess what a bologna sandwich! She laughed as she walked away from my cell. I grumbled as all I could do was sit on my bed and stare at the wall. No books or television to keep my attention, I didn’t have anything to do and no plan in my head. The prison was dirty and it was not a place that I wanted to stay. There used to be a time when I went to the finest restaurants and all the popular parties.

(06/22/2005)

I remember one particular party that I had gone too. It was a couple years after I fled America and escaped the American prison named Bedford Hills. With the help of my good looks and make up I could appear a little older and fatally attractive. A trait that helped me escape and fulfill my revenge. I was in the most famous restaurant in Romania and its name translated to The Ice Bird. I sat at a table with a man that had thinning black hair and a big nose. His face was fat and filled with wrinkles reminding me of dry Play Dough with a slight pinkish tone. He had on a gray Russian uniform and his breasts were each covered in rows of different medals. So, Colonel Kakava please finish telling us that incredible story about that family. Family… he spluttered as he raised another glass filled with red wine. Ah yes, so the mother claimed to have slept with the great Stalin hundreds of times, even taking the great dictators last name. Insulting…name was, um…Zenya that’s it…anyway, he waved his hand taking a large drink of his wine. "It is absurd anyway! Stalin loved his first and second wives…that woman, that incorrigible