Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

"Nicca, what's up?" Jose wandered into my room as I stared at him, conflict etched all over my face and all I could do was gape at him. "You look like you're having a midlife crisis." He snorted, shutting my door. "It wouldn't be surprising, seeing as you're twenty nine." He chuckled to himself and I rubbed my face. "What's wrong?" He walked over to me, a look of concern on his face as he ran a hand through his blond hair, taking a seat on the bed next to me. "I-I don't know." I whispered, reaching for his hand. "It's just that I have this need, this desire, this urge to always be with Mikhail." I sighed, blinking my eyes back and forth. "It's like I always need to be near him and if I don't, I'm going crazy like I'm out of my mind." I didn't understand this feeling, this longing for him. I was scared out of my mind and there was nothing I could do. "It's like I want him, more than I have ever wanted anyone in the world." I confessed, my heart feeling like it was just crushed by a hammer into millions of pieces. 

"Do you," Jose cleared his throat. "I mean I swear I'm not taking the piss on this," He muttered, a serious tone in his voice. "Are ye positive that you fancy Mikhail? That's what's I'm hearing." I shrugged, not understanding. "I mean I could. I can't do anything about it because I'm still with Steve, but Jose, you have no idea how hard it is to not look at him like he's the best thing I've ever seen. You have no idea how difficult it is to not want to snatch him and kiss him. It's killing me and there's not a thing I can do about it." I laughed but there was no humor in my tone. "I can't describe this feeling but it as if I looked at him and it clicked all together inside of my head that this was the person I knew I wanted to be with forever. I don't know and I don't know why but I just can't be without him."

I ran a hand through my hair. "This is crazy, Nicca." Jose sputtered. "You do know what you're confessing right?" He looked at me, all seriousness etched on his face and I stared at him, nodding with finality. "Yes, I know." I was telling myself that I didn't love Mikhail but I had known I did. I didn't know how and I didn't know why but over the times, I slowly fell without knowing if I was going to be caught. "Can you see it?" I whispered and he furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" He asked, confused and I flicked out my wrist. "Can you see it, the tattoo?" I questioned, wondering what it meant. It was a nightmare black, the green having faded a long time ago. It just sat on my skin like a normal mark but I could tell it meant something to Jose. No one was able to see it but me so I had known that it was something out of this world. "You see it, right?" He nodded slowly, a look of fear and apprehension on his face. 

There it was again. The look that told it all. That look that said he was hiding something from me. I didn't know what though. "Jose, are you okay?" I peered into his face, noticing a bead of sweat. "You got a little quiet. That's nothing like you." I stated, furrowing my eyebrows and he sighed heavily. "Nothing." He clicked his teeth, staring at the tattoo as he traced it with his finger. "Everything's alright." He smiled but it looked like it was forced and he had something hidden behind that facade in his eyes. Just what was it that he was hiding from me? Why couldn't he tell me?

Then all of that, that precious memory slowly faded away into my cruel reality, where I was here. I wasn't in my room with Jose, joking about the things that I wanted to do, the things that we could do, no. I was here in this dark and cold forest with the wind whispering dark and deep thoughts into my ear as it touched my skin, a truth of a promise. I was almost on the verge of death, blood seeping out of my wounds and the tattoo on my wrist was a bright green, blinding my eyes. I was sure that I could only see it but it was as if Raymond knew it was there too.

"You're the last person on earth who should be accusing others of real identities." Mikhail clenched his fists, his eyes have settling on a blazing red to mirror Raymond's own. He lifted his head with a sneer sat on his face as he gazed at his former, murderous thoughts flowing through his head and it was a mystery how I managed to figure out what he was thinking. "Это правильно, Raymond DiCaprio?" He tilted his head and I watched as Raymond lifted his lips up in anger at Mikhail and I was surprised to know that he understood exactly what Mikhail was saying (Is that right). This made me wonder just how well Raymond and Mikhail knew each other.

"Shut the hell up." He threw a poison laced shuriken at Mikhail who immediately dodged it. "I want you to give Nicca back." He aimed his gun at Raymond who faltered a bit. "N-No!" He sputtered. "Too bad. I'm not asking." Then a sound cracked the air, screams upon roars as the splatter of blood greased the air and landed on the floor. There was an imminent hole in Raymond's stomach and you could see through it. He clutched the floor, screaming in pain as he coughed up some black liquid. "What the hell?" I grimaced in disgust as he clutched the ground, a hissing sound coming from the gun as Mikhail blew it off. "Get up, Raymond." He spat coldly. "Эта пуля не сделала тебе дерьма." I narrowed my eyes at him (That bullet did no do shit to you). "Hah, you're right. It wasn't real silver." Raymond let out a small laugh as he got up and I watched as the big, gaping hole in his stomach slowly faded away into nothing as if the skin had connected back together. 

"What the FUCK!" I screeched and Mikhail shot me a look, as if pleading with me not to question it. "WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE?!" I breathed erratically, trying to tell myself that I was in my room, in my bed, laughing with Jose about the latest season of Orange is the new Black. I wasn't here, terrified out of my wits end, about to cry uncontrollably. He had fur, nails, slimy teeth. He was hunched over like a dog on a prowl. A bullet tore a fucking hole in his stomach  and he got up like it was nothing. What was worse was the fact that Mikhail knew of it too. "So I see you haven't told your precious mate yet." Raymond chided with a ruthless tone in his voice. "Mate? What the hell are you talking about?! This whole thing is crazy! Blaming me for something my grandfather did!" Mikhail gave me a stern look as if he was warning me but I couldn't stop. This man had infiltrated my life and made me think that I had the entire future with him, only to find out that he had been lying to me? I was naive, I was dumb to think that I wouldn't have gotten my heart broken by him, so no. I wouldn't stop. "IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT THAT YOUR BROTHER WAS KILL-"

Raymond threw me by my neck and the back of my head slammed against the stump of the tree and I let out an agonizing cry, more holes in my head. Black dots were coating my visions and I felt very sleepy, very powerless. Everything hurt inside, I wanted to die. My heart pounded in my chest, a maddening beat as I tried to scream but I couldn't because it felt as if someone was holding my throat with their bare hand, choking me to the death but I could still breathe. It was surreal, never having felt this before. My eyes burned with tears as I awaited my impending doom. Even if Mikhail was here, there was no way I was getting out of this alive.

"Nicca, I promise you. В аду нет способа, чтобы я оставил тебя." 

"Mikhail..." I whispered, wanting him to be okay. I looked around, delirious as I slowly cracked my eyes open, swollen with defeat. Emiliano stood a few feet away from me, staring at me with the utmost hate. What had I done to him? What did I do to deserve what he did to me? I can't believe I trusted someone like him and he had the audacity, the nerve, the unmitigated gall to tell me to watch out for Steve. I'm sorry, Raymond. I scoffed in disgust at the thought as I looked around the pitch black night, the feeling of despair in the air as I looked over to see Raymond standing in front of Mikhail, his arms folded. "I'm sure you think you have the upper hand right now, Mikhail." He jeered with a smug smirk on his face. "But it is I who has the power here." Just what was he? He was sprouting fur and long nails with canines from his gums. Mikhail didn't look the least bit deterred, which had me concerned.

Unless...

"Just whatever do you mean, Raymond?" Mikhail aimed his gun at him, the former not being discouraged by a weapon in his face. "You did smell three scents on your precious Nicca, right?" He grinned and I blinked in confusion. Maybe it was the fact that I was losing so much blood and that I was in pain but did he just say smell me? "You smelled mine. You smelled Emiliano's." He stated and I groaned in remembrance. "Did you forget that there was a third person?" He unfolded his arms, running a hand through his hair. "Felix Denisov..." I muttered under my breath but it was clear that Raymond heard me. "Ah!" He chuckled, walking around the fire with a conceited smirk on his face. It was then, I heard ominous footsteps, echoing with the crunch of leaves that sent many ravens squawking on the flee from the forest.

"Just who exactly is Felix Denisov?" Raymond clapped his hands together, a fierce look on his face. "Great question. Felix Denisov is not a real name, merely an alias." He smirked and I turned my head to the sound coming from the left of me. It was a measured pace of determination, sinister and evil as the click clack of shoes thudded onto the ground and into my ears. I squinted my eyes to make out a tall silhouette behind the trees with red eyes, the color of blood. I let out a small gasp, sweat running down my body into a state of fear. "He was a man that came here from Russia under that name, said he claimed to take down someone close to him." Raymond cackled and I could feel Mikhail's emotions tightening as if he was angry. I didn't like him to be angry. I didn't like him having to face all of these people. I heard a small growl elicit into the air as the crunching of leaves stopped and I could hear the sound of hard breathing. "The man who was destined to take over the throne of the Blazing Rage pack," I could tell that Mikhail was in shock as his emotions went haywire. A menacing chuckle pierced as I was faced with something I never thought I'd see. Was this a mirror of something? My mouth was widened as the thing I was looking at, stared directly at Mikhail, no sign of hiding his anger.

"Nikolai Baranov."