Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

It hurt.

Everything hurt around me. I tried to open my eyes but it hurt to. It was as if there was a large pressure pressing down on my head and I could feel something wet dripping down the side of my neck. I couldn't move my arms or legs, it was if they were bound by something, maybe rope. "W-what?" I whispered, pain erupting with every move of my jaw. I felt like someone laid me down on top of a train track and I was repeatedly ran over by a freight train. I cracked my eyes open a little, agony coursing through my brain as I hissed. I looked around for a little bit, noticing that I was outside. It was pitch black with only the light of the full moon illuminating the forest. It was beautiful. I looked around to see two people standing, conversing in some secret code.

"He's awake." Someone said and I was confused as to how they figured that out when they weren't facing me. "Ah, Nicca, little Nicca..." I opened my eyes a bit further to see Steve walking over to me, a mocking smile sat on his stupid face. "Raymond." I spat coldly and he stared down at me for a little bit before cracking his hand in my cheek. "Shit!" I spat out blood onto the floor next to me, my cheek swelling. It hurt like hell and it throbbed deeply, like a pinging pain that never ending. What was going on? Why was this happening to me? Why was Steve doing this to me?

Got a secret, can you keep it, swear this one you'll save.

He snarled down at me coldly and I recoiled in fear at the sudden change of attitude. "Can't believe I wasted almost three months on you." He wiggled his hand as he chuckled to himself. "I figured that if I got close enough to you, you'd tell me everything that is to know about your family. But, no! You were smart in that one aspect I wanted you to not be." He glared at him and I returned the favor. "What the hell is your problem?!" I tried to move my arms around but it was no use as they were tied. "I never did anything to you!" I cried and he looked at me before nodding. "That is true." He walked around me and I could see a fire building behind him, the other two people staring into it.

"It's what your grandfather did that I need to make amends for." Raymond ran a hand through his hair and I saw all of his layers, all of his real personality. "See, a long, long time ago, my brother Ryland DiCaprio was the head of this here gang." He squatted to my level and I could see hate flowing around in his eyes, as if that was a thing. I continued trying to get free but it wasn't budging. I was scared, what would become of me? "I was just a mere child so none of this mattered to me. What Ryland did, that was his business. I had no part in it. All he did at that point in time was just selling drugs and distributing them. He didn't kill anyone so I hoped he was always safe." Raymond looked down at me with a sneer, his eyes lightening a shade of blue. "Someone thought that he was disrupting the peace of the city so they took it upon themselves to find Ryland and slaughter him brutally when he least expected it." He growled, clenching his fists and I tilted my head, my heart beating out of my chest.

"What are you talking about?" I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to still my beating heart. "I don't know how or why this connects to me." I sighed, feeling my cheek pumping blood to heal the wound. Everything hurt on my body and my leg was still fractured, an immense feeling of discomfort cascading through my body and I internally hiss at the feeling. Everything was numb, I was numb, but somehow, I still felt everything. "The one who murdered my 19 year old brother in cold blood," He peered down at me, a icy stiff look etched in those blue orbs of his and my heart thundered in my chest as I stared at him. "Was Nicolai Alfarone I." I let out a gasp as my eyes widened, the blood in my skin pumping out more rapidly.

Better lock in your pocket, taking this one to the grave.

"Y-You can't be serious!" I sputtered, not believing what he was telling me. His words ran cold over my skin and it wasn't because it was frosty out here. My grandfather, a murderer? No, that couldn't be it because no one would have put so much effort into finding out who his killer was if they knew someone had a vendetta against him. "You're lying!" I spat, trying to scoot back away from Raymond. He stood, his eyes glazing over with anger. "Of course, he had the power to put it all away and make it seem as if Ryland killed himself. Everyone in the town loved him so they wouldn't think twice about the fact that he might have killed someone." Raymond shut his eyes, taking in deep breaths.

"Ну, вы пожинаете то, что вы сеете." He hissed an in a dark tone, Russian speech uttering from his lips and I figured that he and Mikhail must have some connection with each other (Well, you reap what you sow). "You killed him?" I had to ask, it was killing me. I was so nervous, having come close with my grandfather's killer. I hadn't known of his reasons why he might have killed this Ryland person but even so, it had to have been a legitimate reason because of all the stories of I heard about him. Right? Raymond looked down at me, grinning widely as his eyes faded away to a mere green and I thought I was going crazy. My head was wet and it meant that someone bashed something hard on my head. Raymond chuckled, his teeth exposing his canines.

"No."

My heart stopped inside of its cage and I stared up at him, appalled as my breath came out labored. My hands began to shake as it felt like the restraints were tightening around me, suffocating me. Then who? "After all, I am Raymond DiCaprio. I don't have to do anything." He smirked like a mad man. "So all of this time, you lied to me, faked your identity, raped me along with two other men, for what purpose?!" I spat angrily, having up to here with his lies. "Easy." He shrugged, the other man I recognized as Emiliano came to stand next to him, looking at me like I was inferior to him. "I figured you'd be the key to get to your father. I could gain all of his riches by killing him and you." He stated. "It would've worked had it not have been for that dumb ass bodyguard of yours!" He hissed, narrowing his eyes at me.

I was scared and I was for sure I was going to die. There were no clouds in the sky and I could see my death coming. How would I die? It was cold. Where was I? I looked around once again, still facing the same place. It was dark and I was in need of a saviour to get out this one.

Where's Mikhail when you need him?

If I show you then I know you won't tell what I said.

'Don't worry, моя любовь. I won't let anything happen to you.'  I looked around, trying to figure out who said that but I saw no one. 'I promise you, Nicca.' I heard a voice in my head and I gazed up at Raymond, him mirroring the same confused expression on my face. "Son of a bitch!" He leaned up, the top of his foot retracting into my chin, sending stars and visions of pain through my head as I bashed back into the tree behind me. "AH!" My teeth clamped down on my tongue, blood splurting out of the holes and tears cascaded down my cheeks, whimpers leaving my mouth. "Fucking piece of shit!" He yelled and I couldn't figure out what his problem was. 

"Mikhail..." I whimpered, wanting to be in the presence of that silently stimulating man. He made me feel safe even in the darkest times. He made me feel truly loved even when he did nothing at all. I wanted to feel his lips on my own one last time so I truly didn't feel helpless. I wanted to be with him again. I didn't understand this feeling. Why was it that I could feel him and his emotions and the things he thought of? Why was it that I had grown so attached to this man and I had only known him for a short period of time?

"The ropes around you are made of steel and they are self-destructible. So in exactly twenty minutes, they will detonate," Raymond grinned demonically and I could see the hate flaring in his eyes, waiting to be released. The ropes began to beep slowly. My heart threatened to escape my chest and I could feel it squeezing in terror as I realized, this was truly the end. "Along with you."

I clutched my hands together, willing my injured leg to move as more tears left my eyes. What had I done to deserve this?

"Не на моих часах." I heard a deep, dark voice utter from the darkness of the forest, only able to make out red eyes and I realized it was a large figure coming towards me (Not on my watch). What should I do? Run? Hide? I couldn't move. The voice sent chills down my spine and it caused hairs to stand up on my arms as a loud sound cracked the dead silence. "Ah, the beast has arrived." Raymond smirked, licking his lips and I watched as he hissed, digging into his right arm. I grimaced at the dripping blood as he yanked out what looked to be a silver bullet. A tall silhouette stood about 45 feet away from Raymond and Emiliano and my heart leaped at the sight of that familiar man standing in his Giorgio Armani suit clad with dress shoes, his wide shoulders heaving in anger as his hair sat tousled over his eyes, his jaw clenched as his eyes killed everything in sight. There was a gun in his hand and while a sweat bead draped his forehead, he looked flawless.

"Mikhail!" I beamed happily, seeing him. Maybe I had a way out of this one.

Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

"У нас есть счет, чтобы уладить." Mikhail growled out, red eyes blazing in irate and I knew he had to be livid (We have a score to settle). His muscles were bulging out of his suit and it felt as if the pain went away just by looking at him. "Ah, Mikhail, Mikhail..." Raymond walked around the fire in circles, his eyes never leaving Mikhail. "You came for your mate, huh?" Emiliano smirked as Mikhail stared bullets into him. "How sweet that is." He chuckled. "Thanks. If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked." Mikhail retorted, each word laced with the utmost rage and it totally flew over my head. I noticed that Mikhail was having trouble keeping his emotions in cheek and it seems as if Raymond noticed because he inched closer to Mikhail, a leer on his lips.

"I guess this isn't enough for you, huh? I'm someone like Nicca doesn't matter to you. You rather keep your real identity hidden, right?" Raymond clicked his teeth, claws elongating from his fingers and I gasped in shock. Just what was he? What the hell? "You think you're too good for us, huh?" He raised his head, his eyes a fiery red as brown fur began to sprout from his body and I stared in disgust. Mikhail stood, clenching his gun with a look of anger on his face as he stared at Raymond, his eyes flickering through blue, red and green as well as black. Emiliano folded his arms, smirking up at him as he dared him to challenge them.

"Is that right, Mikhail Baranov?"