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--------February 6th, 2011

It was as H e l l . As if the sun would never again reach its glimmering light, and this damned world that is obligated to s u f f e r under the Russian rules would be damned if no one was to come out and say:

"Why am I even alive?"

The skies were, as every day painted with that t o r t u r o u s crimson that left people in such a position that they would stop and wonder what is even going to occur today. No rainbow, no nothing to indicate that of today, they won't have to fright of being bombed or have to worry for their families in whole. That, only but today, w a r won't get in their way.

It wasn't something that could be predicted, neither could it be something that could be s t o p p e d so simply. It could just simply be said that the this was the world's fate and destiny when they managed to jump into war once again. If a simple picture of WWIII had to be portrayed in a way, it would possibly go in this way:

The Russian leader, Šćepan Sasori Antoinette, standing on a throne of only but blood and skulls, holding the head of a decapitated man and having his hands within his hair. His cape, long and prideful, spreading behind himself as thousands of Russians follow after him. Their hope was so set and concentrated on that single man that it was incredible. That his followers would even commit a murder in means of leading his laws and rules. That the Russians had to become but the most f e a r e d country of all after this one, simple, human got on the throne.

Today, it wouldn't differ from any other day of this bloody world. Though nothing but catastrophe leads the Egyptians now, utter c h a o s and d i s c o r d . The attacks planned out were no where near expected, and the amusement barely hid within the dictator's heart and mind as he was transferred through the dessert within his own ride. Cirus, his general and Larisa, his niece were far from not feeling the same either. They p r a i s e d their leader for his intelligence, and they set their hearts and hopes that of this day the massacre and kidnapping would go as expected. Something that would surely cheer their leader on.

He had to admit, the atmosphere was much rather calm, and the air hotter. Its been a while since he's had a taste of any warm weather, and the drastic change of temperature for him was as a brand new experience. Russia knew to be a big burden for a man who didn't prefer all too much snow around him, though he did find comfort in a bit of cold to surround him now and then.

It was all so exciting for him, and on his fair signal, the men stopped and halted for the time that the man had kept in utter silence. He exited his ride, stepping on the heating sand that he couldn't quite muster the warmness of due to his boots. He looked around, narrowing eyes for the fact a very light wind carried the grains of song towards his visage. It was perfect, perfect to corrupt this peace within this land right here and right now.

He looked his men right in the eyes, smirking a t w i s t e d smile and nodding his head as his head turned towards the path before them. He raised his hand high, and with the right time to break the silence, he yelled out the famous:

"--------FIRE!!"

B a n g . A sounding of 2000 shot guns sounded at his command.

The tension within himself could not bare to hold anymore, he climbed back into his transfer, still smiling to himself as the men now continued to carry him across the dessert. For any Egyptian who turned to look the way that the shot guns came, they could see nothing at the very start, though within a matter of a minute, over hundreds and thousands of Russians began running this way. Fully armored, fully on guard, prepared to kill and capture the innocent of today.

Already the d e s t r u c t i o n prevailed, and Sasori ordered a couple of his other soldiers to capture the leader and his family, pronto. Within the screams and wails on the streets, Russians came to laugh at their strain and disability to escape their wicked grips. The grains of sand, countless and still on the ground were quick to paint over with a claret color of the blood of each victim, a scream to implant within the sand itself and haunt these grounds for life. All of this t e r r o r was presented to the tyrant, and plain and needless to say, it was quite pleasing for him, his general and Larisa to get a front row and premium seat to their show.

One gun shot and slam of door was needed, already ten Sonist's infiltrated the leaders and his wife's house, scrambling around to search for them. Any man or woman that might have been inside of their living area was shot dead. After all, they were here to collect only but certain people.

The first they came across was the children, if not all three then two or one of them, quickly grabbing them and pushing forth. They demanded they begin packing, and thankfully, they spoke in a language they could understand, and for once not in fluent Russian. The second person they came across was no other than the woman they had found rather near by the same place they found the children. They assumed she got alerted by the screaming and crying of various of people around.

Around two to three Sonists walked up to her, one of them pointing a weapon to her chest area yet keeping a distance between them.

"--------Начать упаковки!" ,this time, they one voiced in Russian, demanding that she packs up her stuff and prepares herself. And took no remorse in pushing the innocent woman forth. Sooner or later, the men around her looked at each other, laughing to themselves at what they saw, they saw a pathetic mother of three, that was for sure.

One approached whilst they could still see her around, or at least, before she began to pack herself up just as they demanded. He was in an early twenties, wearing a formal uniform and armband indicating his political party, a shot gun still within his grasp.

"--------Do you speak English?" ,one of them said, waiting not for her to answer as a smirk already coated his lips and countenance. "--------I assume those three kids we found are yours, y e s ? Well, those are incredibly cute children you have, if I may say so myself, the only problem is -you see- we prefer parents to have only one child. And to make you a better parent, we know just what to do to help you achieve that."

If she didn't understand, the man l o a d e d his shot gun, and smirked once again.

"--------Would you like to pick which ones we shoot?"