MikhailIt was funny, really, how reality differed so much from memory.
In the beginning of school, Mikhail had actually thought of April fondly, if not a bit regretfully. It had been the pain of losing her that helped spur him asking Hallie out in the first place. But now, actually seeing her...in the flesh...he had reacted quite negatively.
Maybe it was because he was already dating Hallie. That would make sense. That, and the fact that April...she seemed so different. Right off the bat. Not to mention that they had never been on the same side of things. Even when he did like April, they were supposed to be enemies. Call it a hunch, but he knew something was up the moment he saw her.
He did have to wonder, though. Would he have reacted differently if he and Hallie weren't in a relationship?
His mouth twitched into a slight smile when Chandler mentioned Hallie.
"I'm wondering the same thing," Mikhail agreed, knocking on the wall with his knuckle. Reinforced with concrete and who knows what else. Gunfire wouldn't be blowing through these walls anytime soon. "Maybe they were part of another team, larger, and they were the only survivors? Or maybe they're after what everyone has." Mikhail pulled mentally on a vase to prove his point. It fell over with a heavy thud, spilling water and some pinkish
flowers that the Russian didn't know the name for.
"Shit," he muttered, even though he had caused it to fall on purpose. As he bent down to replace the flowers, though, an odd sense of familiarity hit him. They looked fairly fresh, for one, which meant someone was replacing them. April and the other girl, Liesel he believed, were the only two here, to his knowledge. He didn't know Liesel, but he knew April. And April, as he remembered, had a thing for flowers....
"Quickly," Mikhail said as he pulled out his iPhone, hoping he had reception. Just barely, but it would do. "Do you know what kind of flowers these are?"
ZaraZara ran back down the stairs, first-aid kit in hand. Good timing too. It looked like Arian was about to get stitches!
"Hey!" she said, bounding down to the landing, "You might want this instead!" She practically threw the kit to Liesel, "Don't want blood poisoning or anything." Even if she and Arian weren't exactly buddy-buddies.
Zara herself wasn't much fan of blood, and she put some distance between herself and the sight. Besides, it was April she really wanted to have a talk with.
"I know who you are," she said, a bit accusingly, to the Brit, away from the others.
April snorted. "I believe we just went through introductions, so forgive me if I'm not exactly stunned."
"No, I mean I
know who you are, and your past relationship with Mikhail."
The older girl still looked unimpressed, but Zara knew she had her interest. The shorter Pole continued, "So don't think you've got all of us unaware. I'll have you know that if you touch a hair on Mikhail that two people are going to be on your ass."
April laughed coldly. "Two? You and who else? Don't tell me the prick's got a girlfriend."
"As a matter of fact, he does," Zara snapped.
That definitely shut April up. In fact, she almost looked surprised. What she said next, though, and
how she said it, made Zara rethink whether she should have said what she did.
"Is that so?" April said slowly, her voice dark as she brushed past Zara down a hallway, "Well, I hope to someday be acquainted with this...lucky girl..."
"Wait, hold on a minute!" Zara shouted, chasing after her. But, to her surprise, she couldn't find her, and had somehow ended up in a large ballroom like chamber. "Shit."