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Tino couldnt believe what he saw in front of him. Soldiers were lying in the ground, shedded in blood and in pain. The air reeked of blood and death. Pain and fear. This couldn't be true.
Oh my god... Berwald! Tino started to panic. He couldn't see the man anywhere. He ran over the bodies of the fallen and the wounded. The tears burned in the eyes. Berwald!
Ti... Tino? The familiar voice, which Tino turned immediately turned to. Berwald leaned to a ruined building, panting heavily.
Berwald... Tino ran to him. The man started to caress his hair.
Y' cryin'? Berwald lifted Tino's chin with his fingers.
Me? I... I'm not crying... The tears poured from Tino's eyes and he turned his back to Berwald, who pulled the younger man to his embrace and wiped his tears away. Tino let the tears fall.
'm sorry, Berwald said quietly.
I... he swallowed. I
-Fanfiction?- Bloody SundayJanuary 22, 1905-Fanfiction?- Bloody Sunday6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
St. Petersburg, Russia
A hoard of people. People by the thousandsno, hundreds of thousands. Marching, singing, advancing, shivering it must have been cold. Werent they cold? Even inside, the Soviet winter spared no one; he wore his scarf and full military regalia and still it was bitter.
He brushed his fingers against the window. A sheet of ice. He drew away.
They were getting closer now. What did they want? He could pick up their voices. Some were singing God Save the Tsar. Others were shouting.
Though he did not want to admit it to himself, he could feel it festering in the back of his mind; the notion that trouble was brewing. Watching solemnly as the crowd persevered against the snow, he caught, out of the corner of his eye, a long, greasy barrel propped against the wall.
They were closer now. A few faces on the front lines became more than just the abstract blur of a distant mob. Singing. Shouting. Indistinct. A cacophony of hum