Viktor Maksim starred at him with an expressionless face, which unnerved Michael.

"So, I am sure you are wondering why I have brought you here, yes?" Viktor asked the exact question that had been rolling around in Michael's mind.

Michael wanted to demand to see his sister and friends, but Viktor, though he would never admit it, scared him.

The man seemed to look into you with soulless coal coloured eyes. His blond hair looked unnatural and seemed to be greased back, so it lay flat on his head. He stood a good two feet taller than Michael and had a lot of muscle.

The only response Michael could muster was a nervous nod.

"You see." Viktor stood up and started walking around the room. "I had a son once, he would have been around your age now, he also looked very similar to you, the same colour of hair, though his was slightly lighter, and the same eyes. He took after his mother in looks. But one day he was taken from me, in a so called tragedy. It was all planned of course. I was getting too powerful and people wanted to take me out. My son, Matvei, discovered one of the plots. He took a sniper shot meant for me. My wife committed suicide soon after. Of course, it only encouraged me more. My only regret is that I never found out who had shot him." Viktor's dark voice saddened at the mention of his family.

Michael  felt pity for the man, but quickly reminded himself that this man had destroyed millions of families as well.

"Why destroy other families than? And what has this got to do with me?" Michael stated summoning up all his courage.

"If I can not have a family, why should others? And you my boy. I wish for you to be my son, I wish for you to rule this world by my side and take over when I die." Viktor stopped walking right behind Michael and put a hand on his shoulder as if he was proud of what they could accomplish.

"Why me though?" Michael asked still unsure to the man's reasoning.

"Because you look just like my son and you are strong. You have looked after your little sister and managed to survive this long." Michael was positive that Michael sounded proud this time, as if it was because of him that Michael had survived.

"What about my sister and friends?" Michael decided to try and get answers before declaring that he was mad.

"Your friends will go back to the army and your sister, well if you behave I will allow her to become your personal maid." Viktor announced like it was the best deal ever heard.

It took a minute for Michael to process everything.

"Ah, a lot to take in. Why don't the guards take you back to a nicer room and you will start in the morning." Viktor smiled at him, before he was vaguely dragged out.

The guards took him to a nice room.

It had light green walls, with a grey carpet. In the middle of the room was a large double bed. There was a large window looking out into wilderness. A door which led to quickly bathroom stood on his right. A large desk and walk in wardrobe was just to the left. Overall the room was massive.

Michael sat on the bed and put his head in his hands.

So an insane evil guy, who started World War 3, wanted to adopt him.

Yep, totally normal.

Michael knew straight away they he couldn't stay here. He had to escape but how?

He walked around the room, looking for possible escape roots.

The door and windows were locked.

No air vents or anything he could crawl through.

Viktor's words echoed in his head, they would be coming back for him in the morning, maybe he could escape when the guards took him out of his room?

Michael collapsed back onto the bed and sighed.

How was he going to get out of this and save his sister and friends?

Michael spent another hour thinking of possible escape roots before eventually falling into a restless sleep.