Chapter 7

(Steve's POV)

"Ah, that one stung." I groaned. I gasped for air, as blood trickled out of my mouth into a small puddle on the floor. 

I had no idea where Tatum and Robin went or if their even alive, but I'm trapped in a room with 2 Russians. Some sort of general high in command and another burly Russian gaurd who kept throwing punches and my face and stomach. I was completely covered in blood and bruises. 

"Who do you work for?" The Russian General asked me. 

"For the millionth time I work at Scoops Ahoy! Scoops Ahoy!" I shout in his face.

The General glanced at the gaurd and gave him a short nod and that was when the gaurd jabbed me right in the stomach. I groaned in pain.

"What the hell! Look at my outfit! Look at my outfit! Do you think I just wear this? That I'm a spy in a sailors uniform?" I shouted.

The General seemed unamused, "How did you get in?" He said as he paced around the floor.

"I already told you. My delivery didn't come, so me, my girlfriend, and our friends thought maybe it was left at the loading dock, so we went in the room and it turned into and elevator, and then it dropped and then next thing you know, I open my eyes and we're in this wonderful facility. But, I swear nobody knows about this, nobody saw us." I plead.

The General has a weird look on his face as he takes all this in. 

"You can just let us go, alright? And I'm not gonna tell anyone about this, ok? Shit happens. Life goes on. And, uh.. Ice cream! Ice cream, ok? You guys know what ice cream is. Everyone loves ice cream. I don't know if you have a Russian ice cream or if that is considered gelato. I don't know what is what, but whatever you want, seriously, USS Butterscotch, I mean you gotta try it. It is out of this world I'm telling you!" 

The General and the Gaurd stare and me with straight faces and then bust into a fit laughter. I start to laugh nervously with them. I couldn't quite tell why they were laughing but I was worried. They definitely were not accepting this offer. 

"I like this guy! USS Butterscotch.." The men chuckle. 

The General squats down, his face inches away from mine, "Who do you work for?" 

"Scoops Ahoy."

The General shook his head and stepped back. The burly Russian stepped up to me getting ready for another hit.

"Oh, fuck. No, no! Seriously! No!" I cry out. 

The guard threw another hefty punch to my face and that sent me out cold.

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"Let go of me!" Tatum screamed. 

Some Russian gaurds were dragging Robin and Tatum into a room to be held hostage in while I was still unconscious.

They opened a door and threw the 2 girls on the floor carelessly. I was already on the floor of the room.

Robin yelped as they threw her to the floor and Tatum tried to crawl over to me in a struggle. 

"Steve? Baby? Stevie?" She said while shaling my cold body that remained unconscious. My face and clothes soaked in blood.

The General started to march into the room. 

"What did you do to him?" Tatum said. 

The General chuckled, "You must be the girlfriend." The gaurd next to him chuckled as well.

She cupped her tied up hands around my face and gave my  bloody lips a quick peck, "What the hell! What did you do to him? What did you do!?" 

The General punched her nose and she fell back on the floor in pain. The General said something in Russian and the guards began to grab for us. 

"Don't touch me!" Robin yelled. 

"Steve, wake up! Steve!" Tatum shouted as she tried to pull away from the gaurds. The guards grabbed the 3 of very forcefully and put us in 3 chairs back to back and tied thick binds around us.

"You fucking assholes! Let us go!" Tatum shouted and a few more tears fell down her face. The General walked over to me, picking up my head by my hair and clicked his tounge against his teeth. 

"Don't fucking touch him! Don't!" Tatum screamed at the General. She tried to turn her head to get a good look at my face and see what the General was going to do to me. 

"I think your friend need a doctor. Good thing, we have the very best." The General said quietly but definitely loud enough for everyone to hear.

The soldiers and gaurds began to laugh. The General took a few steps and was in Tatum's face. She just glared at him while he smiled at her evilly.  Tatum had enough of the bullshit at spat in his face. 

The General pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his face, "Your going to regret that little bitch."  He said to Tatum. 

"Bastards!" Robin yells.

"Let us put of here!" 

 "Fuck you!" Tatum yelled. As the General, gaurds, and solders all walked out leaving us all stranded. 

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"Help!"

"Help us!"

"Help!" 

"Hey, would you guys stop yelling.." I mumbled.

"Steve! Oh my gosh! Steve! Are you ok?" Tatum said with concern.

"My ears are ringing, and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull, but you know, apart from that," I paused and took a breathe, "Apart from that, I am with you. So things vould be worse." I say weakly.

Robin sighed.

Tatum smiled, "Well, good news, they have a doctor coming for you."

I look around the room, "Is this his place of work? I love the vibe. Charming.." 

We all lightly laugh. 

"Yeah, tell me about it. So, ok, do you see the table over to your right? Nope, other right. Yeah, ok, so you see the scissors?" Robin says.

"Yeah." 

"Ok, if we all move at the same time, we could get over there, and maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap. And we can cut the binds and get out of here." I explain.

"Yeah, those morons left scissors in here." Robin says. 

Tatum chuckles, "On the count of 3, we are gonna hop."

"Ok, hop on 3, gotcha." 

"Ok, 1, 2, 3."

We all hopped over, and we moved a step closer to the table with the scissors. 

"Holy shit! This is gonna work!" Tatum shouts with happiness. We hopped over one more time but fell.

"Shit." I grunted as we hit the ground

"Hey, it's ok Robin don't cry." Tatum says comforting.

"Wait, are you laughing or crying?" I ask.

Robin giggles, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just can't believe I'm gonna die in a Russian base with Steve "The Hair" Harrington and "Big Tit" Tatum. The power couple of the century. It's just too trippy, man." 

"Wait, what? People call me that? Who the fuck came up with that?" Tatum shouts. 

It goes silent and we all start laughing.

"We're not gonna die. We will get out of here, ok? Just let me think for a second." I say. 

"Do you guys remember, um, Mrs. Clicks 8th grade history class?" Robin says breaking the silence.

"What?" Tatum says. It was random of Robin to bring that up. 

"Mrs. Clickity Clackity. That's what us band dweebs called her. It was first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays, so Steve was always late. He always had the same breakfast. Bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame bagel. You would always want Tatum to have a half, but she refused or only took a small bite because she didn't want to embarrass herself or get food on her face. I sat behind you guys 2 days a week for a year. Mr. Funny, Ms. Cool. The King and Queen of Hawkins Middle.  Do you even remember me from that class.? Robin says.

Tatum and I stayed silent.

"Of course you don't. You guys were major assholes you know that?" Robin scoffs.

"Yeah, I know that." I say disappointed, mainly in myself.

"But it didn't even matter. It didn't matter that you guys were asses. I was still obsessed. Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular, accepted, and normal."

"If it makes you feel any better, having those things weren't all that great. Seriously, it baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important.. it's just.. bullshit, it's all fucking bullshit. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?" Tatum says. 

"I hope so. It feels like my whole life has been one big error. At least it can't get any more messed up than this." Robin says. 

We all chuckle.

"You know, I wish I would have known you in Clicks class. Maybe you could have helped me pass the class." I say truthfully. Tatum and Robin giggle.

"Maybe if my dad hadn't died, I would be in college right now at Penn State. But I'm glad I'm back here in this shithole. Because now I'm with the guy I love." Tatum says. I smiled weakly, because my face hurt.  If I wasn't tied up I would kiss her.

"I'm glad you're here to, babe.  I mean, shit, if ypu would have never moved back I probably wouldn't have a job, retaking senior year, and hopping from girl to girl. Or maybe I'd be on my way to collage." I admit sadly. 

"And I would have no idea that there we evil Russians beneath our feet, and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmucks." Robin says.

We all chuckle. 

I lean my head against Tatums and sigh. 

"I gotta say, it was fun being your schmucks. It was fun while it lasted." Tatum says giggling to herself.

"It was." 

The door started buzzing, and the Russian General came back into the room. He had a doctor and a soldier with him. 

"Ha. Where were you 3 going?" The General shakes his head and clicks his tongue once again. The soldier moved us off the ground and back onto the feet of the chairs again. I 

The General faces me, "Try telling the truth this time, yes? To make your visit with Dr. Zharkov is less painful.." 

The General grabs my face and pushes down on my brusies and cuts, I wince at the pain. The doctor began to walk over to me.

"Wait, hold on! Wait, wait! What is that thing?" I shout. The doctor was holding a shot that looked like a gun with blue liquid. 

The doctor smiles, "It will help you talk." He pushes my head back to expose my neck, the doctor injects the shot right into my jaw below my ear. I screamed as the shot punctured me. After the Doctor inject the drug into me I fell asleep again. The doctor injected it into Tatum and Robin after me and they both fell asleep too. 

A/N: I tried to get out 2 chapters back to back because it took me so long to yet put the last one. Well I hope you enjoys this chapter! Byee!! 💗