Arctic Sunrise

by Robert G. White

''In my travels I've heard you never give up the ass but you can't resist my soothing touch, can you?'' Train asks gently as he wipes a tear from her left cheek while with his other hand he places a lock of her hair behind her ear. Train smiles to her like you would to a crying baby then grabs her hair, smashes her jaw with a solid right hook and chucks her out of the bed, face down on the floor, like throwing a rag doll. Train sits down on her legs and gazes at her generous behind and gently caresses it and with one swift motion rips her dress from ass to lower back revealing her black thongs and above, a tattoo of a smiling butterfly. He stops for a seconds, touching the tattoo...and then rips off her panties.

  He spreads her butt checks and sees a white, tight hole.

  ''I've read about this anal bleaching crap. It looks like you've never taken a shit in your whole life. I don't know if I like it. Did it hurt?'' Train asks curiously, looking at the back of Tania's head, almost hoping for an answer. The semi conscious woman moans and mumbles something, barely moving her head. Train can only make out the words ''stop'' and ''please''.

  He nods with a disgusted and anger filled look on his face ''it's not fun anymore, is it? if you had shot me in the head and stood next to my body, smoking a cigarette and blinking slowly, bored, then would it have been fun? stop begging for your life bitch! bitches don't get any mercy, only a dick up their asses!'' Train says slowly, empathizing every word just in case she understands, all the while stretching her back hole with two fingers.

  ''Okay, it's time for you to feel me. Now struggle with this dick!'' he says and shoves his long, thick dick inside her with one thrust. She feels it, her anus fissuring, ripping inside, even Train feels incredible pain...but doesn't stop.

  He collapses over her, one hand over her mouth and face, and sliding the other hand under her, bracing her pubic bone upwards so he can go deeper.

  ''Don't want you to miss out on those last two inches'' he whispers in her right ear and then bites the lobe off, tearing it completely and spitting it across the room. Train feels Elvira's body going soft, offering no resistance anymore. Blood is gushing out of her anus.

  ''All the fucking you've done in your life and a little ear nibbling and some dry anal with a horse dick knocks you out? Very sloppy work...'' Train says as he pulls her hair hard, ripping out a chunk of it and waking her up.

  ''Stop'' she begs with all her being.

  ''You came here to rob me of my life and you dare ask for mercy? Now tell me, did you come here alone? How many men are waiting for me? '' Train says grabbing her left plump but check, watching his penis going in and out of her bleeding, cracked orifice and finally slowing his thrusts. (coagulated blood makes it difficult for Train to keep raping her without himself suffering extensive wounds.)

  ''Two, two men in the black SUV over the street from the hotel'' she mumbles as a few more teeth fall out of her crooked broken mouth.

  ''Why is Alexander helping Vladimir in his war against us?'' Train asks sharply.

  ''Money, what else?'' Elvira answers briefly.

  ''Good girl'' Train says as he caresses her back '' now sit on your knees and palms like a dog, we're almost at the grand finale.'' Trains softly says while lifting her stomach. She doesn't try to resist, she barely complies, hoping that he will let her live. She clings to life as any creature does, even when facing certain death.

  ''I'm almost there baby, don't move!'' he says as if she could.

  ''Now, now'' Train's voice intensifies, his breathing accelerates ''I'm ready to cum and I always wanted to try this, I think it's called a donkey punch''. A sharp pain travels through Elvira's spine...she knows she won't survive and in a last effort she tries to move but Train has her in complete control.

  As Train climaxes he grabs Elvira's hair as close to the roots as possible, pulling it upwards to reveal the back of her head...he hits her with his right fist as hard as he can in the back of the head...once, twice...her ass tightens like a vice around his manhood for a few second and Train releases her hair. Elvira drops forward on her face, her behind sliding of Train's penis...

  She lies dead, the back of her head caved in, one hand under her face and the other to the side as if she's holding her hip. She was dead at the first blow... one of her eyes is opened and tears are still dripping from it.

  ''Now that was some good loving, good game girl!.'' Train says as he stands up over her body, dripping blood, cum , excrements and sweat on her.

  ''Live by the dick, die fucked...or die by the...forget it, I should have said that line first.'' Train says, looking down on his penis, he has two wounds on it from the violence of his sexual act.

  He walks calmly into the bathroom and washes his penis in the sink, the cold water makes him flinch and the wounds on his abdomen from Elvira's heels are now visible. There's also a lot of blood dripping out of his penis from a couple of ruptures. ''I might need medical attention, I broke my dick in your ass, you fucking corpse of a whore!'' he shouts at the lifeless Elvira.

  Train chuckles, thinking about what food had Elvira been eating to leave such a dark shade of shit on his dick.

  He suddenly remembers there are men outside the hotel, waiting...

  Train gets dressed in a rush, straps on his bulletproof vest, grabs his gun from the nightstand, disconnects the fire alarm and lights two of the curtains and the bed on fire. He looks at the body one more time and is angry with himself for not coming up with a good line to say before leaving. Train shuts the door on his way out as the flames engulf the room and start burning Elvira's face and hair.

  He uses the service elevator to the kitchen underground level. He makes a call.

  ''You know Dmitri, I've been really bored lately...'' he moans.

  ''Train? what happened? what are you talking about?'' Dmitri's voice responds.

  ''Alexander's henchmen tried to kill me at the hotel! He's allied with Vladimir against us! But you probably knew this would happen before this war even started, you're smart like that. I called you to say I found out who that boy Ivan gave you is, who this Nikolai really is, I did some digging these past few days and you will never believe it if I tell you over the phone'' he shouts into the phone.

  ''I know who he is, somehow I think I've always known...that doesn't matter. Get out now!'' Dmitri's voice replies.

  ''But if you know who he is...you know what he intends to do...kill him now!'' Train screams.

  ''No, maybe he will give me what you refused to. I see it fitting that my end be this way. Don't worry about me, you just get out of the hotel and go to a safe house.'' Dmitri says.

  ''There are still two men in a car in front of the hotel, I want to kill them too!'' Train says.

  ''It's too risky, just get out, don't get killed for some soldiers!'' Dmitri says.

  ''You know Dmitri, the cold never bothered me anyway and if I die today, know that living these years beside you was the only tolerable part of my life. I think you were right, what you said in the cemetery...farewell, my brother.'' Train says and squishes the phone in his hand, and then opens his palm as pieces of it fall on the elevator's floor. Again, Train is angry with himself and slowly taps his head with his right fist.

  ''I should have fucked her in the mouth, she had no more teeth or jaw to bite me with'' he says out loud, distracting himself from Dmitri's voice that is still in his head. Train is and always has been a psychopath, at age five he used to dissect cats, living cats. At age eight, he blinded his kinder garden teacher. All his life was a search for something, for meaning...he never found anything close to it.

  He carried out most of his orders, especially murders in a straight forward way, except when killing women that he considered whores. It all came down to his mother being a low bottom whore and his father blowing her brains out in front of him. Train went to prison for killing a bride and a groom at a weeding...but the story was far more complex. The bride was once Train's woman, and the only woman he cared about, the only one he ever loved, but she left him and that's when Train really lost his
mind.

  Dmitri saved his life in prison, despite what Dmitri thinks. Now the only human he loves is Dmitri, his only lifeline from the electric chair.

  The elevator doors open at basement level, Train slides between the opening doors and makes his way through the kitchen...nobody seems to notice him, despite his stature and appearance.

  Just as he exists the hotel through the employee entrance, the fire alarm triggers.

  ''A backup system or the smoke made it to the hallway'' Train says to himself, proud that he thinks exactly like Dmitri would. But what would Dmitri do? Run away...or fight? Risk it all just to take out a few soldiers?

  Train walks onto the street, crosses it slowly, keeping his eye open in every direction. The intersection is crowded. What would Dmitri do?

  He spots the car he was looking for, comes up from behind, on the driver side, cocks his gun and when he's in parallel position to the driver, takes aim and blows his head off. Train is as silent as a breeze despite his size. The passenger opens the door and fires back with a automatic submachine gun but Train has always been a great shot. He hits the man in the chest twice and once in the forehead, right above his left eye...Train takes two in the vest.

  People panic and run in all directions. Train is still standing like a statue in the middle of the road. He breaths shallowly because of the rounds in his chest. One of the bullets has gone through the vest. Train begins laughing and spinning around with his hands extended towards the sky. He feels immortal.

  By the time he hears the shot it's too late. A massive caliber enters through the left side of his neck, smashing his spine and even hitting a elderly woman across the street. Train tries to look up, in the direction where the shot came from but he cannot...the gun slides from his hand, as if on its own. He feels really cold for the first time in his life.

  ''It's...him.'' Train manages to blur out.

  A young girl, maybe ten years old, looks with big brown eyes at Train. Train looks back at the innocent, scared child and smiles. The sniper's second shot blows half of his head off, even piercing the plate in his head. He collapses with a thin trail of smoke following...

  Train knew that Elvira might be lying. He knew he shouldn't have gone after the men in the car. He just didn't care. This was what he was searching for all his life, a soldier's death...he realizes it a moment before everything around him turns to darkness.

  Train dies happy with just one small regret, he had failed his brother Dmitri and now he leaves him alone in a war that has yet not truly started. The first time in his life that he feels anything deep. At least he's dead. Dmitri was right when they talked in the cemetery...it's glorious and the way it should be.

  If there is a God, Train will not ask for forgiveness for all the bad things he has done. What could a man like him do in Heaven anyway?

  Chapter VI Hard times

  Dmitri enters the Lollipop Club through the backdoor a little after 3 am. Just another night in which he can't sleep. The Lollipop Club, despite the idiotic name has a long history, one of the first clubs to open in the fifties, now it's entirely owned by Dmitri after taking it by blood from others. It was the first business he ever owned. Dmitri hates the fucking place with all his heart, the only advantage to this high end strip club slash whorehouse is that it never closes. In the last months, Dmitri's been spending most nights in his upstairs office looking through the one sided glass wall downwards to the dance floor, watching the hard bodies of young women dancing, men drinking and lusting...the dim lights inside this place of depravity calm Dmitri. Night after night, cigarette after cigarette he just stares aimlessly. Sometimes he locks the door so he can cry.

  A gentle knock on the office door snaps Dmitri out of it...

  ''Yes?'' he says.

  The door opens slowly and a woman in her early twenties smiles at Dmitri, she's wearing only lace white panties and holding a tray with two cups of coffee on it.

  ''I figured you were getting lonely by now so I brought you a coffee. Hope I'm not disturbing you...'' the beautiful brunette says to Dmitri, unsure of how the man will react to her intrusion. Dmitri says nothing for a few moments, only looks at her perfect body, her blue eyes and full lips.

  ''You could never disturb me. Come here, sit next to me'' Dmitri says, offering her a seat next to him on the leather couch. The woman obeys with a smile, sitting down next to Dmitri and setting the tray on the glass table in front of the couch.

  ''So Crystal, what's new in your life?'' Dmitri asks casually.

  ''Please don't call me that, that's not my name.'' she answers, setting her head in Dmitri's lap, looking upwards at him.

  ''All right. So Alexandra what's going on with you?'' Dmitri asks, running his arm gently through her hair.

  ''Nothing, forget about me, I've seen the news and I've heard men talking in here, talking about the war between your boss and Vladimir, are you all right...I'm so scared something might happen to you.'' she whispers, touching Dmitri's face with her fingertips.

  ''Yeah this is really heavy, a war to end all wars. Don't worry about me I'll never die. I'll probably end up living forever...a brother of mine died recently in this war, you knew him, Train, I can't even begin to mourn for him...all I have now are memories of sorrow and vision of....fuck it, at least I have my dreams as memories.'' Dmitri says.

  ''I had a dream last night about you...about the day you saved my life, only difference is that it ended with you inside me and we lived happily ever after'' she says, the excitement in her voice so palpable.

  ''Please don't say such things. I told you kid, I'm not the man for you. You don't owe me anything.'' Dmitri says.

  ''I can be anything you want me to be...'' the girl says, raising her head and pressing her lips over Dmitri's.

  ''Stop, don't do that.'' Dmitri says, pushing her shoulders tenderly.

  ''Why? Tell me why?!'' she says, tightening her hold over Dmitri's neck.

  ''Because it's impossible'' Dmitri says.

  Alexandra jumps off the couch screaming ''why? because I'm a whore? because I fuck men for money? is that it?''

  ''Calm down girl I don't give a shit about that. I kill people for a living so I can't look down on anyone's job anyway.'' Dmitri whispers.

  ''Then what? Tell me what? Why can't we be together? At least make love to me one time, let's see what it would be like!'' Alexandra moans and spreads her legs, mounting Dmitri on the couch. ''I can make you happy, I can make you harder than you've ever been, I can make you cum so hard!'' she says, running her hand over Dmitri's chest and moving her hips back and forward.

  ''You're so persistent...the problem is that I can't be with you or any other woman because I'm impotent, at least I think so.'' Dmitri says, lacking the shame any man would show after saying such a thing.

  ''I don't believe that, I can make you hard!'' she says, after unzipping Dmitri's pants ''watch this'' and she start sucking on Dmitri's flaccid dick.

  Dmitri has no reaction, he seems bored as he watches the girl's perfect face going up and down, her tongue gliding and swirling over his balls. A few minutes pass...

  ''I told you, now stop it already'' Dmitri whispers.

  ''I...I don't understand, this has never happened to me...do you have a medical problem or something?'' Alexandra asks, puzzled.

  ''Since Anastasia died, I can't get hard for any woman, I can't get hard no matter what I do.'' Dmitri whispers.

  ''I'm sorry Dmitri, I only wish you'd give me a fraction of the love you had for her.'' Alexandra says, zips Dmitri back up and lays in his arms...they remain like that for hours...staring into nothingness. Alexandra finally accepts that Dmitri will never want or love another woman in his life. Ana was the only woman Dmitri loved, in mind in body. He is now broken...he will never be hers. Two days after this, she kills herself...

  A few days later.

  The war has escalated, national twenty four hours a day news coverage of the rising body count. Moscow is a war zone at the brink of martial law. Ca
r bombings, street shootouts...

  A man in a blue hooded sweatshirt steps out of a taxi in front of a bakery in Moscow. He pushes the door and steps inside carefully, looking in every direction.

  The old man at the counter nods, presses a button and the metal door in the back of the store unlocks. The man removes his hood, it's Dalesio, he passes through the door, walks up a few stairs and knocks one time on the giant metal door on the top of the stairs. After a few moments, the door creeks and a big man that Dalesio recognizes salutes him. It's one of Dmitri's soldiers. In the room beyond the door there are six or seven men sitting at a round table, all armed and with vests on, smoking, drinking and playing cards. Dalesio salutes them with a brief nod, the men respond in the same manner. Dalesio notices the morbid atmosphere and he realizes that they all know...

  A door to the left opens and Nikolai appears, clearly sad, waving him in. Beyond the door, Dmitri sits in a corner of the room on the ground, legs scattered in all directions like broken, he looks like a tossed away old rag doll, tossed away by a bored child.

  ''So you heard?'' Dalesio says with pain in his face.

  ''You know, most people think that Train was a maniac, that the world is a better place without him...but nobody except me truly knew what was underneath his apparent madness...he was a boy, he was lost and disoriented and in his twisted way, he loved me more than he had loved anyone ever. Vladimir has done the absolute worst to me, or so I believe. Live or die....I will take revenge on him and everything he has known or touched in this world. I will show him pain no man has ever felt. I've already sent men to his mother, his cousins and even to...'' Dmitri says, sobbing and punching the floor repeatedly, blood dripping from his knuckles as he wipes his eyes.

  ''Do you know who did it? Who killed Train?'' Dalesio asks, sitting down next to Dmitri.

  ''A sniper but the bait was Elvira, that piece of shit whore. I'm sure she got exactly what she deserved. Train had a way with women like that, she got much more than she bargained for, that's for damn sure.'' Dmitri says, chuckling.