Dred Johnson - OneshotDred just looked over the edge of his book. "So I can walk around the city, by myself?" He asked his parents. The teenage boy could hardly contain his excitement. "Your mother deems you old enough and you don't want to go to another business meeting. Just keep away from the crazies." His father cautioned. Dred nodded. He left with his parents from the hotel. "Watch yourself. Okay?" They warned one final time.
He barely listened to them. Dred was more concerned with what was hidden in New Orleans's dark streets. He scampered quickly, reveling in the humid air. The family was from Nevada and this trip to Louisiana felt a godsend to him. "Hey, Las Vegas!" A boy shouted from a side street.
Dred looked at the boy and waved back. "Hey Lou," he said quieter. "Stop calling me Las Vegas."
"Ah come on. It is where you're from. Bet it is exciting."
"Like I said earlier, it is all desert. So one of these days, I'm going to move out here."
Lou only laughed at him. "We have hurricanes here." Dred sh
Mikhail- oneshot"Put me down you, lummox!" Nina shouted as Mikhail picked her off the couch. "Nein! I want to sit here!" he grinned. "Nina, be nice to your brother." Dalmet grumbled, entering the room.
"You'll be missing me soon enough, little sister."
"Yeah like I'll miss you."
Mikhail sighed and shrugged. "Can't we get along for once? I am leaving tomorrow and God only knows when you will ever see me again." He said. She did not reply. Mikhail lay back down with a sigh.
"Why do you have to go to America? Why can't you just stay?!" She snapped.
Mikhail looked at his sister calmly before replying, "Because, I need to leave this place. I love this place but I need to leave. There are not many jobs in this area and I can barely hold onto the one I have now." She did not reply. Mikhail stared at the ceiling. This had been the second home he had lived in. He wished he could go back to his old home, that one had been quiet, close to the country. This current one was an apartment in Moscow. They