Vacation in Russia

Deathwish's journey to Russia had been, to put it lightly, an unpleasant one. Not only was attaining a seat on a plane hard enough being a wanted criminal, once he did get one, he was delayed an extra six hours due to superhuman activity nearby the airport. However, once arriving in Russia everything seemed to get better. Contrary to what he would have believed, the Russian people weren't actually that bad, except for one rude truck driver who had almost turned him into paste.

It took significantly longer than he thought to find a motel, as asking for directions was rather hard due to large language barrier he had with everyone he talked to. But, miraculously, he managed to find a motel with someone who spoke english. After checking in, he went to his room and slept for the night. The next day he had the horrific realisation that his room lacked a bathroom. He lifted an English to Russian dictionary from a drawer in his room and left, leaving the door wide open. He was hurrying to the front desk when he brushed passed a woman, turning back to her and tapping her on the shoulder, he asked "Geh...dyeh...tuh...let?" (Trying to Say: Where is the bathroom?) baddly pronounced from the dictionary he held in his hand.

Deathwish sighed heavily with relief before he started to make his way to the toilet area that the seemingly nice woman pointed out, but almost immediately after he started walking, another, but much older looking woman approached. Once she caught sight of his face, her skin went pale and she started shouting in something in Russian (Oh my god, I saw you on T.V! You're that serial killer, Deathwish!). She then started panted heavily and ran off shouting for the police. "What's her problem?" Deathwish said, oblivious to what just happened. He shrugged off the occurance and quickly made his way to the bathrooms.

Deathwish had been walking back and forth in the woman's room as he waited for her to come back. He didn't know what was going on, one minute he was going to the bathroom, the next he was being dragged into a strange woman's room after being told that he had been recongised as an ex serial killer. When the woman entered, he just watched as she placed a do not disturb sign on the door and slid down to the ground.
Deathwish stared down at the mysterious woman and couldn't stop but wonder about her, she had just heard that he was a murder yet she seemed very calm about it. And the fact that she brought him back to her room made him a little curious aswell, she could have just told him to go back to his room, or even run away. It was obvious that she wanted him for something, but he hadn't the slightest idea what. He then knelt down on one knee and asked her in a quite casual tone "Why'd you help me back there? You know I've killed people, why aren't you frightened?"

Deathwish just stood and watched as the room around him had suddenly changed into a stranger parralel version of itself. At first he was speechless, unable to speak, but on the inside he was screaming "Jesus christ...this is so fucking awesome...!" He then looked around the room, nodding his head and said "I like what you've done with the place...". His attention was then drawn back to the girl who had brought them to this strange place as she questioned him whether he trusted her or not. A sane person would have panicked and demanded to be brought back, but Deathwish wasn't one for sane decisions. He stared straight into the girl's eyes and said "Sure, I trust you. I mean, why not?" This very sentence being a testament to how insane Deathwish was.

Deathwish was unphased by the room's sudden transformation back to normal. His mind was completely focused on the girl. He was trying to figure out who she was and what she wanted with him. She wasn't normal, that much was clear. Aside from the ability to transport people to parralel universe or something, she didn't seem very stable, not really a people person. Strangely, Deathwish found this to be her best quality. He then shrugged, giving up on trying to figure out what was going on, and sat down across from the woman. Not really knowing what to say, he decided to just tell her something about himself, as she shared something personal about herself with him, he felt he had to do the same. "My name's Deat...William...my name's William, you?"

Deathwish smirked as she told him her name, she was no longer the unnamed, mysterious superpowered woman, she was Rianna...the mysterious superpowered woman. Now that he knew her name, he felt more comfortable talking to her. Then when she told him that they were to act like a couple, he just told her in a fairly casual tone "So you want me to act like your boyfriend or something? Alright, I have no problems with that." Only then did he realise this was the closest thing to a relationship he has had since he was a teenager, which was rather pathetic. But just then did he realise something, he was taking a vacation in Russia, in a fairly nice hotel, with a temporary, attractive girlfriend, things were looking way up for him...or so he thought.

He chuckled a little before realising that he had actually been holding it for far longer than any man should, superhuman or otherwise. He quickly made his way out of the room and on his way to the restrooms. Once finally reaching the restrooms and finishing his business, he returned to Rianna's room and decided to wait until she came back.