Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia and I swear that my other stuff isn't this dark.
Exploring was one of Feliks's favorite things to do. He could find anything and loved looking for it. He had no sense of fear, nothing to drive him away from the danger that he faced on a regular basis. So that day just seemed like an ordinary day, nothing wrong about it. He was checking out a room above the wedding hall.
Every inch of the small room was covered in dust, cobwebs stretching from surface to surface. There were pews that were so decayed that they would probably collapse if a pin was dropped on it and silk curtains that had so many moth holes in them they could hardly be called curtains anymore. And in the middle of said curtains was a mysterious red cloud. That was the real reason he was there, to investigate the cold case murder that took place in this very room so many years ago.
That blood stain was all that was left of his old best friend. Toris. 5 years ago on Feliks's 17th birthday, he had gone adventuring with Toris. That was the night he was going to confess his feelings to Toris. But he ran out too early. Far too early. The end. The town mourned for a few days but wasn't too bent out of shape. Until others began disappearing in the same fashion. Most of them would show up months later in bits and pieces, but Toris remained completely gone, even from the memories of the remaining townspeople. But not Feliks.
He went over to the curtain, gently placing each finger down on it individually to let it all soak in. This was Toris. He had barely noticed his cheeks growing damp when he felt a shiver rush down his back. He grabbed for the knife he kept in his boot only to find that it was missing. He knew he had it just a couple of seconds ago. It couldn't have fallen out.
"Looking for something, da?" A voice that stung like a thousand winters pierced through Feliks's entire body. He turned to see a tall man with a cruel smile and moonlight bouncing off his intense purple eyes. His arm moved slightly and a bright light shot out, causing Feliks's body to go into a fit of convulsions. Black took over his eyes leaving only small opportunities to see what was happening.
Feet coming closer. Feet disappeared. Blood spreading around him in a pool. The man's smirking face. And then a black bag over his head as everything slipped away.
This was a prologue more to see how you guys would react to the fic. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it, but your reviews really would help me to make the decision on whether to continue it or not. The other chapters would be longer, I like to write 2000 words min per chapter, but a prologue is a prologue and there isn't moving much beyond that. Besides, that's way too much effort for a trial run.
Purple Crayon out. Peace!