Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters. These characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. Not me. Thank you! :]
Sorry for minor mistakes, I tried. And I apologize if some wording is awkward. This is one of my first fanfics. (update: I most likely wont finish this.) I'm sorry if the lore of some things I use is messed up. I don't know everything haha! There is minor gore in this chapter. Thank you all for reading! You're the best! :)
-THIS STORY IS ON HIATUS-
The night was cold and damp. The hard concrete floors were flooded by the rain that had just fell a few hours earlier, leaving a crisp and odd-smelling odor in the air. Everything was quiet, all that could be heard was a few drops of water hit the ground from the roof of the old Kirkland Lunatic Asylum.
Inside however, it was a diffrerent story.
Quick and stealthy footsteps dashed through the hallways of the old building, leaving small creaking noises to echo through the halls. From behind, all that could be heard was sharp and piercing screams from the other paitents in their rooms. The silver-haired Russian continued to try and make his escape. In his right hand, he held a small serated pocket knife, that was lightly stained with blood.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" a shrill female voice shouted out from deep within the corridor. A door abruptly slammed as louder footsteps raced closer to the Russian teen's position.
Ivan's pale violet eyes widened as he heard the woman's voice, a small frail gasp escaping his broken lips. He couldn't stop and surrender now, just because he was frightened. Yes, he had to keep going. The boy took a deep but short breath, and continued to move quickly through the hallway. Finding a rusty metal door, he opened it. Not knowing what could be on the other side, he just wanted to be out of sight from the tall scary Belarusian woman that was trying to catch him.
Knife in hand, he closed the door slowly, trying to keep it from squeaking or making any noticble noises. Ivan looked up and saw a few locks on the door, and found it to be a good idea to use them to his advantage. He hastily locked the door and stepped away from it. Clutching his small weapon, in his shaky and clammy palms his breathing hitched when he heard the floorboards creak closer and closer to his location. Until, it stopped. It was silent. The Russian boy tightly shut his eyes. 'This is just a bad dream, just a bad dream, please make it stop!' he screamed inside his head.
The aged metallic door suddenly busted open, hitting the wall and leaving large cracks. Ivan's eyes shot open and he jumped backwards, landing on the floor and slamming his back against the brick wall.
The women in the indigo-colored maid outfit stepped in, glaring at the defenseless boy as he was cowering on the floor. "You thought you could try and escape again?" she asked as she bent down and grabbed a discarded wooden plank from off the ground, in her left hand. She eerily tapped it in the palm of her right hand as he paced closer to the Russian boy, kicking abandoned debris to the other side of the room to clear her path. "YOU THINK YOU COULD HAVE MADE IT?" Natalia growled as she swung the plank, striking Ivan on the side hard with the wooden object. Making the silver-haired teen cry out in pain, clutching his stomach. "Well. You just made it worse. Ivan. This is your 4th attempt to try and escape from here.. You know it will never work. So why do you try? You know there is no where else to go.. Even if you do escape.. you know you'll always end back up here.." The pale-blond chuckled dementedly. Tossing the wooden plank aside. The sound of the wood crashing to the ground made Ivan flinch in terror.
The young Russian boy laid there. All his failed attempts drifted through his mind. How could he make this work? He truly did think he was stuck here forever. But all of a sudden he slowly widened his eyes, realizing that he still might have a chance. He still had access to his small weapon. But.. what could he do? Natalia was taller than him, and most likely stronger than him.. Ivan gingerly wrapped his fingers around the knife, trying his best to keep it out of the woman's view. The boy started to sit up. 'Slowly Ivan.. Slowly...' a strange voice whispered through the Russian's mind.
Natalia soon noticed the boy trying to stand. This made her lips curl up into an evil smile. "Feeling better?" she asked sarcastically. All Ivan did was scoff, probably a bit too noticeably...
The Belarusian straightened her back, to appear more intimidating. Her mood now angered. "Oh, Ivan. What am I to do with you?" she asked as she took another step closer. "I remember the first day you arrived here..! Don't you?-" she slowly gained a scary smile. "You looked just how you do now..." Natalia turned her back to Ivan and took in an enthusiastic breath, while putting her hands on her hips. "Your parents couldn't take care of you any longer.. So they sent you here!" she smiled and turned back. "Do you know why they did this?" she leaned closer to gain eye-contact with Ivan. "Oh, sure they thought they had it made. Living with a nice child like you! But they didn't know who you really were until you attempted to kill your own brother.." Natalia's smile disappeared. "Your parents became worried for your brother's safety..! And you started seeing a counselor.." she paused. "But that didn't work obviously. You tried again. And again. And again." she repeated. "Until you just couldn't be alone for longer than 5 minutes with other people. Because of what you would do...What you would become." her voice became more quiet. "Not so innocent now are you? You're not. So stop trying to convince others that you are. I know your story." she whispered sternly. "You're not fooling anyone."
All Ivan could do was sit there and listen. Physically, he was just lying there. But mentally, he was screaming and clawing the women's eyes out. Ivan's eyes suddenly diluted to a dark blood-colored red. His hair started to turn a grey-ish color. All at once, he arched over in pain and started to cry out in misery. What was this horror? The boy gripped at the dry ground repeatedly, he felt very odd. It was unbearable. Ivan soon let a fierce growl escape his lips. He was shaking terribly now. Ivan then threw his hands over his shoulders to grip at his shoulder blades. Something is very wrong. Suddenly black charcoal-colored raven wings sprouted out of his back and extended to show off the feathers. The Russian was now gasping for air. What was this? Ivan quickly pulled his arms back in front of him, taking a good look at his hands. They were not normal hands any longer. His fingernails were now as sharp as a raven's claws.
The tall Belarusian women gasped as she immediately backed away from the monstrosity. "Wha-!" her words were stuck in her throat. All she could do was try and leave as quickly as possible. Natalia turned and headed for the door, grabbing onto the knob and twisted it. But then. Ivan got up and swiftly sprinted towards the girl, with the small knife in his hand, he jammed it hard in her stomach. The woman screamed as she tried to push the male away, but he was to strong. This strength definitively was not of human nature. It was way beyond that. Something, demonic.
The Russian teen growled wildly as he pulled the blade out, then shoved it in again, but in a different area this time, this time, it was her chest. Her beating heart. Natalia made one last gasp, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she gripped Ivan's hands, where the knife was. "Y-...You.. w-will.. never.. be saved.. from this hell.." she whispered in a cracked, frail voice. Before her grip started to loosen. Her eyes started to flutter. Ivan let go, and let her drop to the hard wooden floor.
Shifting his dark non-human eyes to the ground where Natalia laid. He leaned over and ripped the knife out of her chest, heartlessly.
But in that same moment, the wings faded and his features returned to normal, widening his eyes as he saw the blood pooling on the floor around the dead body. 'W-What did I do..?' he dropped the knife and brought his hands up to cover his mouth in surprise.
