~REFLECTION~
~Hi guys! This is something I wrote a few weeks ago for my class that started out as a simple writing prompt but I then extended it to a ten-part story that I have mashed together for this book! (and added a few scenes to make it a little less basic) The characters I used are the Hetalia ones but used as humans and I do not own them in any way.
I should also warn you this will get a little bloody and disturbing. Not for the faint-hearted and/or people who get their feels murdered easily.
Enjoy!~
Lukas opened his eyes, staring at the blank white ceiling of his bedroom. Sighing and stretching, he got out of bed only to hear a strange sound coming from his bathroom.
Tap, tap.
Hearing this, he straightened up, hearing each limb pop into place and he stood up, ignoring the coldness that swept through him as he stepped barefoot on the cold tile floor.
What had made that noise? One would assume a tree tapping against the window in the wind but the only tree in Lukas's yard was the tiny one out front, far, far away from his bathroom window.
Lukas walked over to the bathroom and flipped on the light switch, peering at his reflection and catching a glimpse of his morning self- platinum blonde hair ruffled from the night's sleep, dull indigo eyes ever more dull and shadowed than before because of lack of sleep. He blinked a few times and he heard it again.
Tap, tap, tap.
It seemed to be coming from the mirror.
Lukas raised a finger curiously, and tapped the glass of the mirror. It took him a second to realize that while he himself was raising his hand to touch the glass, his reflection was not reflecting his movements as it should. Instead, it stood there, staring.
Lukas stared back, just now noticing the little details that had changed in a split second- The indigo eyes were now a lighter shade of blue and the hair a darker blonde, and there seemed to be some sort of burn mark on the right side of his face, and the navy blue pajamas he was wearing was a fiery red in his reflection.
"What the-"
Lukas leaned forward, squinting at his reflection and almost nose-to-nose with it. His reflection cocked it's head to the side curiously, eyes mocking him. Lukas did a few tests- He raised one arm, he stuck out his tongue, he jumped up and down, but his reflection did nothing.
He sat down and stared at his reflection curiously for a while, and nearly fell over when his reflection moved on it's own- His reflection raised his hand out and pressed it against an invisible wall that Lukas could not see. His expression changed to one of pleading, and Lukas got to his feet, feeling the need to help out his reflection.
He reached one hand out, hesitantly, and pressed his hand to the hand of his reflection.
A moment.
And then-
Fiery pain shot in violent spikes through his arm and spread it's way through his body, causing him to scream as his reflection seemed to push his way through the mirror slowly, it's body looking shattered and like broken glass, the cracks glowing as Lukas continued to scream.
Lukas looked at his hand, which seemed to be glued to his mirror as his 'reflection' (or should he even call it that anymore?) continued to push it's way through the mirror, a sickening sight of his skin being stretched taut over his features that looked broken up do to his broken-mirror effect.
Finally the figure pushed itself out of the mirror completely, falling to the floor and then standing up at once, the cracks in his body slowly resealing themselves with a dull glow.
His reflection smiled down at Lukas, who had fallen to the floor. His mirror had been shattered; the pieces were now littering the floor and a few shards had cut a few nicks into Lukas's face.
His reflection crouched down and placed an ice-cold hand on his cheek, smiling once again, the smile stretching the burn on his face disgustingly and the cracks glowing brighter.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," he sang. "For a long time I've been in that mirror, waiting my chance like Markell and Thurston. Oh, I'm free now. Good luck in hell."
"I-I-What?" Lukas sputtered as his 'reflection' stood up, the cracks in his body almost gone completely, almost faded away completely. His reflection stretched his limbs, as if he had been stuck in a tight space for far too long, and stepped out into Lukas's room, a look of interest on his face. He kicked the door behind him close, his skin now clear of any and all cracks that had previously been there.
Lukas suddenly felt pain rip through his whole body, slashing him like a burning hot sword and causing him to yelp, eyes wide.
The pain started on his hand; it burned like he had accidentally touched a pot or a pan while it was on the stove. He watched with horror as each individual nerve that connected his finger to his nervous system was split apart, the dead nerves falling to the ground in a disgusting pile along with the bone and flesh. Blood dripped down from where his three middle fingers were being split apart slowly and he screamed a deafening scream.
Where was his brother? His mother? His father? Where were they? Couldn't they hear him?
Sobs racked through him, making his body shudder violently as his wrists began to split apart. The flesh was rent asunder, starting on his thumb and began agonizingly working it's way down, the flesh peeling away and more nerves joining the disgusting, growing pile on the ground. Nerves connecting to the base of his thumb split apart and brittle shards of bone joined the the blood and flesh, pooling and mixing.
He heard a faint ringing in his ear as his wrist fell away onto the ground, blood pouring down the stump that was formerly his hand, the pile of dead nerve endings and shards of bone and strips of translucent flesh on the ground causing a disgusting feeling to rip through him and cause him to gag violently.
Moaning in terror, Lukas shrieked, hoping for somebody to hear him as the process repeated; Dead nerves fell to the floor and the flesh was ripped away violently, muscle and tendons were rent asunder and the joint tore, bones and ligaments being ripped apart. Lukas watched this all join the growing pile of sickening remains and his stomach churned violently, the previous night's dinner making a threatening return.
His bones splintered loudly and veins burst apart, more flesh being peeled away easily like a wet tissue; Blood vessels and nerves followed, and arteries and capillaries were riven.
Blood dripped down the ever-shrinking arm and Lukas screamed again in pain, a hot feeling burning the back of his throat. The pile of was too disgusting; He turned and retched, vomiting onto the ground as the feeling grew more gut-churning and made his breathing come out in sharp gasps, simple breaths just simply not enough any more.
His upper arm was soon gone and ripped out of his socket, joining the pile of remains. He didn't know what was happening to his body or who was doing it, but whoever or whatever it was, it hurt like he couldn't believe. The flesh was ripped away none too carefully and fell to the ground, blood flowing thickly as more veins are uprooted and more muscle is rent asunder. Gasping violently and his hand slipping in the pile of sick behind him, Lukas shuddered as the pain grew worse.
His shoulder joined the pile of bones and flesh and arteries and veins and blood and-
More bile spilled over his bottom lip and down his chin as the base of his neck ripped apart, the nerves and flesh seemingly to float away before falling to the floor.
It was now beginning on his other arm; The pain reverberating through his body in violent spikes that made his stomach drop and threaten to spill more, however there was no more to spill. The process on his left arm was speeding up while the process on his neck had stopped.
Lukas's throat constricted as he wondered why he wasn't dead yet. Surely he had to be dead by now...Surely he had to...How could somebody go through his much pain and still be alive?...It was impossible...
But apparently it wasn't.
The flesh of his forearm stretched taut and broke like a rubber band, and the bones broke with a loud snap, blood trailing out of the stump. The process was now starting on his left leg.
Lukas began screaming again as the pain deepened, the veins on his foot bulging before bursting and his nerves and skin particles being pulled apart slowly, bit by bit and the muscles fell off, the bones snapping with a loud crack and the blood flowing faster.
"WHY CAN'T I BE DEAD?!" He shrieked. He took deep breaths as the process on his arm reached his shoulder and it was ripped violently out of his socket, and it stopped as the base of his neck began to peel away.
His ankle popped and cracked before the joint fell away, muscle and tendon joining it. Lukas looked down at it, feeling on the verge of passing out from pain.
He wanted to.
He wanted it to stop.
He wanted it to stop now.
He wanted the pain to stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop, stop, stop.
But it didn't.
It continued.
The flesh on his shin was like cake frosting; When somebody stuck their finger in it and ran their finger across the surface to gather a good lump of frosting and left behind a deep streak- That was what it looked like and reminded Lukas of as he watched the flesh being torn away.
The muscles bulged and squeezed before sliding right off easily, as if they weren't attached to anything at all, and the bone was split apart, shards of the bone and marrow falling to the ground in a sickening heap.
"STOP!" Lukas shrieked again, sobbing as tears streamed down his face. His kneecap cracked and fell off, the thinner flesh there flaking away like a pile of dead skin, and blood welled on the stump. So much blood. Lukas was surprised he wasn't dead from blood loss.
The fabric from his clothes had been torn away along with his body and littered the ground like blue colored pieces of paper. Lukas had cuts on his bottom where he had landed on the glass and his back was soaked with the vomit from earlier, but that wasn't his main concern.
His main concern was the veins bulging in his right foot and the toes being ripped away like they didn't matter at all as the flesh was torn faster than anything else, in violent tatters and the bone being snapped off as if it simply didn't exist, muscle being strewn on the ground and joints rent asunder, blood in a pool and a pressure building up in his head.
He had stopped screaming a few seconds ago and his mind, now for some odd reason, accustomed to the pain, and he watched as his foot fell away. Well, watching wasn't the right word. He was looking at and he was seeing it happen, but his brain was not processing it.
On his left leg, his thigh was being split slowly apart, flesh being nicked off here and there and falling to the ground into the growing pile of sick. Lukas gagged as the process began on his neck again.
Muscles and tendons ripped away, falling to the ground with a sickening 'splash' as it landed in the sick, and his dead nerves were rent asunder as a dry feeling was placed in his throat.
Lukas closed his eyes as he felt a burning sensation on both sides of his face. The knee of his right leg was being torn away now, but he didn't even feel it. He felt his cheek bones splinter away and his vision went static and one eye burst from it's socket, the eyeball falling to the ground with the optical nerve trailing like the slimy end of a kite.
Lukas felt his jaw unhinge, muscle falling as his other eye joined the other one and more flesh fell to the ground.
Darkness.
Darkness.
Dark.
Dark.
Black.
Cold.
Black and cold.
Dark.
Pain.
No pain.
More pain.
Little pain.
Excruciating pain.
Feel no pain.
So much pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Dark.
Cold.
Warm.
Pain.
Black.
Black.
Black.
Black.
Dark.
Pain.
More pain.
So much pain.
Pain's gone.
Pain hurts more.
Pain.
Black.
Blackness hurts more.
Blackness blinds him.
Blackness sneaks up on him.
Blackness holds nasty surprises.
Blackness is what night time is and he despised the night time.
Black.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Black.
Dark.
Cold.
Pain in this cold, dark, black place that he was in,
but he actually wasn't.
Pain?
No pain.
Pain is gone.
Pain does not exist.
What is pain?
The pain.
It's vanished.
Wiped off Earth.
What is pain?
What is blackness?
What is anything?
What does this all mean?
Black?
Cold?
Pain?
Voices.
Voices in his head.
What were voices?
Voices were noise.
Noise that made words.
Sounds.
Speech.
What was pain?
Pain was indescribable.
Pain did not exist.
It never did.
No.
No pain.
No pain.
Just black.
But what was black?
Black is black.
So much black.
Black.
Black is all he sees.
What was black again?
Was it the chilly feeling creeping up on him?
No, that feeling was just associated with the blackness.
What was black?
What was the voice in his head?
What was a voice?
What was his head?
Head.
Head.
Eyes.
Mouth.
Nose.
All gone.
Doesn't exist.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Pain.
What was pain?
Blackness.
Familiar voice.
Light.
Wait, light?
Lukas opened his eyes to find himself staring at a stone ceiling, his body cold. He sat up, breathing heavily as he turned his left and right, feeling his arms and legs and face and almost crying out of relief.
Lukas buried his face into his hand, sobbing at what had just happened. Was it a dream? God, that was the worst dream he'd ever had.
So much he couldn't describe.
There had been a moment of transition, when he was unsure of what anything was. What anything meant. He knew the words but their definitions vanished then reappeared then vanished again.
Lukas gave a sob at being whole. At that whole thing not happening. It just happened in his head. Right?
He opened his eyes, wanting to wipe that whole experience from his mind. He was in an unfamiliar cold room, and somebody, he noticed, was chained to the wall, their pale, muscled figure slumped against it. Squinting, heart thumping, Lukas noticed the spiky blonde hair, the bright blue eyes that were now dulled slightly, and the thick eyebrows he had not seen in six months.
He gasped, heart hammering against his rib cage, wondering how it could be possible.
No.
How could this be? He disappeared without a trace. So how could he be here? Someone should have found him. Yet, without a doubt...
"M-Mathias?"
The figure lifted his head, eyes widening in recognition, blood dripping down his forehead from a wound he could not see.
"Hey, Luke."