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He ran through the halls of his own house, desperately searching or a safe haven; a place to hide from her. His breath came out in short gasps, trying to urge his legs to move faster, faster, faster. Every step he took felt like a knife stabbing through his foot and up his leg. He knew he couldn't deny the fact that he was tired; and he knew she had acknowledged that as well. After all, he hadn't ever really been the athletic type. With every movement of his body, it felt like a beacon, a honing device that would lead her directly to him; a game of cat and mouse, only this time, he was no longer the cat. Everything he did at the moment was accentuated with adrenaline, the urge to escape greatening with each and every passing second. Until, he came upon a place to hide- a place he hadn't been to in such a long time.
It was the hall where the Baltics' rooms were located. So many memories flooded back that he almost stopped; almost forgot the pressing matter he was caught in. Just like a fly in a spider web. He was trapped in his own home, such a silly thought for who he was; so silly that most would never believe him if he ever had the chance to tell it. And, that is, if he ever got the chance to speak again.
"Big brother," He heard, echoing through the halls, not even fifty feet away. He knew she didn't see him yet; she would enjoy it so much more if she snuck up on him, if she attacked from behind. He quickly went into the second room on the right side of the hall, the room that had once been Latvia's.
He went to the vast wardrobe and hid in it, stilling his breath and clenching his fists. Even the slightest movements would alert her to his positon. He clutched at the scarf his other sister, his favorite, had given him. Oh how he wished to be with her now, the two of them walking among the sunflowers, just like they had when they were simply children in this cruel, unholy world.
He wouldn't cry; he was too strong for that. He wouldn't show fear, not to her. He'd never back down to her either. He was very afraid, yes, but he'd never tell her that. He would never give her the satisfaction.
He never thought that in this world, there would ever be someone as demented as himself.
He heard the withered door creak open, snapping him into alertness, the seemingly ever-present adrenaline coursing through him anew. "Big brother," he heard her say in her lilting, heavily accented voice. If she had not been so horrifying, most would think her beautiful.
He heard her small, creaking footsteps; the floorboards giving him the gift of knowing her position in the room. His stomach dropped when he realized just how close she was getting. He held his breath, silently praying that someone, anyone, would rescue him. He knew no one would rescue him; no one liked him enough to risk their lives to the girl who was only a foot away from the wardrobe.
After a few silent seconds, the wardrobe doors flew open, and he was exposed to the demon girl he was forced to call his 'sister'.
He let out a scared noise as she gripped his scarf, bringing him so close that their noses almost touched.
"Trying to hide from me? Big brother, you know hide and seek is a game for children." She said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Her faux sympathetic voice was just as scary as her angry one, but now, she was even more unpredictable.
"I-I'm sorry," his voice cracked, showing just how scared he was.
She released his scarf but still kept him close, as if she thought he was stupid enough to run away now. He knew she wouldn't hesitate to force him to stay in place; he has the scars from her knife to prove it. She pet his hair in a comforting way as she leaned in right next to his ear, causing him to wince, expecting some form of pain. But what came next wasn't pain. No, it was much worse. It was the horrifying, gruesome truth that he had tried to avoid for so long. Her few, simple words made him want to wretch and gag and scream bloody murder. But, he knew he'd do no such thing. Because in doing so, she'd make sure he was never heard from again.
"May nothing but death do us part, big brother."