Chapter One

Kally tugged her fur jacket closer to her, shivering. Her lithe, skeleton-like figure was illuminated by the street light towering above her, shedding rays of light down on the girl like beams from Heaven.

She had been heading home - where was home, anyways? Her parents were dead, she was orphaned, and no one loved her. She was used to this; loved the thought now. Her sanity had slipped away. Insanity possessed her soul, relentlessly lashing out furious attacks on those who neared her.

And that, she thought, wasn't going to change anytime soon.

A scuffling in the dark caught her attention. She whipped her head back to see a shadowy figure dash behind a wall. Her glowing, hazel eyes narrowed in aggravation. Great. Fucking fantastic. Another

(playmate)

lunatic to deal with. She gripped her backpack tightly, scowling, and silently stepped towards the wall.

"Hello?" her small voice called. "Come on out...I saw you! Now get out here!" Although she was young, her voice was loud and demanding. Almost like a drill sergeant's...Although a drill sergeant wouldn't torment you like a cat with a mouse.

Another figure raced by her, this one short and having bright blue eyes. She could see them clearly. Kally turned on her heel, glaring once more. "Hey! S-stop!"

A hand roughly grasped her shoulder, gaining a squeaky yelp from Kally. "Hey, kid, calm down," a raspy, male voice hissed, amusement dripping from each word. "We ain't gonna hurt ya...much."

Kally took a shaky, deep breath in and whirled around, fingers flexed. Her

(claws)

nails were sharp enough for her to leave a few scratches, hopefully get away. But all thoughts of escape vanished when she saw her pursuer.

Alfred F. Jones. Fucking Alfred F. fucking Jones.

The man smirked, seeing her terrified eyes. He knelt down to her level and placed a hand on her chin, tilting her nervous gaze towards his face. "Hey, kid...no need to worry," he whispered soothingly. "We ain't gonna hurt ya..."

Kally took a shallow breath, mustering up all her courage. "W-what do you want from m-me? A-and w-who's w-w-we?" she managed to choke out, flinching.

A throaty laugh escaped the elder's lips. He brushed a bit of her hair out of her eyes and said, "Iggy, she wants to see you."

Kally looked to Alfred and noticed his red eyes...Brunette hair...Spiked baseball bat...

...Wait a minute...was this...

Hell no.

It was 2P America, she was sure of that. This was NOT the regular, happy go lucky hero that she had come to love. This was the exact opposite: an anti that wanted so badly to kill anything. A blood loving psycho, lusting only for death. And wait...had he said Iggy? That meant...

Aw fuck no.

As if on cue, the psychotic, 2P England started out of the dark, grinning madly. His insane eyes watched her curiously. The man bowed deeply, chuckling. "'Ello, miss," he said in a heavy British accent. "Lovely meeting you 'ere, Madam."

Kally threw him an icy glower. "Some Hell of an accent that is," she spat distastefully. "Really; 's more of a Cockney than British, ya maroon."

Arthur - no, Anti Arthur - gave her a twitching scowl. "'T's not very polite language for a young lady to be using, tut tut," he scolded playfully. "Maybe we should cut your tongue off for you to learn some manners?"

Kally gasped and turned away, shaking and shuddering in fear. Anti Arthur grinned. "Good, then." He turned his gaze towards Anti Alfred. "Well, Al?"

Kally shook, the thoughts flooding back into her mind. Of course, the dark countries hardly noticed. That is, until she collapsed into a series of spasms on the ground.

A pair of lovely white eyes beamed back at her. Kally froze, tears streaming down her cheeks. At once, she backed away, tripping over her hands and feet. No, she wasn't going to die this way. She couldn't; she absolutely, positively would not -

The darker figure leaped in front of her. She screamed, but was soon coaxed into silence by a glinting scythe in the rare rays of moonlight. Those white eyes softened as a taller, older boy (perhaps twenty; she couldn't tell) knelt down beside her. He hesitantly stretched a hand forward, watching her coldly.

Kally stared horrifically. What...why was he offering...This had to be a trap. This had to. If it wasn't...She hardly even knew the guy! Why would...

This was soon cut off by her throwing herself in his arms, sobbing. The boy was startled, but soothed her with his words. He stroked her hair and whispered,

"I love you."

"Kid?" Alfred eyed the kid nervously. She had passed out almost an hour ago, and still hadn't woken up. He glanced towards Iggy, who was cleaning his knife. The Brit peered over and rose his hand in a 'saluting' wave. Alfred rolled his eyes and looked back to the kid. Maybe she was dead...It was, of course, always a possibility. This wasn't the first person he'd gone for help that night. Oh no. Before her was a boy, perhaps eighteen? Little fucker made a wrong move. Tried to scream for help. Had to be killed. And before him was a woman; died of fright, prob'ly. Or a heart attack. Ya never knew.

He shook his head, losing hope. "Great," he muttered. "Lost another one, Iggy. Let's -"

He was interrupted by the girl's eyes flashing open, a psychotic grin plastered to her pale face. In a second her fist collided with his face, screeching giggles emitting from her.

To be Continued...

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