"Come on, come on!" She yelled. A young girl tugged on the huge entrance door to the mysterious mansion. It wouldn't budge. She gave up and frantically ran to the window, attempting to smash it, failing.
If you were in that house at the moment, as the girl, you would have experienced a horrible feeling. Like the world wouldn't seem warm ever again. You would have heard a sound, terrible, yet beautiful. It was a scream. And another sound, this one a slight 'whoosh'.
The girl ran all over the main hall, trying to find some way - any way!- to leave. She was shaking, as her eyes began to stream long lines of tears. She tried every door, every window. None of them would open, break, or even shake. Not even a little.
The hall went cold.
It was freezing. Her long black hair was actually stiffening.
"Agh...I can't believe Evelina actually talked me into this!"
Suddenly, it became silent. Nothing. No scream...no 'whoosh'. Just heavy breathing and hard thumping of the girl's heart.
"P-please...I didn't mean to disturb you..." she whimpers, feeling her body turning ice cold. She began to look around in panic. Why had it gone dark? She moved a little, and felt something shatter underneath her foot. Glass from a lantern, maybe?
Whoosh. Something flies past her. She only catches a glimpse of it...but one is enough. It was mysterious. Trying to piece together the little pieces of information she had gathered about the being, she closed her eyes.
It was cloaked in a hood made of pure shadow. In its hand was a small scythe, tiny enough to reach around corners, but large enough to be lethal. It seemed to have a human figure. Man or woman? She couldn't tell. There was something about its eyes that scared her out of her mind. What was it...?
She let out a shriek as she opened her eyes to find the creature staring straight at her. It raised its scythe, which disintegrated into a staff. The end of the staff began to glow, darker than the deepest pitch-black. The black shine grew larger, and larger...
It overwhelmed the girl. It surrounded the hall in a shroud of impenetrable darkness. She placed her hands in front of her face, and began to hyperventilate. It was as if she was blind. Her state of panic took a dramatic change. She screamed, even though she knew she couldn't be heard.
The shade seemed to swallow the girl. For a few minutes it swirled around her body, covering every inch.
Then the darkness released her, and morphed into another form, an identical copy of its victim. The darkness had taken the shape of the girl. Every facial feature. Every body color. It opened its mouth, and a silvery mist flowed out of it, reaching the original girl's mouth. As the substance came out of the innocent child's mouth, it had a soft white sparkle at the end of it. The mist went back into its master's throat.
The copy cleared its throat, and spoke in a voice exactly like the girl's. It smiled, as the girl's heavy breathing was imitated by the clone. After a few seconds, the heavy breaths were replaced by psychotic laughter. The girl, on the floor, heard this. She could actually feel her clone's sanity slipping away, as it had taken a piece of her soul.
"Why...why have you done this...?" She spoke, her voice and body weakening by the second.
"Your father is still alive. My father didn't eliminate him, it seems."
"That...that didn't give me an answer..."
"Are you humans all idiots? I'm going to kill him, and the rest of those 'Allied Forces' and 'Axis Powers', too. They must have aged, so I'll have to murder their children, too. Unfortunately..." the double paused and gave a maniac smile.
"You're one of them."
The duplicate regained some of its shadowy substance, replacing everything from the waist down, and flew towards the girl, kissing her. The girl's eyes widened. The light in them slowly left, and they closed. The look-alike reformed the lower half of its human form, and let go of the girl, her limp body falling to the floor. With a soft thud, she hit the wooden planks.
"I wonder how your little friends will taste like...?" The figure wore a false gentle smile. Its staff deteriorated into thin air. It walked right through the main door, heading west. Towards Hetalia Academy. It stuck its head back in for a little, just to see its victim one last time.
Kira Honda lay still on the floor.