Hello, my little chickies! I regret to inform you that I am NOT SuNorShipper! I am simply Su's girlfriend, Nor! Su is currently in the hospital, under going radiation treatments. Don't worry; it isn't leukemia! She just has osteosarcoma! Actually that's a little worse. She won't be able to write or type for a while, so I will sub in for her regularly! Please PM all of you support and lesbian hate crimes, for Su-san still likes reads those! She actually wrote this (in her mind) and had me type it. Stop being so lazy, babe! ~Ciao!
Su: YOU stop being a little f*ck!
I would if you would stop cussing at me! Honestly, treatment is making you a real crab!
All sense of direction was hopelessly lost on her. Jannette can't remember which corridor she ran down. She knows it wasn't the one that Georgia ran down, or else the smaller girl would have found her, knife drawn, ready to attack.
She finds herself waiting-for what though?- while fearfully glancing up and down the corridor with foggy glasses. Her legs trembled from racing up two flights of stairs while running from whatever was chasing him. Indiana tried opening the doors, but the ones on the Third Floor wouldn't open.
"Tennessee, Warsaw, Georgia, Faeroe..." Muttering those names did nothing to soothe her racing heart, but her mind was calmed, and she took another shuddering breath. Before sliding against the wall and onto the floor.
She shut her eyes and tried to remember how she ended up here. Indy tried using the same technique that Freya uses every time she goes out drinking with the Germany Brothers to remember the previous night's activities. Jannette imagined that time reversed with her in it, like rewinding a video to a part you want to see again. That part was extremely fuzzy in Indy's mind, causing her to get a headache. She kept trying...there! She was still in the hallway with Tenn, Warsaw, and Fae! But no...wait! The group split up after a large, gray, and humanoid figure chased Fae until they were out of sight!
Indiana groaned and pressed her hand to her forehead as the other pushed herself off of the ground. Her mind went back to the present as reality took over for fiction. "O-oh, Fae... I'm s-so sorry she gulped while holding back frightened sobs. Panic attack. Panic attack. Panic attack. With her hyperventilation distracting her, Indy didn't notice the same figure come down the stairs until a pair of stone-gray feet were directly in front of her. Indy's eyes slowly moved upwards until frightened blue met emotionless black orbs. Jannette let out a strangled scream as a large hand descended towards her face.
Georgia decided to explore the mansion some more until she believed the little fuckers stopped playing games on her. She may be as serious as Germany and Sweden's love-child, but Freya secretly enjoyed the thought of the others panicking without her. She took the corridor straight ahead, opposite of the one she left earlier. As Georgia walked further, she noticed a door to her right. But, with an experimental twist of the knob, the door remained stubbornly closed. Freya continued down the hallway until-
Freya paused and all senses left her body, leaving her numb.
Standing ahead at the end of the corridor, seeming to face away from her, was a gray, humanoid figure with a head too large for its body.
Georgia reacted by... just staring at it intensely. Her pale hands clenched into fists to remind herself to stay calm and quiet in the presence of this thing. Suddenly, a door opened and the THING stumbled through.
Freya, without blinking her amber eyes, exhaled a deep breath that she didn't know was being held inside. "What the hell... was that Thing?" She muttered. While hesitantly walking to the door, but her hands trembled. Her eyes darted away... and landed on a different door to her left. Georgia went inside without even thinking.
It was just a bathroom. It has a clean toilet and a sink and several cabinets covered in filmy layers of dust. Besides that, there wasn't anything interesting in there. Oddly enough, the Georgian felt calm in this bathroom. "Some serious fucked-up shit..." Freya muttered.
She left and gave the door the beast went through a large berth before running back to the main corridor. The hall was still empty, but when Georgia tried to open the door, her teeth gritted in frustration. Wait.
Dusty footsteps.
Despite what the others said earlier, this place wasn't completely clean. Hold on... Footsteps that only lead INTO the manor?
Georgia ignored her own small footsteps on the dusty floor and followed the other four pairs up the stairs.
Freya climbed the wide flight of stairs until she reached the second floor, but that was where the trail of footsteps ended. She silently cursed and glanced around. Straight to her left were two doors and to her right was one, lonely door. When she turned to her left, Georgia also noticed a corridor leading besides the stairs to another flight of stairs going up. She guessed there were more doors down that hallway... and her little fucker friends were hiding behind them.
Freya decided to follow the feeling in her gut and walked straight for the two doors, heading to the one on her right. Contrary to her thoughts before, this door was unlocked. She steeled her glare even more; this wouldn't be over until she got her friends back and they got out of here, and pushed the door open, revealing a bedroom.
Lying on the ground was a shiny silver pistol with letters engraved into the side. Upon closer inspection, the letters spelled 'Indiana H. Jones'. There were spatters of blood dotting the silver grip. A dash of fear went through her. "What's Indy's gun doing here?" Freya muttered out loud. She then noticed a thin trail of more blood that led to the door on the right when you left the stairs. When Georgia entered the unlocked room, the first thing she noticed was the long curtain hanging against the wall. The pistol was cold against her thigh as she opened the curtain to reveal a sad sight.
Indiana was curled into a tight ball, her blue-streaked brown hair spattered with blood, as well as her glasses. Tears welled up in her sky-blue eyes and she lunged for the Georgian, gripping the black fabric of her shirt in shaking hands.
The over-powering scent of blood did not go unchecked.
Su and I will be adding the alternate scene when a character encounters an Oni because if you make choices they can lead to you death. How fun~!
* Georgia decided to explore the mansion some more until she believes the little fuckers stop playing games on her. She may be as serious as Sweden and Germany's love-child, but she enjoyed the thought of the others panicking without her.
She took the corridor straight ahead, opposite of the one she left earlier. As Georgia walked further, she noticed a door to her right. But, with an experimental twist of the knob, the door remained stubbornly closed. Freya continued down the hallway until-
She paused and all senses fled her body, leaving her numb.
Standing ahead at the end of the corridor, seeming to face away from her, was a gray, humanoid figure with a head too large for its body.
Freya took in a surprised gasp that sounded like gas pipes hissing, and the thing spun around, revealing an alien-like face with unfeeling, black orbs for eyes.
"What the-?!"
Suddenly, the thing charged so fast that Georgia only saw a blur before something heavy slammed into her chest, and blood spurted from gashes torn in her chest. The strike threw her back and she hit the wall, groaning. The thing charged again and thick and gray fingers wrapped around Freya's head, lifting her.
Long claws slashed her pale throat, causing more blood to spurt. The beast threw her back to the floor, and Georgia landed on the floor with a crack and lay still. A large pool of crimson blood flowed from her head, neck, and chest. With a final weak gurgle, Freya died.
Dear Lord, that was hard for me to type! I don't like it when my girlfriend dies in fanfiction. Anyways, leave us a comment, PM, and favorite us!
~SuNorShipper
