She ran through the corridors, lost once again. Why did Mother have to make this place so dang confusing?
"Slasher. You've ran by this room three times already." A mecanical voice crakled from the door she had just passed. She quickly ran back, and bowed. "I am so sorry Mother! I was just distracted and-"
"Can the formalities Slasher. I've already told you to call me Killer. You have delayed me and your siblings enough already. Come in and join the family meeting." The crakling voice was sharp, and Slasher gulped. She hated this job. But that would change soon enough. "Yes, Killer. I'm coming."
"Good girl." Killer almost purred. "Very good. Now, let the meeting begin. Basher, was your kill successful?"
"Of course Killer. How could I fail you?" Bashers voice crackled over the speakers, but even the static couldn't hide the terror Basher betrayed. Slasher couldn't blame her.
"Really, Darling, that was quite a spectacle! I didn't know you could be so creative! You did marvolous!" Killer clapped, voice nearly shrieking with glee, like a greedy kid at Christmas.
"About time the bastard had died anyway." Stabber's voice snarled.
"Stabber, please calm yourself. You needn't get so riled up. Last time you nearly broke my ears with your needless screaming." Thinker complained, bored.
"Yeah!" Talker butted in, his voice loud and screechy. Slasher winced in pain from the noise. "I believe that comment was also directed to you to, Talker. Shut up for once."
After that everyone began yelling and screaming at each other, voices getting louder and louder.
"Go to hell!"
"Shut up, bastard!"
"You don't know anything!"
"Bitch!"
"STOP THIS INSOLENT NONSENSE BABBLING! DON'T VENT YOUR ANGER ON YOUR FAMILY BUT INSTEAD ON YOUR VICTIMS!" Killer's staticy voice boomed over the computer. Instantly everyone silenced. Killer sighed, a tired sound. "Everyone except Slasher is dismissed. Go."
"What is it Mother? Did I do something wro-"
"Prove your loyalty to me, and hone your skill. This one must be killed by the end of this week. Make it so." A name flashed across the screen, and dissapeared. Slasher gulped, but kept a straight face. "Of course Mother. That one will be exterminated."
"Good girl. You are a perfect daughter. Good bye!" Killer purred, and the screen went blank. Slasher had a job.
Switzerland couldn't believe it. "What?" he asked, Unable to even begin to register the words coming through his ear. His finger, which was wrapped around the gun trigger, tighted, like a snake suffocating it's prey.
Japan fliched, looking down the rifles barrel. "I-I am sorry Switzerland-san. I have only just heard the news myself. Austria was murdered yesterday morning." Switzerland glared, adjusting the weapon in his hand. Japan sweated. "P-please put that down Switzerland-san! It is making me uncomfortable!"
The Swiss nation dropped the gun, and trudged over to a chair, sinking in. "Damn! Damn this world! Damn it all!" he howled, letting all his anger out in one scream. The scream wavered, until it died to a nearly silent sob. "It should just go to hell."
"Brother? Big brother, are you okay?" Lichenstien ran down the stairs to find her brother curled up in a chair, his face buried in his palms as japan stood awkwardly to the side. "Vash, what's wrong? You screamed..." she glanced at japan, who met her eyes. Switzerland shifted, and Lichenstien tore her gaze from the Asian nation to her big brother.
"Roderich...Austria is...Is dead..." the Swiss announced, his voice shaky. Lili's eyes widened, pools of tears forming as Japan just stood there awkwardly. Switzerland glared at him. "Get out."
"H-hai! An-and this is from America-san! Sayanora!" Japan clumsily handed him a letter and nearly sprinted down the steps to his house.
"Big brother, w-what *hiccup* does it say?" Lichenstien sniffled, rubbing her eyes as Swizerland opened the envolope. His eyes scanned the sloppy handwriting of the American nation.
Yo!
If you've gotten this letter you already know that Austria's bucket got kicked! Because I'm the hero, I'm going to be holding an emergency World Meeting at my house tommorrow to discuss this tradegy! FREE REFRESHMENTS!
Peace out homies!
Alfred F. Jones
THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Switzerland pulled out his rifle and opened fire.
After he ran out of ammo and lichenstien deemed it safe, she picked up the bullet riddled letter. "An emergency world conference?"
"I'm going out." Switzerland proclaimed, opening the door to the bright sun. "May I come Big Brother?"
"No. You stay here. I-I need some time to think. I will be back in around an hour. If anyone comes-"
"I know, run into your closet. If they break into the closet than use one of your guns to shoot them." Lichenstien smiled at Switzerland, who just grunted and nodded in response. He closed the door, and Lichenstiens smile faded. It wasn't just a rumor. He was gone.
Belarus paced her floor, a queasy feeling in her stomach. That was enough to know something was gravely wrong. 'What am I doing, just pacing? Brother, he is probably in danger! I must go to him!' Breaking rythmn, the belarusian grabbed her knife and headed to the door.
"I can't let you go away now," A female voice purred from behind her, "The fun game I planned has only just started! Come on, play with me!" Belarus whipped around to find a masked figure sitting on her windowsill. Her body was decked in a blue wetsuit, with various straps everywhere, each strap loaded with daggers. "Of course you want to play! You want to know it's name?" The girl's voice ran chills up the nations back.
"Duck," A dagger flew at her head, and she hit the ground, "Duck," a butcher knife flew at her stomach and she rolled to the side, "Goose!" a dagger suddenly plunged into her back, and she gasped. Belarus had never felt this amount of pain. "By the way, that blade was laced with lethal poison! Let us see how long you last! Five minutes? Ten?" Belarus glared at the killer, who smiled in return. "Don't worry, I don't plan to let you die like that. No, I'll live up to the name Mother gave me! I just want to exaust y-woah!" The killer toppled over, dodging the knife Belarus had thrown. she pulled the dagger out of her back, and gripped it. "You forget. I won't leave this world so easily. We Belarusians are much stronger than our appearances."
"Like I don't know that, Natalya. That's why you'll die!" The killer ran up to her, a knife in her hand. Belarus prepared herself, ready to block her hit. Suddenly, another dagger was in her back, digging into her flesh. "Tag! Your it!" Belarus snarled and turned, fist curled. The murderer simply crouched and Belarus's punch went flying past. The killer stuck her leg out and tripped her, sending the nation tumbling once again.
"Oh Belarus, so clumsy are we? Maybe you are good at Hide and Go Seek? You get twenty seconds! Hide! You can hide and you can run, but you can't escape!" The killer kicked Belarus to give her a head start, not that she needed any. Belarus ran. She jiggled the door, ripping out the doorknob. A note fell out of the broken doorknob, and Belarus scanned it.
I told you no escape! Come on, is it so bad to play with me? 15 more seconds!
-Slasher
Belarus ran upstairs to the attic, where the wood was weak and rotten. She tore and the wood, tearing it off. A slab of steel blocked her way out. And a note.
Reinforced steel really can fix up an old attic, can't it! Quick, only 8 more seconds!
-Slasher
Belarus ran to her room, and clawed out her secret chest of quality blades. If she couldn't run, she would fight. Opening the chest, she was greeted to empty space... And a note.
Can you guess where all my knifes came from? Four seconds!
-Slasher
Frantic, she looked up at the wall in front of her. Another note was stuck on.
Three.
A feeling overcame Belarus, one the nation had never felt before. It felt like... Like defeat. She looked at the door, where another note was stuck.
Two.
She stood, when all of a sudden a dagger pierced her back. Belarus fell, her hand grasping the picture she was reaching for.
"One! I found you!" Slasher stood over her, her playful voice filling her ears. "It looks like you lost Belarus! You know what happens to losers, right?" The murderers boot jammed into her chest, and she weakly coughed up blood. Slasher bent down and placed Belarus's favorite knife on her cheek. Blood trickled down, mixing with the tears Belarus had kept pint up for so long.
"The losers die." The killer whispered, and drove a knife through Belarus's skull. Her eyes gazed over, and her hand went slack, dropping the picture frame she had been gripping. Slasher picked it up and stared at it. Belarus was sitting primly with her two older siblings, Russia and Ukraine. Slasher scowled and drove a dagger through Belarus's head. "One down." She drove two more through the others, "Two to go."
She stabbed the picture into the wall and went over the the nation. She placed her hand on her chest, feeling a slight flutter. "Give up! Leave that body! Your beyond repair! DIE ALREADY! I HATE YOU!" She got her dagger and repeatidly stabbed the nation in the heart, but the beating continued. "You." stab, "Will." stab, "Leave." stab.
The fluttering stopped, and a glow filled the room. Blinded, Slasher fumbled around before her fingers grasped what she was searching for. Placing her closed fist to her chest, the light slowly died, going into her heart.
Slashers eyes widened, and she gasped. She had no idea how much Belarus pained. Lonelyness, depression, no wonder she had gone insane. "Who am I to judge insane people? I'm one of them." She chuckled, adjusting to the new weight in her heart. Belarus was gone.
"Mother." Slasher creeped into the empty room. A groan shuddered through the space, and a half visible form appeared on the throne, compleatly wrapped in white cloth. Only her hands were unwrapped, long, red nails gripping the throne arms. "Slasher, why did you interrupt my rest? I cannot keep this form for long..."
"I apologize. Belarus has been sucessfully destroyed, but she is fighting me." Slasher said, staring at the floor. She had never seen their so called Mother face to face, but this was urgent. Coughing, she spat blood in her palm so Killer wouldn't worry.
"Oh? Well done Slasher. I'm very proud of you. Now that you have cut your ties, who are you? What are you here for? What is your purpose?" She leaned hungrily in her chair, awaiting Slasher's answer.
She continued to stare down at her feet for another second. What did Mother want from her?
"I see not all of your ties are cut. Very well, leave my presence. I only see my true kin. You are not quite one." Killer snarled, fingers ripping into the plush velvet. Slasher felt her legs dragging her backwards, and she fought. "Wait! Mother! Killer! Belarus-She-she is strong! I-if this keeps up-"
"LEAVE! GET YOUR FOUL PRESENCE OUT OF MY CHAMBERS!" Killer howled, and Slasher ran. She ran until comeing to her home. 'I,' she vowed, 'I will never die. Mother cannot kill me. She will not.' Slasher grinned, and hacked up more blood before passing out.
"Talker, it is your turn."
"Yes Killer."
"I have faith in you. This one must die tommorrow."
"Tommorrow? But that is the-"
"If you believe in the future of this world, you will do as I say. By midnight tommorrow, this one will be an empty corpse."
"Yes Mother. You have my word."
"Good boy. Make Mommy proud."
Another chapter posted! I forgot to do the disclaimer on the first chapter, so I'll do it here: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. NOR ANY OTHER MANGA/ANIME. I ONLY OWN MY OC'S, AND THERE ISN'T MANY OF THEM. THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME I POST A DISCLAIMER IN THIS STORY, AS I FIND THEM STUPID AND POINTLESS. I MEAN, WHY WOULD THE OWNER OF HETALIA BE WRITING FANFICTION? IT WOULDN'T BE FANFICTION THEN. WHY AM I WRITING IN CAPSLOCK?
Anyway, read and review please!