After a couple hours of wandering around the mysterious place that they had woke up in, Henrik and Lovino were getting weary of wandering around and started looking for a relatively safe place to stay for the night. While they were searching in one of the rooms they heard a loud scream that sounded like Alfred.
Henrik immediately scanned the halls for a sign of where Alfred could be and soon he saw a table crash into a wall by an intersecting hallway, followed by Alfred running out from the intersecting hallway. He ran straight into Henrik and Lovino, causing Henrik to stumble backwards and Lovino to fall. Alfred looked dazed for a second before he grinned.
"Hey guys! Didn't know you were here." he said, holding out his hand to help Lovino up.
Lovino refused to let Alfred help him and got up on his own, his eyes widening when a large figure walked slowly towards them, though Henrik and Alfred didn't know. He started to take a few steps backwards, stumbling a bit.
"Dude, what's wrong?" Alfred asked, noticing the change in Lovino's expression and the way he was acting.
"That thing! It's behind you!" Lovino yelled, turning to run.
Alfred sighed uncharacteristically and turned, looking as if he were preparing to fight. He pulled a pistol out of his jacket and grinned, an odd, menacing look in his eyes. Lovino had already sprinted down the hall by then, but Henrik stayed behind with Alfred, calmly looking at the large, menacing thing in front of them as if it couldn't possibly do any harm to him or Alfred.
Henrik easily dodged it when it tried to attack him, but as the fight progressed it seemed as if the odd figure were completely ignoring Alfred, as he never got hit or targeted by the mysterious thing. Alfred hardly tried to help Henrik, but instead "accidentally" hit Henrik with a couple of shots when he was aiming for the thing attacking him. When it seemed like the mysterious thing would end up killing Henrik it disappeared into a cloud of thick black smoke, leaving behind the surgical knife it had been weilding.
Henrik shook his head and sighed, turning to walk in the direction that Lovino had run off in, ignoring the pain from the deep knife cuts and the bullet wounds from when Alfred had "accidentally" hit him. Alfred followed, a mischevious grin on his face. Henrik and Alfred wandered around the hallways for a while, searching for Lovino who had ran off so fast that they had no idea where the young Italian had gone. After a while Alfred's grin turned to a twisted smile and he pulled his pistol out of his jacket again, slowly raising it so it was level with the back of Henrik's head.
Henrik just barely felt the cool metal of the gun against the back of his head so he stopped walking, turning around to face Alfred. He glared at Alfred slightly, but made no move to attack him since he had a pistol to his head.
"I don't think I'll regret this." Alfred laughed, his insane smile growing.
Note: Ahaha, cliff hanger. I wanted to do this because I thought it would be cool to change the "point of view" to Lovino's (not really first person, but make the chapter focused on him and what he's thinking and feeling.) So I don't know what I'll do with the whole life or death situation here. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed, and one more thing. Names.
Alfred - America
I'm just doing this in case people don't know. Please review the story and, of course, criticism is always welcome.