Niemand vroeg
"Hello, remember me?" A slight pause, as if expecting an answer. "No, I expect you don't. Hardly anyone does, nowadays." Another pause, followed by a slight sigh. "It's such a shame; I was expecting you, at least, to recognise me. I have given you much cause to, over the years."
En niemand zag
A slight rustle of cloth nearby, the blindfold fell away. "There, that's better! Now I can see those lovely blue eyes of yours." The room was in shadows, the only light emanating from a worn-out old desk light, spilling poisonous orange on the floor like paint. There was a figure close by, unseen, but felt all too strongly.
En niemand niemand niemand zei
"Aahh..."
"Ssh now, don't speak. Not a word. Don't spoil things, eh?" Footsteps echoed around the room, bouncing off the stone walls and concrete floor, sounding as if there were a whole battalion of soldiers pacing up and down the small space. "No, be silent; let me talk, just for a little while, just for once." A slight, dry, chuckle cracked through the empty air, followed by a gentle huff of air, a small derisive snort. "You are so very good at talking, telling others what to do, giving orders. You make a fine politician and an even better soldier. Are you so good at being silent, though?" Pausing, once more, this time in contemplation. "I am a fair man, however, so I'll allow you one question, before you must be silent." In a dry, cracking voice, his prisoner said "Why? Why are you doing this?"
And so he told him.
En niemand voelde
Numb. That was all he felt. Numb. What else was there to feel? The man before him was insane, that's all there was to it. He was going to die and this madman was going to be the one to kill him. There was nothing he could do about it; the madman had made that quite clear. This was the end. He wasn't scared; it was too late for fear. He wasn't angry either, there was no point getting angry, it would do nothing but expend energy, not that he needed that at the moment. He was just... numb.
Niemand niemand niemand hoorde
Silence permeated the room, the occupants having left long ago. Only one left walking. Footsteps, once more, shattered the quiet. "That was..." A pause, searching for the right word, "Entertaining. I expect I ought to do it again some time." The heavy creak of a door, a hole of light appeared in the dark room, casting painful, sharp shadows on the rough floor. A figure, carved in darkness, entered the room, restoring the toxic orange light to the desk lamp. "I'd best clean this mess up. Tch, such an untidy guest."
Niemand deed
"I wonder, perhaps, if anyone will notice who's missing?" A slight sigh, and a shuddering of the dark man's shoulders."Heh...Hehe...HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He threw his head back and laughed, long and hard, he laughed 'til his jaw ached and he couldn't breathe properly. Shaking slightly as he calmed, he retreated from the room, not looking back once. The door swung shut after him with a heavy thud, followed by the loud CLACK of the lock sliding into place.
En niemand niemand niemand vond hem leuk
"Hey, England!" he called, the older nation paused, half-turning to look at him. He smiled, a gentle smile on the face of a jaguar.
"Would you like to come to tea?"
AN: For those of us who don't speak Dutch...
Translations:
Niemand vroeg (Nobody asked)
En niemand zag (And nobody saw)
En niemand niemand niemand zei (and nobody nobody nobody said)
En niemand voelde (and nobody felt)
Niemand niemand niemand hoorde (Nobody nobody nobody heard)
Niemand deed (Nobody did)
En niemand niemand niemand vond hem leuk. (And nobody nobody nobody liked him)
Very weird, not entirely sure what to think about this one. I...think...I'm proud of it?
To be honest, all I did was put my fingers on the keyboard and listened to some Dutch punk, then this thing appeared. And yes I had someone in mind for matt to be killing, but I won't tell you who, feel free to guess though!
(Most all the credit for inspiring me goes to Emurelle on Deviantart)