Chapter 3
Blood Of The lonely
Russia stared blankly out his bedroom window as he watched the snow fall. He heard the smoke detector go off but it had stopped now so he figured the others had it under control.
A high pitched laughter came from the doorway.
He glanced back at the door to see that it was still closed and that no one was there.
"Kol..." He frowned and turned his attention back to the snow. There was a loud thud and Blood suddenly splattered across his window. The violet eyed Russian stumbled back in shock. He blinked and the blood was gone. He stepped back towards the window and looked back out at the snow. No one was out there and he was on the second floor. There was no logical explanation for the blood.
'I've been up all night...I need to go to sleep...' He told himself and forced himself to go back to his bed. He pulled back the covered. His eyes snapped wide but he was able to catch himself before he screamed.
There was a corpse.
In his bed.
A rotting, bloodied, mutilated corpse.
The corpse's blood shot eyes snapped open. It reached out and grabbed the Russian's wrist.
"Nyet! Let go on me!" He jerked his hand free and stumbled back.
This caused the corpse's fragile flesh tear. It's hand falling to the floor.
The corpse groaned in pain and looked down at it's hand. Then back up at Russia.
SHAAAA!
The corpse was suddenly right in front of Russia. It grabbed hold of his scarf and started strangling him. Russia struggled to get away, unfortunately they both slipped in a sudden pool of blood. The Russian tried to regain his footing, but the corpse had other ideas, it pushed Russia back further, the large nation crashed into the window.
Glass shattered. Glass and the sudden cold air cut into his flesh as he was pushed out of the window by a force much greater than what the corpse was capable of.
Thud.
The snow more or less broke his fall. However the pure white snow quickly became stained with dark red blood.
Russia layer there for a few minutes, unable to move. "S-somebody...help...it's cold..." He whispered as the world around him faded to black.
"Where's Russia and Japan?" England asked. The nations had all gathered in Italy's room to discuss what was going on.
"I'm assuming japan locked himself in his room...he won't answer me aru." China responded, sounding worried.
"What about Russia?" France asked.
China shrugged. "I haven't seen him since he went to look for the first aid kit."
"Welp. This house is obviously haunted by demonic forced and japan knows something about it!" America made a fist and brought it down like a gavel on the palm of his other hand.
"Ok, I can believe the ghost thing after what happened yesterday but...why are you accusing Japan, aru?" China frowned.
"Because he shut himself in his room and won't answer us." America responded he stood up and headed for Japan's room. Before anyone could stop his he kicked the door down. "Um...dudes...? Are you sure japan locked the door from the inside?"
"Yes, why?"
"He's not in here."
"What?!" The others quickly ran to Japan's room.
"Where could he have gone?" England stared at the empty room in shock.
"The windows locked from the inside. This defies logic." France murmured.
"Well he is a ninja, aru." China face palmed.
"Um...I found Russia..." France gulped.
America gulped, having a bad feeling about that statement.
The russian's bedroom was next to Japan's. the Russian himself was lying on his back, half covered in blood stained snow.
"THE HELL?! DID HE GO SUICIDAL OR SOMETHING?!" America screeched. He kicked out the window while the others made a rope out of he bed sheets. Once finished America jumped out the window and approached the Russia. He glanced up at the shattered window. It looked more like he had been pushed then purposely jumped...but it still didn't make seance. The smaller nation crouched down and checked his pulse. He honestly wasn't surprised that the Russian was still alive.
America tied the rope around Russia's waist, the others pulled the larger nation up into the house and laid him on the bed before tossing America the rope.
Once America was in he shut the window and reported what he had seen.
"The demonic thing you mentioned earlier is the only possible cause for this." England said, running a hand threw his messy golden hair.
France and Germany nodded in agreement. China was silent. "Do you think that this...thing...that's doing all this...took japan away?" He whispered.
The high pitched laughter was the only thing that answered.