A Hex Chapter 4
The public is a tough crowd. After all he's been through, you'd think talking with others would be a piece of cake.
Her soft peach skin was blotched by the stains of the tears that she so obviously had shed in bulk. Switzerland ran to his sister, and she ran to him. Her breath was ragged. His arms wrapped around her and it felt as though she was safe. He was so warm. She would be content here forever. He wasn't going to let her do that, though. That's what she'd agreed to. This was the only place…
Switzerland examined his sister for injuries. She had the same marks on her wrists he did. Proof she had been chained. Imprisoned. He clenched his teeth. How dare they hurt her? Switzerland's face contorted with anger, then opened his mouth to curse out their captor, but Lily's hand clamped over his mouth. He looked at her. There was a trace of that begging look that she had rarely let loose when she wanted him to be quiet, mixed with a look of absolute horror. He closed his mouth; he knew enough to trust her judgment, as she wasn't a dull girl. Instead, he hugged her. This way, he could keep her from hurt, pain. There was no need for words, they could talk later.
England smiled. The scene was heartwarming; a sweet girl clinging to her brother in absolute trust, who would obviously do anything to protect her from all harm that came her way. It seemed as if nothing could ruin this.
That was, until the voice rang once again.
"That's nice." The voice shattered the pleasant silence. Everyone stiffened. Switzerland's arms tightened around his sister. Was it a display of power? To just show you're there? To remind them they're still trapped? Powerless? It must be nothing more than to play with their heads. Keep them on their toes. That was it.
"I'll tell you what. You're all going to work for me. You're my slaves."
"Why the fuck would we do that? We're going to escape from this shit hole, and have you sent to a psyche ward!" Switzerland shouted at the ceiling, though they still couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. There was no response for about a second, before a loud, obnoxious laugh poured through the room.
"W-what do you think you're doing here? Of course you're going to be my slave!" The voice rasped out. It was a very funny question. The captor seemed to be having a hard time breathing, seeing as he was laughing too hard.
"England, be a dear, and please slap little Switzy for me!" England froze. The siblings looked to England. He had this blank look on his face. There was nothing in his eyes; the green orbs had absolutely no depth or emotion. It was like he was somewhere else.
"DO IT! YOU HEARD ME, SLAVE." The laughing ceased. England stood up. He walked over to Switzerland with robotic, inhuman movements. Switzerland looked to England. Surely he wasn't actually complying, was he?
A hard backhand made contact with Switzerland's cheek.
"AGAIN!" Again, the hand sped across Switzerland's face. It left a red mark where England's fingers had punished.
"What are you doing, England!" Switzerland barked. The slaps hurt, but they were nothing compared to the aching of his limbs before his sleep.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!" The voice was practically squealing in joy now. It seemed to be enthralled with the prospect of causing pain. England fell to the floor. He was moaning.
"No. no. no. no. PLEASE DON'T!" England was freely twitching now. He didn't seem to be logically thinking, seeing as he was shouting at nothing. He was seeing something else. An illusion? "Please stop it! AMERICA! STOP HURTING HIM!"
The laughing started again. Hearing the laughing and England's hysteria made shivers crawl up Switzerland's spine. It seemed every time they heard that fucked-up laugh, someone was suffering. England had stopped screaming, but he was now bludgering the ground with his bare fist. He seemed so terrified.
"I've got to get out, I've got to save him!" England ran to the nearest wall and started clawing at it. His blunt nails didn't leave a single scratch on the plain white wall. His eyes darted around the room, looking for some type of escape. Any kind of escape.
"Bruder, can you please let go of me? You're squeezing me too tight…" Lily eased herself out of Switzerland's arms, which he had unknowingly tightened. She delicately padded over to England, who had collapsed at that point. Switzerland reached out to stop her; as England was possibly very dangerous, but stopped, seeing the determination in Lily's eyes. Lily gently stroked England's face. Running her pale fingers through his hair, she began to hum a little tune. England began to relax, his muscles slowly unconstricting. Good thing too, considering Switzerland was thinking of bringing him back to sense with a slap of his own. England's eyes opened, and he looked up to Lily. He stared at her for a moment before seeming to understand the situation.
"Excuse my behavior. That was something an English gentleman should never do…I just saw something…I guess that can't be true…" England stood up and looked Switzerland in the eye.
"I deeply apologize for attacking you…I don't know what came over me." His breathing was returning to normal, but his pupils were still massive.
"It's fine…you weren't yourself…but why? What were you seeing?" Switzerland just wanted to know what was going on at this point. England paused, then let out a long sigh. His cheeks tinted pink, quickly turning to a dark shade of red. He seemed embarrassed by his own actions.
"Something bad." Switzerland felt a tinge of irritation. How could he fix it if England was too much of a wimp to spit it out? Lily grabbed Switzerland's hand. He got the message. Back off. Lily would keep him in check with all that emotional crap he didn't understand, and he was grateful for that. Lily was always the type to know when people were suffering, not him. He never had a clue when someone was suffering.
"Like I said earlier, before I was so rudely interrupted, you are going to be my slaves." Everyone held their tongues, attempting to avoid another incident.
"What do we have to do?" England clenched his jaw tightly, hoping for something less terrible than what he was thinking. If they'd really done what he'd seen in the vision…No. He wasn't going to let himself think about that again. It really would just be better to put the incident out of his mind. Forever.
Oh wow. This took FOREVER to write. I really got stuck toward the end.
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the Queen of Cookies
I really want to make this dedication page bigger. ;.; I guess I have to earn it, really. Oh well. Review, favorite, ect. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
