Shinigami-cat: I'm so sorry this is taking so freaking long to write! This is just one of those stories that's a little difficult to write but is better when you get into it… Once again so sorry for the late update… I OWN NOTHING!

Food

It was eerily quiet in the residential area. A lesser man could have gone crazy at the lack of noise, but then again most men hadn't lived through countless wars like the two men walking down the street.

Ever since they had stepped foot outside the church Ludwig had done his best to keep his mind sharp and clear of distracting thoughts. This place was dangerous and they could get ambushed at any moment. It was at this time that Francis chose to break the silence.

"Quite scary isn't it? To think that any second a creature could try and attack us." He mused out loud to himself.

"We need to keep quiet." Said Ludwig. He didn't feel like being murdered for the amusement of the witches.

Francis shrugged a little. "I know… But before, that description of the Gassers… I just reminded me of-"

"The Holocaust." Muttered the German with a hint of venom in his voice. "As much as I'd hate to admit it, I thought so too… It's like those witches pulled the image right out of my mind."

"Maybe they did." Said France. "Who knows how long they have been here, pulling people into this nightmare… I know everything looks modern in a sense, but it's just… I don't know."

Ludwig nodded in understanding. "Ja, almost seems like one of America's horror games with all the monsters… but it also seems like one of Japan's games with the sudden lack of monsters."

Francis chuckled. "What an odd way to put it, but I see your point. It's like we're living in a horror survival game."

"And just like a horror survival game there's going to be a crappy, ironic and twisted ending." Said Ludwig sarcastically. He personally didn't like America's or Japan's horror games. America's ones were too heavy on weapons and monsters and Japan's ones didn't seem to have enough of either and instead concentrated on the psychological torment of being in a life or death situation. Though he couldn't really say the horror games in his country were much better, they usually contained ridiculously large amounts of gore.

He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about games. This was real life, and in real life there were no second chances, sure they were countries and could get hurt and even die, it was only for a short amount of time, a month at the most. But the way those witches talked, it was as if they knew there was no coming back when they died.

"We need to find food." He muttered coldly. "That's all that matters now. We can't afford to think about stupid things like games."

Francis shrugged and looked down at his weapon, a buck knife. "Should have borrowed someone else's… I can only attack if they're close."

"Are you bad at hand to hand combat?" Asked Ludwig in concern. He and France were never really close as friends or anything close, but they had to stick together if they wanted to survive in this place.

"I'm okay." Said France a little too casually. "I mean, I'm no Navy Seal, but I can put up a fight when I have to. I'm not just a pretty face."

Ludwig rolled his eyes. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw a cloud of green gas starting to rise behind a hedge. 'Shit. A Gasser.' He stopped walking, gestured to Francis to keep quiet and pointed over towards the cloud.

Francis looked over at the cloud, then back to Ludwig, as if asking him what to do. Ludwig just raised his hand gun, waiting to see the creature emerge. After a few seconds the creature crawled out and Ludwig shot it. There was a sickening crack as the Gasser's head hit the ground.

When it was dead Ludwig grabbed Francis by the arm and started to pull him down the street, closer to the houses. "More of them will be coming soon."

Sure enough more of the disgusting, corpse-like creatures started to emerge from their hiding places, dragging themselves towards the duo. "… You don't have enough ammo to kill them all do you?" Asked Francis nervously.

Ludwig shook his head. "No… but I have an idea, go into a house and try for find some matches or something. They aren't too fast so they won't catch up for a while."

Francis rolled his eyes and took a lighter out of his pocket. Ludwig gave the Frenchman a questioning look, but said Frenchman brushed it off. "Never know when a pretty young thing might need a lighter."

Ludwig rolled his eyes and took the lighter from Francis. "Does this have any sentimental value?" Francis shook his head. "Good." He lit it and threw it at the Gassers. There was a huge explosion as the gas emitted from the creature's mouths caught fire and exploded.

"… How did you know that would work?" Asked Francis.

Ludwig shrugged. "I didn't. I just guessed."

"Good guess… Kind of dumb how they breathe flammable gas."

"I suppose… Let's just go into a house and find food."

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After a few minutes they had picked a house that looked relatively normal and went inside. There were no photos hanging on the walls. No books on the shelves. Nothing to show that there was once a human inhabiting the building, that is, except for what was in the kitchen. The cupboards were killed with cereals, nuts and other foods that wouldn't spoil quickly and there were cheeses and some meats that could be easily dried.

"We need to find something to carry this all." Said Francis.

Ludwig nodded and gave Francis his gun. "Give me your knife. You'll be safer with a gun."

Francis handed Ludwig his knife and took the gun. "Okay, but what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to look for some back packs." Said Ludwig calmly. With the knife in hand he walked up to the second floor of the house. Up here was a contrast to the emptiness of all downstairs. It had an odd vibe behind it all. Way more happy then downstairs or anywhere else than on the island for that matter. It worried him.

He looked into a few rooms, looking for a bag or something, the first room had little to nothing in it but the second room was quite surprising. It was covered in pink, frilly things. It was like he had stepped into a little girl's bedroom, and the thing was it was probably true.

The only thing seemingly out of place in the small room was a black backpack. Ludwig walked over to it and opened it. There was nothing inside it apart from some empty lolly wrappers. With any lock they might be able to find another similar backpack in the house. So he picked it up and turned to leave the room, accidently knocked a book off the bedside table in the process.

Ludwig frowned a little as he picked the diary off the floor. It was crudely written, probably by a child. He was about to put it down when he noticed something disturbing drawn in the corner of the open page. It was a bloody severed head of a female with an arrow pointing to it labelled, me. Curiosity got the better of him and he started to read over the words in on the open page.

I… I can't take it anymore. My wounds aren't closing up anymore. Even if I try to kill myself I can't die a painless death. I don't want to die, I honestly don't… But it doesn't seem to matter to them.

I've done nothing but love them since I was born. Yet they still hurt me. I'm constantly smothered by those smells that make my eyes itch and my lungs ach. They cut me, but I don't think they know about that, but they're small like paper cuts so I say nothing. My nails are starting to fall out. It hurts to write.

I don't know what I did to deserve this. Am I a bad girl?

I just want a friend. I want someone to understand me and what I'm going through. I want them to help me make the people that hurt me pay for what they did to me. Even as I'm writing I can feel fluid filling my lungs again. Do they like seeing me in pain?

Until this pain ends I'll be stuck in this painful nightmare… I want to drag someone else into my nightmare. As many people as possible. They need, no, must feel my pain. Even if they wake up from their nightmare and remember me and try to repair me it's all pointless. Repair, destroy, repair, destroy, to the point where even you forget its original shape.

What colour were my eyes? Green, blue, brown, black, red, purple, amber? I can't remember. It's almost impossible to see and write anymore. What colour was my skin? White, tan, black, olive? It's impossible to tell anymore. My skin feasters under white bandages and bruise purple. What colour was my hair? Brown, blond, black, red? It's falling out in clumps. I can't even remember if it was short or long. I can't even speak. Talking hurt so much that my vocal cords snapped, like elastic bands. I can only make these strained growling, gasping noises now.

I don't even know if anyone can read this, but it helps me to vent here. I feel less angry at my situation this way, but I still hate the people that did this to me. Everything that's happened to me, this never ending nightmare must be shared by others.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

Ludwig frowned. Whoever this girl was she must have been very sick. 'I wonder what happened to her.' He thought. 'Did she come to this island and get killed or was this book here before this island became like this?' He was about to put the book down and leave when he saw the drawing on the back of the book.

It was a crude drawing of three girls; the girl on the right was in a white dress and had rabbit ears, the girl of the left was in a black dress and had cat ears, finally the girl in the middle was in a red dress with bandages all over her body. Was it possible that the sick girl was connected to Lapin and Neko? He would have to examine the book further. But not here. He put the diary into his pocket and went to find Francis.

But as soon as he stepped out into the hall he heard the sound of children's footsteps, getting closer and closer. Ludwig stepped back into the room and quickly jumped into the wardrobe. He wasn't sure what was there, but he didn't really feel like taking them down with a knife.

The bedroom door opened up and Lapin walked into the room followed by Neko. "You're a fucking idiot." Said Neko.

"I know! I know!" Whined Lapin as she started looking around the place. "Just help me find it!"

Neko laughed. "Help you find the diary? You're the idiot that lost it! Are you sure you left it here and not the hospital or the school?"

Ludwig gulped a little and put his hand into his pocket, tapping the spin of the diary. 'This must be important to them. Why else would they be looking for it?'

Lapin made a small whining noise as she looked under the bed. "I don't know! Don't you have an Spaniard and an Italian to murder?"

"I'll do that later." Said Neko with a grin. "Seeing you screw up is much more fun… Besides I already made Spain think Romano stabbed him repeatedly in the eye with the scissors. A classic death. One of my top ten."

Lapin rolled her eyes. "I don't see how someone getting murdered by a friend or a loved one can be amusing… At least when it comes to a monster there can be some self-sacrifice involved and dying a noble death. Better to go down fighting, as they say."

Neko pouted. "But no one ever suspects a loved one to kill them you genius. Death by loved one is scarier and scars the mind because it's so unexpected. That's why I love it so."

"You're weird." Said Lapin. She looked around the room again and sighed sadly. "I guess we could check the hospital basement again… Or the school…"

"That's the spirit." Said Neko with a smug grin. "And if you fuck up, give The Beast your arm to eat… What's the time?"

"Time for you to do your job." Snapped Lapin. "If you think I'm bad at my job why isn't at least one of those two at the boat house dead yet? Answer me that!"

"Give me a minute or two." Said Neko with a lazy grin. "Just need to lull them into a false sense of security then… Bam! One by one they bite the dust! Kick the bucket and begin to rust! Give up the ghost when their number's up, they all fall down! Ashes to ashes, bones to paste. They'll wither away in their resting place! Eternity in a wooden case! They all fall down!"

"… Why did I introduce you to the wonders of YouTube and iTunes again?" Asked Lapin to herself.

"To stop me from stealing your collection of eyeballs and using them as squirrel bait." Said Neko knowingly. "Now I max out the internet in a matter of days." She grabbed Lapin's arm and dragged her out of the room. "Let's go! I need you help making a couple of Axemen."

Lapin reluctantly sighed and followed her sister out of the room. "Sure you don't want a cute little Doll instead?"

That was the last thing Ludwig heard as the two exited the room. A shudder ran through his body from the chilling conversation he had heard. They were going to kill Antonio and Lovino. 'Shit.'

He got out of the wardrobe and walked down the stairs again, on the last step he looked back up only to be met with the blazing eyes of Lapin. She smiled sweetly, as if she had read his thoughts. "There's no point in trying to save them. Every last one of you is going to die a horrible and painful death."

Ludwig looked at the girl and growled. "Then why not just kill us all on sight instead of this stupid game? It seems a little pointless to gather so many people then just kill them off one by one."

"It's more fun that way." Said Lapin happily. "Now go on, France is waiting for you to get back to him." With that the little witch spun around in a circle and vanished into thin air.

Ludwig frowned and returned back to the kitchen where Francis was. He had found some plastic bags and had put a lot of the lighter foods in them. "What took you so long?" He asked.

Ludwig shook his head and walked over to the fridge, ready to put meat into it. "Nothing… But I found a diary written by a little girl. She talked about being in constant pain and wanting to have others to feel her pain… There was also a drawing of the two witches and the little girl on the back of the diary. I'll show you when we get back to the church."

Francis nodded. "Okay. Here's your gun." He handed the gun to Ludwig and in turn Ludwig gave him back the knife.

"We need to get to Antonio and Lovino as soon as possible." He muttered.

"Why?"

"The witches are going to murder them."

TBC

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