So uhm, I'm alive. *hides from incoming bricks*


Feliciano woke slowly. At first, he was dimly aware of the musical chatter of raindrops pattering down on the roof of a house. He could feel a warm, fluffy blanket tucked to his chest, and a dull grey light began attempting to filter through his eyelids. He peeled open his eyes with a groan. He was aware of a dull stinging in his arms and legs, and the sore ache of pressure being applied to his back as he lay on a couch. As his blurred vision cleared, he saw that there were bandaids stuck to his wrists, and as he shakily raised a hand to his cheek, he felt a few on his face as well. He almost laughed. Band Aids, and remarkably colorful ones at that, for the most part. They wouldn't cover the wounds on his abdomen and legs very well, but it was better than nothing. They had also stopped bleeding.

"Are you awake?" He tilted his head to the side to see the dark haired young man who had pulled him inside earlier. He had calm, dark eyes and black-brown eyes. He looked nice, tired and well worked.
Feliciano glanced at him for a moment, blinking silently.
"I'll take that as yes then." He smiled a best as he could. "Josie!"
"Coming!" A woman replied. Feliciano winced at the slightly loud noise, but still glanced up to see a blonde, cheery woman enter the room. The first thing he noticed about her was that she was pregnant, most likely within her mid terms, but her happy attitude never seemed to have faltered."Is he all right?" She asked, brushing a few stray hairs from her face, strands that had fallen from a messy bun.

"Why don'cha ask him yourself?" The man glanced up with a smile, gesturing to Feli with an open hand.
As the man stood, the woman -Josie- took his place, seating herself on what appeared to be an old coffee table.
"I'll get some water."
Josie glanced up for a moment with a response of "Okay", before glancing back down at him.
"Hey there. You okay?"
Feliciano blinked. She was young… Very young, nineteen at the youngest. She wore a long sleeved maroon shirt, and some sweats. They obviously hadn't been expecting company. Her hands were a little dirty too. Like clay or mud had dried there and wouldn't bother moving for a while. With another slow hand to his face, Feliciano realised he was pretty much clean. His face reddened a bit at the prospect, but he shook it away. He nodded softly, opening his mouth to respond 'yes', but all that came out was a soft croak.

"Hey, it's alright. Don't try to talk for now, m'kay?"
Feliciano nodded again.
"Here." The man returned with a glass in hand. It looked like a handmidown, colored and not very appealing to the eye, but still at home in the hodgepodge abode.
Feliciano took the glass with a shaking hand, and the couple stared on as he began to sip it. In all honesty, Feliciano found it unnerving that they started, but he knew they were worried. The water was gone within moments, and by the time he finished he realized he had been parched.
"I'm Eric, uh, this is Josie. You gave us a scare."

The woman chuckled a bit.
"We called the police. They'll be here in an hour or two… We live far out."
Feliciano simply nodded along in acknowledgement for a while. His brain was still muddled some from earlier.
"-Did something attack you?

Feliciano paused, trying to recall what had happened. Luciano… Ludwig, Gilbert, Arthur, Matthew, Alfred… Luciano was chasing him. Chasing him through those woods like a vicious pack animal. The room… The door slamming shut, dragging his feet across a cracked wooden floor… Screaming in fear, pleading, watching as Ludwig fought to help him.

It all came flooding back.
He paused for a moment, feeling tears gather in his eyes.
"Y-yes." His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in years. "H-he… Chased me. L-like I-a was j-just…" Feliciano found himself faltering, attempting to pull himself up a little bit.

"Don't move." Eric gently pushed him back down. "Just tell us what happened."
Feliciano paused.
"All of it?..."
"That would help, yeah." Josie leant forward, and Eric seemed to settle. They really were concerned.
I was home, Ludwig was asleep and…" Feliciano paused, pondering his way through fuzzy recollections. " I answered the door and-and he just grabbed me. I-I couldn't do anything, he wouldn't stop… He wouldn't stop, I told him to stop…" Feliciano found himself gripping the sides of his head, fighting tears. "Oh Dio, he-a wouldn't stop, my legs, my hands… Everything… Dio…"

He whimpered softly, raising his hands to his face and leaving the cup to sit on his stomach awkwardly. He shook, taking a heavy breathing an attempt to calm himself. How could he be calm though? How could he be calm after that?... He stiffened slightly as he heard someone sigh, Eric perhaps, and the woman extended and hand to comfort him.

"It's alright... I'm sorry..." She said quietly. As he glanced up slightly, he saw both of them had concerned, worried looks in their eyes. Like they had the slightest idea of what had happened, and it scared them. Honestly, he understood that they would be afraid. He could attest to it, and that made him shiver again.

"...I-it's not-a your fault..." He mumbled half heartedly, staring at the glass shakily. His mind slowly drifted to Ludwig, and he could practically feel his face fall with his stomach. He sat up, his eyes widening. "L-Ludwig! Ludwig's still there, he-a-"

"Woah, woah, woah. It's alright, the police will be here soon. You need to rest." Eric assured, pushing him back down. Feli instantly grew Geary eyed, curling up into a little ball on one side of the couch out of instinct. "Th-that isn't soon enough!..." He whimpered shakily. Eric sat back and glanced at Josie with worried expression.

Feli knew it. It wasn't soon enough to him, for all he knew, Ludwig could be being tortured for helping him escape.


Ludwig stared up at the sky for a while. It was stiff and cold to him, though nothing short of a miracle. Sure, he was covered in dirt. Sure, he was in a ditch. Sure, all they would have to do was start burying him and he couldn't get out; but he was relieve for one reason, and one reason alone.

As far as he was concerned, Feliciano was safe.

Cold blue eyes drifted to the figure who had been standing at the edge of the ditch, darkened by the little light from the clouds. Luciano looked grim, upset and almost dejected that his prey had escaped. He had a knife in hand, his boots muddied. He wore that ragged black shirt, his baggy pants knees torn. He looked angry. Very angry.

He grimaced slightly, narrowing his eyes at the Italian a he saw him tighten his grip on the knife.

"Idiota..." The second player muttered shallowly, his voice heavy. "You let my rabbit escape."

Ludwig didn't say a thing. He knew speaking would only make whatdver punishment Luciano planned on delivering worse. He really wanted to to Luciano that Feliciano was not his, not his property, and definitely not his 'rabbit'. He despised how Lucisno treated Feli like a disobedient bitch, and he was just happy Feli was away now. Now, he was more concerned for his brother and the others.

He instinctively turned his head as he heard the wooden door to the porch swing open in shut in a thin manner. Footsteps drifted down the steps, and there was a heavy dragging sound. Ludwig attempted to sit up slightly as he heard that, feeling his brow furrow in concern.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. Matthew's second player stood there, gripping his brother by the hair in an awkward sitting position. His reddish Amber eyes were wide, his white hair and pale completion looking sickly and dirtied. He looked absolutely dead terrified as a knife held to his throat. The second player squatted down with a small grin, holding the knife there.

"So he let yours escape, huh Luci? Maybe you should have been watching them."

"Shut up bastardo." Luci hissed, glancing over. He looked at Ludwig again, who was now wide eyed as he stared up at his brother. "Where did the rabbit go?"

What kind of question was that? He didn't know, and obviously not.

"...I don't know..." He said quietly, keeping his concerned stare on Gilbert. Gil remained silent, his teeth gritted as his eyes darted back and forth between the blade and Ludwig.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Luciano hissed.

"I don't." He repeated. "He ran to get away from you, as I told him. I don't know where he went."

He went quiet as Luciano glanced over at Gil, before looking down at the knife with a smirk. The albino seemed to catch on quickly, shifting away uncomfortably; only to be stopped by the grip on his hair. He suddenly let out a shout as the knife was buried in his shoulder.

"No!" Ludwig exclaimed, his eyes widening fearfully as Gil was shoved down into the pit beside him.

"Alex!" Luciano shouted, staring down at the two. Gil was curled up fearfully, clearly in pain from the knife buried deep in his shoulder. Yet another joined the three standing above them. He was incredibly tan, with dark hair. He looked a lot like Alfred.

"Yeah?" He asked in an annoyed fashion. "Whadya want?"

"Mattie and I or going to that little house with the couple down the road. I have a feeling they'll know where he is." The Canadian second player stood and walked way as Luciano said that. The Italian glanced down. "You'd better pray to every god you've every believed in he's not there. Escape has a large payment!~..." And with that, Luci stalked off, leaving Alex to stand guard over them.

Ludwig swallowed, looking down at Gilbert, who looked half conscious. He really did hope.