Make-shift covers laid in Prussia's lap.
His eyes drifting with the heat in the truck at a cozy high.
Rainy as usual.
Murky and huffed winds sent a wave down Gil's spine.
It's been 2 days and not a nudge of rest...
No sight of Russia has surfaced either.
Heavy coughs and chest pains.
Delusions and aliments blurred his judgment.
Opening up the glove box dropped a few items.
Napkins.
Pen.
Manual.
Packets of Ketchup and Mustard.
And a few pictures.
His hand raked for the napkins and pen.
Scribbling on the rough paper,
The pen dabbled to life.
Harsh edges crinkled as the tired man began to draw.
This was a habit of his when he under pressure.
On.
Off.
His mind was blurring.
"Give up?"
Shaking back up,
Prussia straighten up in his seat.
Nightmares.
That's all that ever greets him now.
And it was a pain to ignore the needs of rest,
When the world will still be awake and unexpecting.
Chills of water wiped by windshield blades etched on,
It was getting to the point where Gilbert was starting to space off.
Black flurries of shapeless figures crept in the sides of his eyes.
After him.
Turning to their direction,
Poof.
Gone.
But the presence still there,
Like he was being cornered at this rest stop.
These shadows growing in the drops of water,
The spaces in the grains of colors.
Leaning forward in a slouch,
His arm tired from the sketching as his neck loosely rolled.
Weak.
Struggle.
Let go.
CLINK.
The pen dropped along with the clammy hand.
Slumber would be the untitled winner in the unenviable end...
He had lost once again.
Spoons and bowls hung heavy in open sinks.
Specks of forgotten nourishments glisten,
Mumbles and enlighten laughter grazed ears.
Small sighs every now and again...
How temporal in thought,
Swoon and flown.
Brief.
Light yet formal.
Lunch glued in a fancy adorn...
Clutter.
Wondering in the hallways in this wholesome building,
Ghost felt of the walls.
Grains and fade-backs.
Lost in thought painted with a hinted half grin.
Peaceful.
Tracing the history within the floral wallpaper,
The blonde's quiet steps echoed in the wood flooring.
Cold.
Small throw aways dished in repeat.
Useless troubles and lack of regrets.
Carefree bliss hummed with half-lidded eyes.
He was safe here.
Heart-felt and even though he was here for a little while,
They never meant harm.
A first of many things that accrued in this place.
Steady eyes stirred in a fixed gaze as he hauled.
What is that?
That beat...
Following the sound,
The darker he seemed to have gotten.
Not the slightest did Ghost fear it.
But embraced for it's qualities to remain out of sight...
And out of mind.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
In the last door down the dark hall,
The blonde stood at the door,
Scanning the light that shown from under it.
Faint that light was...
Bathwater of feigned,
Shock waves and ripples.
Simple yet possessed.
Welcoming.
Haunted.
Stepping lightly into the room's fixtures.
Ghost quieted his steps.
Whispers.
Little pins and needles traced on Mattie's face as he opened his dark circled spheres.
He was still here in this white place.
Between the nothingness and reality,
Matthew leaned back to the wall that supported his sore back,
Cold.
Idled silence.
Stuck.
Out of Control.
Them words didn't add up clearly.
Pulling himself up,
Matt walked with the wall as his guide.
Trudging.
Quietly unraveling.
Solid foundations pulled from held up walls.
Nothing was making any sense.
Everything is turned around.
Blurred.
Burning.
Ash charring in Matthew's nose.
Flutters.
Vision shook.
Weak knees.
A collapsed shoulder.
Impulsive.
Mattie had to stop again.
Lost and separate.
Unfelt toll sensed in ache.
The more he tried to walk,
More hate ate at him.
Running away...
He couldn't.
What was that he was running away from?
His feeling in his legs intensified.
Numb.
I can't run away from this.
CRACK.
In one quick motion,
One of Mattie's legs snapped under him.
Ghost's chest tightened as he choked on his breath.
"Oh no...!"
A scream coiled his throat.
"Aww, what do we have here...?"
Stiff joints shivered as Matthew's breath shorted.
That voice...
Crawling as fast as he could,
A snarl of laughter ensued.
Pairs of rushing foot steps raced.
"Ghost!"
"Oh poor little Mattie, got himself in some trouble."
"GAHH!"
Matt's air kicked out of him as he felt a shove to his stomach and ribs.
"What's the matter, coward?"
A pull from the back of the shirt and shifted weight on his throat.
"Do you honestly think you could run away from all of this?"
"Please- let me go!"
"Nah, you haven't gotten what you deserved."
Mattie's hands traveled the edges of his collar,
He knew this shiver down his back told him who this was...
Owen.
Clutching his throat,
Ghost fell on his knees.
Stressing for breath.
A ping in his side and he struggled.
"Get the inhaler!"
Elizabeta held on to the teen's side as she waited for Roderich to return back.
Rough shoves and hits,
Bounced forcefully.
A strained gasp.
Glitched.
"Do you honestly think I'd let you go unharmed!"
Dragged.
Mauled.
Matt weakly shielded himself,
"W-why are you d-doing this?"
Grabbing Matthew's throat,
Owen shoved him to the wall.
"Don't play dumb with me!"
"Gah!" Matthew grabbed at Owen's hands.
"How could do this to us?"
Owen slammed his fist at Matt's cheek.
Hesitancy hitched in Owen breath.
Rugged and uneasy as his grip tightened on Mattie's neck.
"Your such a fucking disappointment... to bring a child to take the shit that you couldn't do!"
Matt's face gushed in red as he tried to pull from the alter's grip.
"I-if that's w-hat! Y-you think, then you are w-w-rong!" The weak blonde choked out.
Owen twisted his jaw and pulled Matthew higher up the wall.
"Your not going to make it out of here... I'm make sure of that." Owen breathed as he gave all he had in strength.
"STOP!"
Racked shivers rung in Matthew's ears and back,
He lacked the will to fight back.
Then he dropped from Owen's grip and to the floor.
"Mattie!"
Innocence's smaller hands surfaced on the back of Matt's head,
Pulling the neck into a hug as Owen shook in shock at Innocence's choice.
"Don't you hurt him!" The boy yelled.
Quiet little tidbits ate at Owen.
Anger.
Pity.
"HE DID THIS TO YOU!"
Innocence's little body jolted in distress.
"I-I know, but not like this; Your no better then they were!"
Conflicted.
"Don't you get it? Fighting will never fix anything!" Innocence glared glassy-eyed at the other alter.
Irregular breathes sharped as Innocence held on to Matt's lolled head.
Strings of coughs hung in branched ears.
Turning his attention back at the other alter's direction,
Owen had left without a trace of Innocence's white space.
"I'm sorry, Owen..."
Open door chills woke Gil's slumber with an unsightly bump of his noggin.
"Ugh... shit."
Slamming the door shut,
Gilbert huddled from the sting of that chilly weather.
Rubbing his temples,
He looked out at where he was.
Night.
Snow.
It was lucky he came back to his car.
Sleepwalking was evident.
No telling what he's capable of if he's in that state of mind.
He relaxed when he noticed he was still at the rest stop.
How long was he out for?
Looking at his pocket watch,
Roughfully 2am.
"Damnit..."
Pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Headaches are the worst."
Buckling up his seat-belt,
Prussia tried to crank up the truck.
It wouldn't start.
"Come on...!"
Another cough,
But never a firm start.
"Bumsen!"
The battery was out.
