IWarning: Language, Theme, Bad stuff, Lots of dialog...
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A/N: I would like to tell you all that Americana Fairytale, My Insanity My Wonderland and all stories that aren't RP will be going on Hiatus for awhile due to an insult that spiraled me into depression. I got a message from a reader that made me cry, but please don't worry about anything being discontinued! thank you all!
A/N2:Thank you all for supporting me! You are all awesome!
It was so loud in the large dining room in the colorful palace with checkered board floor, the Golden Sun and the Sapphire Moon both danced their rays together into the many large windows of the dinning hall. The small shadows danced lightly against the corners of the walls and the rays that tried to fight it back. The loud room, filled with the many people of its odd world, kept growing in the volume amount from their strained throats. The people were just yelled for awhile, that was before a weapon was pulled; and then it went crazy for the two watching them all.
Ivan had Katyusha pinned to the wall as he punched her in the gut while Natalia kicked him, Francis had Gilbert bleeding on the ground, Ludwig was having a stand off with Feliciano and his gun, Kiku and Yao were in a fight about something. Toris and Eduard were in a violent brawl, Lovino was kicking Peter because he stole one of Lovino's scarves, Mei was bashing Elizabeta's head into the tile floor, Antonio was being straggled by Felix, Berwald was on the floor crying about 'the voices', Matthias and Tino were pulling each other's hair, and everyone else seemed to be fighting like wild animals in hysteria. Even the King was in a fight with Matthew, both swinging sport items as weapons.
It seemed to be in no one's mind what their queen was doing or thinking, that was until they heard a loud squeal coming from Alfred. They seemed to freeze and turn their heads, seeing Arthur and Alfred in a pretend fight. It was more of a grope and tickle fight between the two, only once did one of them pulled the other's hair while in their frantic game. Alfred, who was standing on the arm rest of his chair, began to lean closer to the edge of the small wooden rail.
Both of the childish males laughing as they played, the whole court looking at them as they touched each other with light touches. Everyone seemed to stop when they noticed how happy their queen was, not showing the hurt that they saw in the shadow.
Arthur smiled and moved backwards, ready to catch Alfred and hold him close; but fate refused to allow them to be happy. Alfred slipped and Arthur could not catch Alfred, causing the boy to fall to the cold tile floor or the large dining room.
It was as is it was in slow motion, everyone seeing Alfred fall to the shadows…
Slowly…
It was horrible, it was silent, it was like the end for them…
The King rushed over to Alfred's fallen body, only to freeze when he saw Alfred shivering like a leaf in the wind. The King and Arthur dropped to their knees, both grabbing Alfred's shoulders and pulling his up; and they were not happy with what they saw. Instantly, before anyone else could see what cause the king and Arthur saw, Alfred covered his eyes with his hands so no one could look at him.
Arthur moved his hand near Alfred's face, trying to cup it and pull it towards the light so he could make eye contact with the poor child. Sadly, he was met it a horrible sight of the child's eyes stabbed with thin foot long needles. They were a metallic black, shining like dried tar or volcanic rocks that were smoothed away. He was quickly taken breathless by the sight, seeing an innocent child struck in the eyes. It was clear that the needles were longer than what was sticking out, and this caused them to believe it was hitting their's queen's skull.
"Relax, Alfred, we need to pull them out," the King said, grabbing Alfred by his hair and pulling his head back so Alfred's face faced the large windows. A mixture of tears and blood streamed down Alfred's face, his body starting to go into shock as he was starting to rejecter the pain he was truly in. The Kind began to stroke Alfred's hair out of his face, slightly nervous about removing the needles in fear of hurting the queen even more.
The King placed a finger tip on the end of the needle, slightly pushing down on it and causing Alfred to release a loud cry. The King moved away not wanting to be the one who harmed the queen's eyes to the point where the young boy could no longer see, nor wished to see. He recoiled slightly, moving away and starting to show a cold nature to the child. Even in their odd and demented world, the mad people were shocked at the King's retreating care for their Queen.
Arthur took no time in jumping into place of the King, pulling Alfred close and signaling to the others to leave so he could help their queen. He began to slowly rub Alfred's hands, wanting to calm down the crying lad as soon as he could. Alfred seemed to know it was Arthur who was touching him, feeling the soft skin of the pale brit and the sweet smell of icing and cake on his clothes.
"Love, I want you to relax… think of something that will help you… maybe something that makes you happy…" Arthur cooed, cradling Alfred close to his body; and careful of the needles. He heard Alfred whimper before he grabbed both needles and pulled both of them out as fast as he could. He knew he should have numbed Alfred's face before he did such a thing, but he feared that the Nightmare may have found away to penetrate Alfred through the needles.
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Alfred's eyes fluttered open as he felt a warm wave wash over his spoiled body, something was smelling sweets and well brewed tea and cider. Alfred moved from the hard, cold, iron bed that he had been resting on; and he soon realized that his legs were tied to the bed. He sighed and began to undo the many leather straps and belts that usually kept him tied down during medical 'operations'. When panicking he usually could not un-strap himself, but it also seemed like someone had already loosened the straps.
Alfred began to limp to the door, grabbing the knob and twisting it slowly. He was shocked to find the room unlocked, and even more shocked to find no trap or guard awaiting him in the dim light. Alfred took a deep breath before he began to limp out, his ankle aching from his last treatment to try and cure his 'soft foot syndrome'. Dr. Ellis had told Alfred that his food was so soft that he was going to fall and break them under his obese weight. When in reality, Alfred was almost thirty pounds under weight.
Alfred limped down the hall, slowly following the warm and sweet smell that was coming from Dr. Ellis' parlor. He was slightly hopeful. But he had no clue what he could have been hopeful for. England had not contacted in in three weeks, his ankles felt broken, and his body was aching from bruises and gashes all along in skin. The warmth of the fire slowly coming closer and closer as Alfred moved towards the living room.
Alfred could not hide his steps, the squeaking from the boards and his bare feet echoed through the house. He peaked into the living room, seeing a tree with small bells and cookies and candles handing from it. On the top of the tree was one of the dolls Alfred made during a physiology exercise that involved his undying anger for his older brother, Canada.
"You're awake, Alfred, and you even got up all on your own… impressive," Dr. Ellis' voice came from the chair sitting in front of the fireplace. Alfred gulped and took a step back, wondering if he had done something to anger the doctor.
"Don't leave, my dear, it's Christmas and I have presents for you," Dr. Ellis purred, picking up a tea cup off a tray of tea and cookies. Alfred then took two steps forward, seeing Dr. Ellis was not lying about presents. On the floor next to the tree sat four boxes , all of them small and well wrapped.
"All of them?…. From you?…. For me?" Alfred asked, scanning the doctor before taking a few steps closer to the tree. He did not touch the gifts, only looking at the shapes to try and figure out what they could possibly be.
"Well… Two are from me to you, one is from you to me," Dr. Ellis said, watching Alfred move around so softly and cautious.
"And the other one?" Alfred asked, pointing to a small gift that had no name on it. There was a small tag, but Alfred was too scared to touch anything out of fear of the Doctor.
"Read the attachment, Alfred, you are not blind nor dumb," Dr. Ellis said, watching as Alfred moved the small parchment to see if there was a name written on it. The doctor already knew who gifted this to Alfred, but he let Alfred figure it out on his own.
"England? It's from England!" Alfred cheered, going to opened before he turned his head to the doctor to see if it was okay for him to open the gift. Dr. Ellis nodded and this seemed to make Alfred's eyes glow and sparkle with a new joy. He quickly opened and ripped the paper away, seeing the soft object that was inside.
Dr. Ellis watched as Alfred pulled out a plush rabbit, one sown from red velvet fabric and stuffed. It had a long blue coat on its body, large green button eyes, and two large red ears. It was an adorable gift, and Dr. Ellis decided to allow to let the child to keep it. It was worth it, seeing Alfred acting like a child and smiling like he was truly innocent and had no worries.
But he should be wary of every thing that could dare touch his fertile flesh, his mind ripe for the harvest of the demons who want to devour him whole. He should not be so relaxed, not when across the stone road was a church. A church who would burn him at the stake for being such a demon magnet… A loose and used harlot, given birth by the demons of the damned land of Europe and the free Natives from the dark forest.
"Don't be rude, Alfred, give me my gift before you dare open another one of yours," Dr. Ellis chuckled, seeing Alfred flinch and nod. He placed the rabbit on his head and picked up the small box that was for Dr. Ellis. Alfred had no clue what was inside, but that did not stop him from obeying the man and handing him his present.
Dr. Ellis opened the small box and smiled at gift he bought himself, which made Alfred curious. Dr. Ellis tilted the box to show Alfred a nice teacup, one with beautiful blue floral designs covering the porcelains cup. Dr. Ellis placed his box down and looked down at Alfred with a twisted smile, one that made Alfred shiver.
"Go ahead, open the rest," Dr. Ellis said, picking up the fireplace's poker and shifting some wood around. He left it in the blaze to turn and watch Alfred open a gift that he picked out.
He smirked when he saw that Alfred's facial expression changed from worried to confused, and he had all right to be. Alfred pulled out a small corset, one that would have been used for a young girl with a lot of money. He turned his head to Dr. Ellis and saw the sparkle in his eyes, which were hidden behind a pair perfectly clean glasses.
"Do you like it? I thought it would look fine on you, and it will help you," Dr. Ellis said, watching Alfred look at the other gift in pure fear. Alfred began to wonder what was going to be revealed from the package. The frightened child picked up the gift and began to hold it close, seeing the doctor nod at him for approval. Alfred soon began to unwrap the other one, pulling away layers of paper to access a rather small knife. It looked like it could do no harm, but it still made Alfred fear what was going to happen to him.
"It is for when a monster could be lurking, you never know what beat might want to sink his fangs into your flesh," Dr. Ellis said, standing up and pulling Alfred up to his feet. "Now lets get you into your new corset," He purred as Alfred whimpered.
Dr. Ellis began to unbutton Alfred's nightgown, revealing the tantalizing flesh that teased him so easily and so frequently. He let the nightgown rest at Alfred's hips, picking up the corset and grabbing Alfred by his hair. Alfred was pushed again the wall and soon the corset was wrapped around his chest. He though nothing of it, not including the pain, until Dr. Ellis began to tighten the strings that laced the clothing up. Alfred began to whimper and groan and grunt as the doctor began to tighten it too much.
Alfred began to gasp for air as he felt his ribs being pushed and squeezed into his lungs. Dr. Ellis just grinned before he pulled again at the string, causing the supports that ran along the corset, to dig deeper into Alfred's flesh.
"The supports are very strong and tough, made of iron… the fabric is woven from silks and furs… all lined with leather… I doubt you could break this," Dr. Ellis purred, pulling at the strings again till he heard a series of loud crack from Alfred's chest.
"Five ribs… I just broke five of them," Dr. Ellis cackled, tying it so Alfred could not escape his new hell. Alfred went to speak, but he was sadly forced on the ground before he could. He looked up to see the doctor smiling down at his, looking at him like he was prey. "Such a beautiful little bitch you are!" The doctor sang as he grabbed the shovel used for his fireplace.
"Remove your night clothes, I want you outside in only your undergarments," Dr. Ellis hissed, watching happily as the poor Alfred quickly did as he was told. He smiled as Alfred ran outside, hardly covered from the raging winter outside the wooden door. Dr. Ellis walked outside and held the shovel, picking up a piece of charcoal and the small knife for later use.
It took one minute after Dr. Ellis walked outside….
One minute for Alfred to be on the ground….
Bleeding…..
Covering in slander and slur all over his flesh…..
"FUCKING WHORE!" Dr. Ellis screamed, slamming the knife into Alfred's corset and cutting the laces that held him too tightly. Dr. Ellis smiled as he saw Alfred had lost all hope, no longer fighting back. He lifted the shovel higher and slammed the knife in deeper into the boy's flesh. He continued with his beating of Alfred for a few more minutes before he turned around quietly and left the boy to sleep in snow and his own blood.
Alfred remained as still a corpse…..
He remained dead for five minutes before pulling the knife out and grabbing the coal….
How was he still alive? What sick spirit was keeping him alive?
"Where are you, mother?! Brother!? Where are the soft hands that you once so lovingly embraced my cheeks with?! Am I no longer worthy of living ? Or have you kissed by cage and told me I am free to destroy them?!" Alfred cried, grabbing at himself as his tears rushed down his multicolored cheek. How dare his mother leave him! HOW DARE THEY LOOK AWAY!
The exhausted child looked up to the sky and smiled and began to chuckled madly. Seeing the blue sky only looking down at him innocently. Soon the sound of a loud bell began to ring, which made Alfred look towards the sound. He stopped when he saw the church, seeing and hearing a large silver bell that was high in its tower. Alfred looked at the knife and coal and smiled, walking towards the holy building and slowly climbing the steps to the tower.
He froze as he looked at the wood, looking down at the home where the doctor live. He looked at his knife and smile sweetly before he began to carve at the wood inside the tower.
It was time to end all pain. All suffereing. All Life.
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