Emil could hear his own heart beat as he tried to keep his thoughts together. Of course, he hardly doubted that this bastard was going to let him off-scott free, but he knew he had to try. He had to save Tino in some way or another and the only option was that highway that monster mentioned.

He was pretty sure his 10 minute head start was up and was pretty positive he had a pretty good head start by now but he couldn't stop, he just couldn't. He slowed to a stop, breathing hard. He was grateful that sometime during his running, his blindfold had slipped allowing him partical sight, only one of his violet eyes peeked from behind the fabric. He looked one direction then another, deciding which way to go, which way the highway was. He whipped his head behind him when he heard a twig snapped finding nothing there.

His breathing became more harder and more panicked when he heard another crunch of a twig, his eyes widen when he caught sight of Troy walking up to him, smiling.

"Hey Pup..." His smile increased tenfold. "I didn't think I'd catch up to you this quickly..."

"No..."

"Then run little Pup. Run."

"No."

He raised his rifle and aimed it at Emil's head. Emil cried in fear and fled as far away from the man as physically possible. Troy smiled, lowering his rifle and began stalking after his panicking prey at a slow and steady pace. Emil ran, not caring where he was going as long as he was far from the sick man. He was beyond scared, he could hear him following behind him not even sweating.

Emil stumbled a few times, never actually falling as he continued to run. He couldn't even describe the fear that flowed through his body and mind. He kept looking behind him briefly, catching glimpses of the smirking bastard every now and then spurning him to push forward. Hot tears trailed down his cheeks. He had to get away. He had to save Tino.

Over the sound of steady crunching of forest floor, Emil could've sworn he heard the sound of cars zooming fast somewhere. The highway was near! Thank God! Now if he could just find the highway or road then this bastard couldn't do anything, right?

He thought wrong.

He heard a gunshot rip through the silent forest and he felt a sharp pain in shoulder near his heart, before he fell and everything went black.

Tino sat there against the tree, silently praying for Emil's safety. Troy left him no less than forty minutes ago to pursue the Icelandic male, leaving the Finnish man tied up with a damaged limb and a somewhat unfriendly dog. He sighed, before closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the tree, a shaky breath escaping his lips.

'Please be okay Emil. I don't know what I'm going to do if something bad happened to you... I don't know how I'll ever face Lukas again.'

He felt his world being swallowed by some dark force upon hearing a gunshot in the distance as a flock a birds escaped the treetops, clearly in distress. No. No. Tino felt a fresh wave of hot tears trail down his cheeks and a harsh sob escaped his lips as one conclusion drifted into his mind.

Emil was dead.

'Forgive me Lukas...'

But Emil wasn't dead.

If he had to be honest, he wasn't entirely sure on how he wasn't dead. But there he lied on his stomach, breathing softly, quietly and heart still pumping after surviving the bite of a bullet that he was pretty sure, was aimed at his heart. He lied motionless as he heard his attacker approach him, he hoped that if he lied still long enough, Troy would believe him to be dead and leave his 'corspe' to the wild animals, giving Emil a chance to get help. He hoped.

He heard Troy sigh. "It's a shame really... I never even got to play with him."

Emil dearly wanted to give him a sarcastic remark but decided against it. For his sake as well as Tino's.

"A pity... But that was probably how she died too..."

He heard Troy drag something against the ground, making a odd clunking sound as it hit a couple of stones littered here and there; he brought a shovel. He was going bury him. Bury him alive, without even realizing it. Though if Emil was honest with himself, he hardly doubted that Troy would care one way or the other.

"I wonder..."

Emil's thought process halted. What did that mean? He remained still as he felt Troy leaned over him and out of the corner of his partially opened eye, Emil saw him pull out a switchblade and began sawing though the zip tie. Emil felt his wrists being released from their confines and allowed them to fall to his sides. He waited to see what it was Troy would do.

For his part, Troy seemed pleased with Emil's lack of movement as he gingerly placed the Icelandic male's right arm out farther from his body, triggering a small shock of pain from the bullet wound. Emil wasn't sure as to what he was doing, but he wasn't going to anything. Least he really wanted to die. What happened next made Emil really regret not moving or saying anything.

With a loud swish and sickening, blood-churning crack, Troy had brought the shovel down hard on Emil's arm, and effectively breaking it in two and maybe multiple pieces. It took nearly every fiber of the Icelandic man's being to re-frame from screaming in pain and keeping his body from reacting violently to the pain. He could feel the hot tears prickle in the corners his eyes but he willed them away and kept from trembling as best as could.

It must have worked, as he could partially see Troy smirk, before walking around Emil and jabbed the shovel into the earth a few feet away from the Icelander. Emil re framed from moving as much as possible as he watched the sick bastard dig his grave, humming as he did so. After about 20 minutes, he returned to the "dead body", and lifted it up bridal style, causing the damaged limb to be moved wrong and Emil to really work hard at not moving or breathing to noticeably in pain.

He felt himself being lowered gently back on the ground, no doubtedly in that hole he dug up not to long ago. Through his barely opened eyes, Emil could see that the bastard was regarding him, what confused him most was that Troy regarded him with look of pleasure but with a mix of another emotion... Regret, maybe?

"Poor thing... You must have been so scared." He felt Troy brush a thumb across his eye, wiping away a tear. "But at least you're in a better place now... You won't have to be scared anymore. It's funny how you look so much like her... You even acted similar to her. I miss her, Selana."

Emil dearly wanted to ask him on what he meant and who 'Selana' was, but decided against it as he felt Troy's heat lean over as he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, before the heat disappeared and a scrape of a shovel could be heard. Emil could feel his heartbeat increase as he felt the dirt being shoveled on him, starting with his feet and traveling up. He could feel the dirt reaching then covering his neck and sprinkling his face, taking a deep but unnoticeable deep breath, Emil prepared for what's coming next.

Dirt was shoveled onto his face covering him entirely in almost a foot of earth. As soon as he was sure no more then 5 inches of dirt was on him, he quickly brought his good hand and covered his nose and mouth, preserving what little oxygen he had. He wasn't sure on how long he had been lying there covered by a foot of dirt, but with his oxygen slowly dwindling he decided to risk the chance of being discovered alive to gain more oxygen. With his only good arm, he frantically began digging himself out of his shallow grave.

After 5 minutes, more like a grueling lifetime of eternity to Emil, he finally pulled himself out of his grave, gulping air into his hungry lungs. He whimpered as attempted to pull his damaged arm out of the buried hole as gingerly as possible. Fuck that bastard...

Emil pulled himself out of his shallow grave and sat up looking around wildly at his surroundings, seeing no one there, he looked to the direction that would supposedly hold the highway. Gripping his right arm, he concluded that Troy had left. Left to return to Tino and probably torture him. He slowly and unsteadily got to his feet and began walking the direction he believed the highway to be.

Feliciano Vargas had to be the most happiest man on the face of the planet. Upon hearing from his fiance of 2 months that he was called into work and wouldn't be back for a while, the Italian man decided to take advantage of this free time get his Luddy a special gift while the German was out. His haircurl bounced from the left side of his head as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his Ford mustang, hair flowing through the wind while he humming a joyful tune.

Feliciano looked a lot like his brother, Lovino; save for the fact his hair was a lighter shade of brunette and had big bright brown eyes. He was paler in compareson to Lovino and with a personality more friendly and gentler then his older brother's. He trembled excitedly.

'I can't wait for Doitsu see his surprise!'

He was pulled out of his thoughts when a bedraggled silver haired young man walked out of nowhere onto the road clutching his right arm; unaware he was walking into the pathway of Feliciano's oncoming vehicle. The Italian man panicked and quickly swerved as he stomped the brakes in order to avoid hitting the man. The mustang came to a screeching halt, earning the the young man's attention, who froze in place staring at the mustang with wide violet eyes. The left hand side of the front bumper gently bumped the man in his hip, not enough to kill or crippled the boy, but enough to cause him to land on his ass, crying out in pain from the gentle impact on both his right arm and hip.

"OH NO!" Feliciano quickly jumped out of his car and ran to the fallen man. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't see you! I swear! I'M SO SORRY!"

He blinked when he realized, on closer inspection, that the young man's entire right arm was drenched with fresh blood while caked with old blood and was bearing rapidly appearing bruises. His breathing was a bit ragged as though he had just ran a marathon and he struggled to remain in an upright position with his shaky left arm, trying to pick himself off of the ground. Feliciano may have not been the brightest student in his year but even he knew there was something wrong with this picture.

"Hey... Are- Are you okay?"

The boy didn't answer. He raised his head revealing his violet eyes, clouded with pain and confusion to the concerned Italian. Feliciano gasped.

"E- Emil? Is- Is that you?"

And it was. Emil Steilsson. The younger brother of a friend of Ludwig's, covered in dirt and blood, carrying a fractured limb. Emil blinked a couple more times, trying to clear his vision, before he attempted to speak.

"H- Hel- Help me... Tino, he... Trouble... Troy, Selana..."

Feliciano blinked. Help? Tino? Troy? Selana? What did he or Tino need help with? Who was Troy and Selana? Why did he look so beaten?

"Emil? What's wrong? What-"

As the Italian opened his mouth to question the Icelandic youth on the meaning of his message, Emil fell back to the ground and passed out, scaring the poor Italian worse than before.

"Oh no... Please don't be dead. PLEASE OH PLEASE don't be dead."

Feliciano quickly began looking for a pulse on the unconscious body. Finding a faint one, Feliciano sighed in relief. Thank the Gods. He quickly jumped back up on to his feet and quickly opened the trunk to pull out a picnic blanket and wrapped it tightly around Emil. With strength not even he knew he had, the Italian man lifted the wounded boy in his arms bridal style and quickly placed gently and securely in the back of his car before he jumped back into the driver's seat and sped off down the road.

He had to get Emil to a doctor and fast. He quickly pulled out his cellphone as tears began threatening to fall down his cheeks. Hopefully, Ludwig will know what to do.

Ludwig for his part, was trying to keep his growing anxiety and panic in control as he, Arthur and Ivan flipped trough 56 case files. Berwald, Mathias and Lukas all held each other as they prayed in their native tongues for Emil's and Tino's safety, when everyone heard Ludwig's cellphone go off. He pulled it out of his pocket to look at the ID and sighed in annoyance. It was his fiance, Feliciano. He flipped it open and answered the incoming call.

"What, Feli? This better be good."

As Ludwig waited for an answer, everyone returned back to their original positions, looking over various notes.

"Feli, you know that crying isn't going to get you anywhere." Ludwig sighed in annoyance, massaging his temples. "You need to take a deep breath and tell me what there is that needs to be tell..."

"Aw. He misses you." Tim smirked, earning him a glare from the German.

"Why on earth are you at the hospital?" Ludwig growled. "What did you do this time?"

This caught Arthur's attention. He looked up from the paperwork he and Ivan were mulling over to regard the German man carefully.

"Well, at least you didn't injure him too badly and you took responsibility..." Ludwig massaged his temples once again. "But why did you almost run over him the first place?"

There was a pause and everyone was now listening into the conservation between Ludwig and his soon-to-be husband.

"He came out of nowhere?" Ludwig asked in disbelief. "And what did he say pray tell?"

Everyone waited, watching Ludwig as his eyes began widening, startling everyone.

"Did the kid you run over give you his name by chance?"

That piqued everyone's interest as they all watched Ludwig slowly stand up, gripping his chair tightly.

"He didn't but you're positive it's him..." He looked over at Mathias, Lukas and Berwald. "I'll be sure to tell him. No, stay where you are, we'll come to you. Love you too, bye."

He turned to Arthur, looking grim and nervous.

"Ludwig?" Arthur asked.

He looked away from the Englishman's green eyes, turning to face Lukas, who gulped and held Mathias tighter. Ludwig looked scared, unsure how to approach the Norwegian man.

"Feliciano's found Emil on a country road 15 miles west from where we found Peter." Lukas' breath hitched slightly. "He's been placed under intensive care at the hospital with serious injuries."

Chapter 14! Ta-Dah! :3

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