Vengeance
From The-Goddamn-Iron-Girl
(Luka's POV)
"Hey, Luka? Where's Mathias?" Romania asks, entering the room. I quickly separate myself from lillebror.
"I...don't know. I was feeling really sick, so I kind of snapped at him."
"Dude, I'm right here!"
Where does he even come from? I don't even know.
"Come on," Romania says. "We need to talk. In the living room."
"Sure," I say. I stand up. The room spins around me, and I almost fall. Lillebror catches me.
"Woah, Luka! Are you ok?"
"Ja," I say, steadying myself. "Fine."
"Ok," Emil replies uncertainly, watching me for a minute before turning to leave. I follow, and so does Mathias. Looking into a mirror as I pass through the hall, I note that I look like a hot mess. I take a minute to run a hand through my hair, but there's nothing I can do about the dark circles under my eyes. Oh, well. We all have them, anyway. I sit down on the arm of the couch.
"So what's this about?"
I look to the table, where there are eight cameras. Cameras? Is the guy who left the notes- did he-?
I look over to England, who confirms my fears.
"Oh. Min. Gud. No."
He nods. "We want some people to stay up tonight, to make sure nothing else happens."
I nod.
"I don't think any of you five should," he says, choosing his words carefully. "You don't seem to sleep much as it is."
I agree with that. "That's true. But we're going to be awake whether we're appointed to keep watch or not. Just when we're going to be awake is the problem."
England nods thoughtfully. "That's true. But we need someone up through the whole night."
"More than one person, actually," I say. "Shifts?"
I've read enough books to know that whoever is assigned to do watch alone falls asleep.
"The hero can do it! Ahahah!"
Before the other two idiots can join in, England and Romania take the last two spots.
Kai takes off her glasses for a few seconds and rubs the bridge of her nose.
"W'll th's r'lly w'rk?"
She's hit the nail right on the head.
"It should work," England replies, but I can tell that he's uncertain. But this plan is our best bet.
Without even meaning to, I think back to when we were little and slept in the same bed together. I would hold lillebror, since he was the smallest. I can tell, the others are thinking of the same thing, too.
Mathias, of course, is hoping that we'll do it again. Probably not. There is a reason we all ended up moving rooms until we each got our own.
~Later~
I wake up, barely containing horrified screams. The dream about the bodies again. But this time, thousands of tiny red droplets of blood hung in the air, like falling rain. They were solid when I touched them. I look across the rest of the bed.
I can't believe we actually decided to do this again. That idiot Mathias, afraid of everything; then using it as an excuse to relive the old days.
Not to say that I don't like this, really, I do. But I don't deserve a family like these four. I slip out of the sheets and stand in the window, looking out over the ocean. The moonbeams are turning the waves silver, and I pan my eyes across the forest.
There's still someone watching, I know it. The idea gives me shivers. I open the window and lean out, letting the wind blow through my hair.
"Du vil ha meg, Kom finne meg," ((You want me, come find me,)) I say to the silent forest. "That's a promise. I may not deserve this family, but I'll defend them. And if I can't save them, Du kan være jævla sikker på at jeg kommer til å hevne dem. You can be damn sure I'm going to avenge them."
I pull back, shutting the window and climbing back into bed next to lillebror. I fall back to sleep, as the silver moonbeams spill through the window.
Someone else wakes up from another nightmare, but by then I'm already too asleep to help them. I don't know who it is, even.
And the cycle of our despair turns onward.