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The sun had just broken through the dawn when Australia had arrived at the abandoned mine. He was beyond tired and in desperate need of sleep, maybe after all of this was over he should ask his boss for a week's holiday. But at the moment he didn't have time to rest, he had to try and focus his mind to be alert. He couldn't afford to get any more life-threatening injuries, or injury in general no matter how small, because he knew that Mick was suspicious of how he was able to escape the car wreckage with minimal injuries. So, he knew that if Mick saw even a bruise disappear within minutes on his skin then the question of his immortality would be in the air. While Australia was good at thinking on his feet when it comes to talking his way out of sticky situations, even he doubted his ability to explain a resurrection from a bullet wound to the chest.
The mine itself was like something out of a horror movie, it gave him chills just by being in the area. Mining equipment had been left out and by the amount of rust that had layered it seemed like they hadn't been touched in years. The equipment would creak and sway slightly as it moved in the wind. Cars were everywhere. Some were in good condition meaning that they were fresh, and some were broken with pieces taken apart. They were all parked fairly close to each other, it was like one of those mazes that he had disappeared in at England's place when he was a kid and he would always force to the older nation to try and find him.
It was unnerving to see that Mick wasn't even trying to be discreet, it was like he was proud of the number of people that he had killed. It was if the cars represented a trophy, proudly on display to symbolise every person that he had murdered. And there were just over thirty cars packed tightly into the area, but Australia knew that Mick's murder rate was far higher than the cars displayed in his hide out. That's what made Australia feel sick to the stomach.
But amongst the cars, were a few police vehicles. Those were all in horrible condition. They had either scorch marks covering where the paint used to be, smashed glass or massive dents in the side of the vehicle from where they had been rammed.
"That explains how he managed to not get caught," Australia commented to himself. He entered the sea of cars in an attempt to achieve the element of surprise.
Australia found comfort in the knowledge that after today Mick's onslaught of murder would finally cease, he would rot in jail and Australia would do anything to ensure that the psycho will stay there.
The Australia nation kept his movements as silent as a crocodile waiting for its victim to wander up to the water's edge. He had no idea if Mick was even here or if he was still out looking for tourists.
The sound of a gun shot pierced the air and shattered the eerie silence like a cricket ball hitting a glass window, making Australia totally not jump ten feet in the air at the sudden surprise. Australia instinctively ducked his head and his eyes searched the area for where the bullet had come from. He didn't need to search for long as a blood curdling ripped through the air. Well now that the element of surprise was no longer an option. Australia navigated his was through the rows of cars to where he had heard the gunshot and scream.
He skidded to a stop when the scene fell into view, he couched down behind a car to avoid being seen as he carefully peered out. It was Mick with a small family. A man was laying very still on the ground, a small pool of blood was starting to spread from the small hole protruding from his forehead. It was a death that Australia was all familiar with seeing in his long life, but he never got used to the horrific sight. The lady that was only a few feet away from her now deceased husband, was hysterical and half sobbing and half begging as she shielded two small children behind her. Her clothes were covered in dirt and the splatters of blood. She must have been the one that screamed after the gunshot had sounded. The little boy and girl were latched to her waist, shaking with fear as they couldn't tear their eyes away from the sight of their father.
Australia silently inched towards the scene. He moved closer behind where Mick was standing with the rifle still in his hand, he tried his best to remain unseen. Australia knew that he had to do something, he couldn't let these innocent people die, but if he intervened at the wrong moment then they could be as good as dead.
"Please don't hurt them!" The lady pleased, "Don't hurt my babies, they are only children. If it's money you want, then take it!"
But Mick had just laughed, he enjoyed their fear, almost as if fed and thrived off it. Australia recognised the woman's accent, they were British. Mick must have tampered with their car then lured them here with the false assumption of fixing their car. It was just what Mick would have done to that Japanese couple if Australia hadn't of intervened.
"Well wouldn't that seem a little prejudice?" Mick laughed as he tried to mock a posh British accent, "If I kill you and your pommie husband but not your kids?"
The lady clutched her children closer to her and glared at the man. "Why are you doing this? Please just let us go, we have done nothing wrong!"
This was apparently the wrong thing to say as Mick just glared, "Nothing wrong? You bloody tourists are all over the place, much like kangaroos. And the only way to keep the animals at bay is to kill 'em, I'm doing my people a service."
Mick drew closer towards them, like a lion stalking up to it's helpless prey. The large knife that was tucked under his belt had glinted in the sunlight as he moved. The small family had tried to shrink back further but the car behind them blocked their escape.
Mick then gave the woman a look and dragged is eyes up her body as a sinister smirk crept onto his face, "Then again I might just keep you alive, I like 'em feisty,"
Once Mick raised his gun once more Australia jumped to his feet. He ran the short distance over and jumped in front of Mick, blocking his path to attack the family. With his heightened reflexes Australia grabbed the gun and moved it to the side to divert it's aim. The small family behind him yelped once they heard the bullet being fired, the mother instinctively tried to cover her children.
Unfortunately, the bullet grazed Australia's own arm in the process. He gritted his teeth in mild pain, the bullet only grazed his skin, but it was the least of his concerns at the moment. Fortunately, or Australia guessed in this situation, unfortunately it would heal within minutes. Australia kicked Mick's legs, making the human fall to the ground in surprise as he was caught of guard. His gun had also fallen to the ground which Australia made sure to kick away.
Australia then turned his attention to the small family. He rummaged through his pockets and then tossed Ralph's phone to the lady.
"You need to get away from here," Australia instructed firmly, his green eyes held a high level of urgency. He pointed in the direction that he had arrived from, "If you run that way you'll come across a fuel station, you'll be able to find help there."
"Thank you," The lady earnestly whispered. She picked up her young son and grabbed her daughter's hand tightly and set off running in the direction they were given.
Australia watched as they ran, making sure they got a safe distance away. What he didn't notice however, was that Mick had recovered from his attack and had crawled over to retrieve his rifle.
Australia looked back over to him just in time to see the back of the rifle being hit against his head. The force of the attack was enough to send Australia to ground roughly. A throbbing pain erupted from the area that Mick had hit. Australia reached a hand to feel the injury. He winced as he felt the warm sensation of blood, but he also felt that it was starting to heal.
Mick ignored the Australian on the ground as he aimed his rifle back at the woman fleeing with her kids. But without hesitation, Australia intervenes again. He slams the side of his body into Mick's side as the shot is fired. Because he was thrown off his balance the bullet had just imbedded itself into the metal of the car in front of him. Australia grips his fingers into the gravelly soil beneath him, a handful of dirt was collected so he could put his plan into motion.
"You're a fast little bugger aren't ya?" Mick hissed out loud, "You know I'm getting real sick of you popping up everywhere and interfering with my kills."
The personification knew that he had to somehow divert Mick's attention from the family and onto him. Just as Mick started to regain his balance back he aimed his rifle once more, but found that Australia was standing directly in his path, his green eyes held no fear like his victims normally would, instead they only held determination. Australia wasn't phase by the metal barrel pointing directly at his chest, he had been on the other end of a gun numerous times before. Australia subtly moved the hand that was holding the dirt behind him, so it would be out of Mick's view.
Mick laughed at the courageous resolve that the man in front of him displayed. "Don't try to be a hero mate, I'm going to kill you either way so don't think that I won't shoot a bullet through your chest to get to them."
"Now that's a bit harsh," Australia plastered on a grin, "It's bold of you to think that. But you'll have to find me first."
Before Mick could even process the meaning of his words let alone make a move, Australia had thrown the handful of dirt directly into Mick's eyes and swept the legs out from under him, sending the murderer to the ground landing on his back.
Australia quickly moved, he knew that it wouldn't take long for Mick to recover. Australia heads for the maze of cars, a spark glinted in his eyes, he knew exactly what he was going to do. It was time to stop letting Mick have the upper hand and this time Australia was making up the rules in their little game of cat and mouse. Using his surroundings to avoid being seen or caught were his specialty. After all, when he would go deliberately missing in London as a child he'd always turned it into a game which forced England to come find him, it was payback for rejecting his continuous asks for England to do something fun. And over the years Australia had only perfected that strategy on the battlefield. So now, it was time for Mick to step out of his comfort zone and venture into Australia's element for a change. If he used the sea of cars to his advantage as a good hide out spot then he would have the upper hand at launching his own offensives against Mick, as the human wouldn't see where he would be coming from.
He couched down behind the cover of a red car, making sure that his body was well concealed behind one of the wheels. Of course, none of the hide and seek games he would force England into ever involved the possibility of death by an insane psychotic murderer. This one was new for him.
He evened out his breath and closed his eyes as he strained to hear any sounds of Mick nearby. It was just like when he would try to wrestle crocodiles in the water, he would limit his sight so he could rely on the heightened sense of sound. Of course, no crocodile has ever given him this much trouble before like Mick had. The soft, almost inaudible, sounds of shoes crunching on dirt drifting closer mad his eyes snap open and move to the side as a bullet sped past where his head would have been. Australia quietly crept over to another area in the build up of cars. He peered out to see Mick walking around in the small clearing that the two had been just moments ago, his rifle was raised and ready to be used if the man caught sight of the nation.
"You really think you can hide forever? There isn't anywhere you can hide that I won't find you!" Mick shouted into the air.
Australia let out a small breath. At least now Mick wasn't focused on killing that family anymore, the only problem that Australia now had, was that he had no idea what to do know. He had been so focused on shifting Mick's attention away from those people and onto him that he hadn't really thought about what to do after he had Mick's attention. So basically, he was know thinking on his feet and making this up as he goes.
Something moving in his peripheral vision caught his attention. He ducked his head as a bullet fly straight towards him. It smashed the glass window of the car, making the shattered pieces rain down over him.
"Getting sloppy are ya?" Mick shouted, a sinister smile evident in his voice, "You should have known that I have eyes everywhere in this place!"
Eyes everywhere? Australia hung onto that phrase. Of course! How had he not seen it before? How could he have been so stupid! He could kick himself for not even thinking about it.
It was the side view mirrors of the cars! That was how Mick was able to still see him. Even though Mick had no idea where Australia actually was or hear him as he moved around, he could just look for movement in the side mirrors.
Australia felt around the ground, his hands grazing over the coarse dirt until his fingers had latched onto something small and round but hard. Australia turned the small rock over in his hand, it would be just like aiming to hit the wickets in cricket. Sure they were round and light-weight but with enough force behind them they'd do the trick.
Australia raised his head just slightly over the roof of the car and threw the rock. The small stone was sent barrelling into the side view mirror just next to Mick. The glass in the mirror had shattered upon impact and some of the reflective glass had even fallen from the case that was holding it in place.
Mick whirled around and pointed his gun at the direction that the rock had been thrown and pulled the trigger. But Australia had anticipated such moves and moved onto his next hiding spot, Mick was too distracted at firing the shot at the now empty spot that he hadn't seen where Australia had crept off to.
Australia's heart pounded with adrenaline that he could hear his heart beating with every breath in his head. One mirror was down, there were only five others left, that were in good enough condition to see anything, that could be used to see where he was. So he only need to take those five out and then Mick wouldn't be able to track where he was as easily as he had been.
"That's easier said then done," Australia mumbled under his breath.
He picked up another rock and held it in his hand while he stuck his head up to see where Mick was, the psycho was still inspecting the place where Australia had been previously. Australia raised his arm and chucked the rock at the other mirror. He immediately bent down and avoided the next wave of bullets that had followed after the glass had smashed.
It was a repeated cycle. Australia would move to a new location within the sea of cars and throw a rock at the remaining side view mirrors. A couple of rocks missed their target which would normally result in a very close call with a bullet, a few cuts later then he'd try again. When they would hit their target dead on he'd have to hurry to the next location to avoid being shot at again.
Soon, Australia was down to his last mirror. Mick had progressively started to get more and more ticked off at not being able to successfully land a kill shot or even find Australia. Although Australia did suppose it was slightly unfair, he had been doing this for over a century, but did he care? Not one little bit.
But while Mick had gotten more irritated, he became more violent and moved a lot quicker. Normally that wouldn't be a problem for Australia as his endurance was above any humans, but even he was reaching his limit. He had gone days without a proper sleep or any sustenance, so he was tiring out a lot quicker than normal. Australia moved silently through the confined space to his vantage point. For the final time he gripped the rock in his hand and flung it across and it hit the last side view mirror with a definite shatter.
A long string of profanities flew out of Mick's mouth as he started to smash the windows of some of the cars in to see if Australia had being hiding in them. Australia let a small smile of success rest on his face. Mick was no totally blind to where Australia was hiding and his movements. He knew it, and he would swear on all of his most beloved and venomous animals that Mick knew it too.
Mick's eyes jumped around the place, at the slightest whisper of air he would shoot at the disturbance. The human's shoulders were taught and his jaw was clenched. He was on edge. Mick had never been put in this situation before, he'd never been put into a situation that he couldn't control the outcome. He was practically blind. Out of all of his victims, this was the first to really challenge him. The care free and easy going young Australian seemed to easily walk away with barely any injuries at every attempt Mick had made. To say that his newest victim left him a little confused was an understatement. The way that this Jett bloke seemed to stare down the face of his gun as if he had been doing it all his life, the way that the young bloke didn't seem at all intimidated by him, puzzled him. Even the way those green eyes stared back at him, the all knowing look of that he had known everything that Mick was and what he has done. And that was something that Mick wasn't going to let walk free, or alive.
Australia circled Mick a couple of times, he had to get his positioning just right. He'd only get one shot at this. Australia, still remaining in his crouched position, moved forward away from the hidden sanctuary of the cars. He straightened his position as his feet moved silently, just like the wind over the desert plains of the outback. Then just like an eastern brown, he struck his target.
The personification had tackled the killer around the waist, sending the them both to the ground. Mick's rifle had fallen out of his hands and onto the ground. Australia had landed a swift punch to the man's nose, hard enough to hear a sounding snap of bone. Australia then got of Mick as quick as he could and scrambled for the rifle. Australia stood up whilst trying to hastily empty the bullets out of the rifle, his hands shaking with the adrenaline that vibrated through his body. Just as Mick was getting up with his newly received bloody and bruised nose, Australia had emptied the rifle, letting the remaining bullets drop to the ground and threw the now useless rifle over by one of the cars
"Thought it was a bit unfair with only one of us having the advantage, so I just levelled out the playing field," Australia grinned.
Mick just glared, an animalistic growl rose in the man's chest as he tried to land a punch to Australia's face. But the nation easily predicted the incoming attacks as Mick's punches were a little sloppy, considering he was still trying to come out of his daze from the hit he had taken to the nose.
Australia ducked and swerved left and right with ease and he even caught one of Mick's fists in his hand. It wasn't that Mick was bad at hand to hand combat, in fact he was quite good, it was just that Australia was better, with over a decade's experiences in warfare would do that.
Australia cracked a smile at the man's growing irritation, "You know something? You remind me of a dingo pup, all bark and not bite."
But unfortunately, Australia had an issue with over confidence and running his mouth in badly timed situations. And they often led to paying the consequences, which was much like this time. A fist was sent crashing into his jaw by Mick's free hand. Australia had let go of the other man's fist as he was caught off guard by just how powerful that punch was.
It actually really hurt.
Australia had been hit by many humans in his life time, and while they had been painful, he had never received a hit from a human that could give Turkey or Germany a run for their money. And that was concerning. But he was still young, he could still handle a single punch, he wasn't even as old as England!
Australia could feel the bruise beginning to form as he rotated his jaw, feeling it click back into place he had to dodge another hit, this time he stayed focus.
"I told ya I was gonna kill you anyway," Mick's face twisted into a wicked grin, "So you may as well give up. No one else has been able to take me down, so what makes you think a city bloke like you can?"
"Just a feelin' mate." Australia replied, "Because what you're doing ends now. For whatever reason you think that this is right, that you're doing a service to me – I mean Australia, you're wrong."
Australia cringed and mentally kicked himself when he tripped over his words. He wasn't used to referring to himself in third person, he blamed the fact that he was exhausted and that his mind still took a little while to catch up. He only hoped that he could play it off like nothing and that Mick wouldn't pick up on his little stumble.
"Me? What'ya mean 'Me?'." Mick narrowed his eyes.
Well fuck. Things really didn't seem to be going in Australia's favour today. Australia's eyes widened in horror just a little, as his brain scrambled for a reply.
"I-I meant 'me' because I work for the government. And they asked me to bring you in, so we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.
Australia knew it was shit response, and if any of the other nations were around they would also think it was a shit excuse at a cover up, but it was all that he could come up with in those few seconds he had to answer. If he had waited any longer with his response than Mick would have a harder time believing him.
And if Australia was being perfectly honest, he never had to be in a situation like this before.
His attempt to quickly diffuse the already tense situation, had seemed to backfire completely. Mick now knew what Australia's real intentions were, so if the human was going easy before he definitely wasn't now.
Mick had tried to aim another powerful hit to Australia's face, trying his best to aim for the band-aid. Australia didn't have any trouble dodging this next attack, he could pretty much tell it was going to happen before Mick could attempt it, everyone always went for the band-aid.
Australia once again tried to kick Mick's legs out from under him to bring him off balance. But when he did, Mick had latched onto his arm, sending Australia also to the ground landing on his side. He winced as his body scraped across the rocky soil beneath him, it definitely wasn't the softest landing in the world. Mick was the first to recover from the surprise attack and had managed to pin Australia to the ground.
Mick reached down his left hand and was ready to grab Australia's throat to squeeze the very last breath from him. But Australia had raised his hands to grab a hold of Mick's arm to stop his attempt.
Australia was too focused on trying not to get strangled, that he didn't see Mick's other hand reach around to the side, near his belt.
It wasn't until Australia felt a cold metal pierce his skin and a searing pain begin to erupt from his stomach that he realised his mistake.
Australia had forgotten about the knife. He had forgotten about the large knife that Mick had kept in his belt.
Australia managed to summon what he had left of his already failing strength and threw Mick off him. Australia stood up, stumbling as he did so. Every movement was a jolt of pain in his stomach, he already felt the warmth of his blood spilling from the wound.
"Oh no," Australia whispered, his eyes wide as he knows where this was going to lead.
With shaking hands, Australia gripped the handle of the blade that was still lodged in his abdomen. He had to get the knife out now.
Pulling the knife out was just as painful, if not more, then when he was stabbed with it. His jaw clenched with barely contained yelps and cries of pain as he continued to pull. Once he finally got it out, the knife became loose in his hold and cluttered to the ground, leaving the metal now painted a dark crimson.
Australia panted as he felt his breath thinning. He pressed a hand to the open wound to try and stop the bleeding, but he knew it wouldn't help much. The wound was far too deep, and he was already losing so much blood.
Australia's eyes started to lose focus, he was now starting to see double of Micks snickering face.
"What's the matter mate? Scared to die?" Mick mocked as he walked closer to Australia. He looked smug, the grin on his face was one of pride that he was finally able to take down the person that had been a thorn in his side ever since the pub.
Scared? Yes. But not of dying, Australia had died countless times in his life, so he knows that it wouldn't be permanent. What Australia feared, was the part that he would be resurrected. It was what he was trying his hardest to prevent this whole time.
Australia knew he was going to come back, Mick didn't. And then when he does come back to life Mick would know that he isn't human. His secret of being immortalised as a personification, that all of the other nations strictly kept as well, would be blown.
As Australia tried to step back from the approaching murderer he must have blacked out for a second, because the next thing he knew, he was on his side. Black spots clouded his vision.
The weakened nation tried to speak but coughs wracked his body, he could taste the metallic sensation of blood in his mouth. With one last strangled gasp for air his green eyes glazed over. The last image in his mind before he died was Mick's smiling face taunting him.
Aaaand There we have it! That's it for this story, thank you so much for reading and all your support and sticking by me to the end.
Just kidding! XD Did you really think I'd leave it on such a cliff hanger? But the next chapter will take more of a focus on Australia's boss and a few certain special visitors, and I think you might have an idea on who they might be. So what do you think will happen when Australia wakes up?
Anyway, I'll just give a little backstory on Mick Taylor (Most of the info I have just been getting from the movies or 'Mick Taylor Villian Wiki' so if you wanna check it out to understand his character a bit better feel free). So basically after his childhood and a bunch of other events that happened that kinda made him into a psychotic murderer, he started to see the ghosts of some of the people that he had killed, and they apparently told him that if he used the mine for sacrifices (killing people) that the spirits would give Mick superhuman speed and strength (or Mick Taylor is just insane, I'll leave that for you to decide XD). Make of this what you will but that is the reason why when he punched Australia, the nation compared it to one of Turkey's or Germany's hits. I think that little snippet of info about the superhuman abilities is from the book 'Wolf Creek: Desolation Game'. I will have a bit more information in the notes of the next chapter about Mick anyway.
Until next time! Please review and tell me what you think :)