nteresting. Very interesting. Say, what do you think about all this? How do you like how things played out? Are you happy with the decision that was made?
...
No answer?
My, my. You've stunned yourself speechless. Although, I can tell you're enjoying this. You started it. You made this all happen.
Why are you doing this?
Doing what, talking to you? Discussing what you are doing? Why, I just want to see what your thoughts are. I already know what you're thinking, but I want to hear it from you.
They deserve this.
Ah, so this is an act of revenge, is it? They did you wrong and you want to pay back.
Yes.
...
Chaos coursed through everyone now. No matter who's story it was, chaos struck their nerves and sent them into a frenzy of disarray and hopelessness. An innocent night soon tainted with a darkness no one saw coming.
Would they last the night? It seemed like it was near impossible. It seemed like every footstep and every breath was their last. No matter where they turned, horrors awaited them. And, now that it had been done, it was obvious death could follow up.
Alfred... was dead.
Kiku sat stock still on the couch back in the lodge. The lights were still off and it was still freezing. The generator still hadn't been fixed but that didn't matter. It was the least of their problems now.
On the couch right across from him lied Gilbert with Feliciano tending quickly to his wounds. A large gash tore across the Prussian's back, blood continuing to flow. It wasn't threatening to blood loss or anything severe, but it did hurt like a bitch.
"F-Fuck.." Gilbert whimpered, flinching as Feliciano used a wet rag to clean him. He lied on his stomach, burying his face into one of the hand pillows in an attempt to comfort himself. "Who knew a tree could fuck you up this bad.."
Feliciano bit his lip anxiously as he knelt down to grab the medic kit, beginning to take out the medical alcohol.
"Gilbert, what are we going to do?" He asked softly, hands shaking as he poured some of the alcohol on the rag. "We're not safe here— no one is. We don't know where Matthew is. When Kiku and I brought you back here, he disappeared screaming and crying. What if he was dragged back into danger? We still don't know where Francis and Arthur are... and Alfred... A-Alfred..."
An uneasy silence settled at that, no one needing Feliciano to finish. And Alfred is dead. That statement still rung a bell of disbelief and denial. To think, one of their own friends died just an hour ago. Completely butchered and left to rot. Against their will and left screaming as they could do nothing to help it. That sounded like the scenarios you'd only see in movies... not reality.
The silence was broken when Gilbert let out a shaky cry as he felt the rag start to clean his wounds. He shut his eyes tight as a few pained tears seeped through them.
"We need to get off this mountain," Gilbert mumbled, cringing at the intense stinging sensation in his back, "But, we can't leave without the others. I don't know how we'll leave. Alfred... he had the keys to the sky tram. I don't know where he kept or if he still has— had it... So, the sky tram is a dead end plan."
Kiku kept his head down, hands fidgeting as they rested on his knees. His body was stiff and he felt as if he was stuck in time. Everything moved about and conversations were made, but he was just barely catching up with them all.
How could this happen? His best friend... His closest friend. Alfred. How could Alfred be dead? Alfred was Alfred! He was a cheery, excited guy with only hope and promise in his eyes. No one would ever expect his life to be cut short like this. Never like this. Alfred... how could this happen to Alfred? Out of everyone, Alfred?
"Basement." Kiku mumbled, keeping his eyes fixated on his knees. "I remember seeing an old transmitter when I went down there... it was set on the desk down there. There's tons of stuff in the basement; I'm sure there's plenty that'll help us."
The Jones's always were fond of antique, random but treasured junk. That practically shined in the contents of the basement. They always were one for adventure and collecting as many historical or interesting machinery and objects as they could. It was their hobby. Hence, why they even bought a settlement in the middle of nowhere on a mountain.
Feliciano nodded, although gave Kiku a very pitiful look. The guy looked absolutely broken. He remembered this attitude, this disassociation with everyone and everything. Even though Kiku spoke, Feliciano could tell he wasn't really present. He knew. He could read it clearly from his frozen stature and monotonous words. He could relate.
"We'll call for help and we'll get off this mountain before anyone else gets hurt." Gilbert informed, a tiny sense of relief flooding through him as he felt Feliciano bandage him up. "We'll call and then stay up here. I'm sure everyone else will immediately come back here when they can so I think it's best we remain put."
It was a pretty easy plan. Call and wait. However, what happens if the call didn't go through? What happens if no one came back? What happens if someone does but they bring danger with them? What happens if the danger is right under their noses? What if?
Dozens and thousands of 'what if' scenarios could be played out from this. Everyone, all three of them, were thinking of them yet no one voiced them. What was the point? It didn't matter what they did or not say, the risk of dying and getting injured was still there. It won't matter.
"There.." Feliciano finished wrapping up the injured Prussian. Gilbert gingerly pushed himself up into a sitting position, wincing softly at the sharp pain shooting up his back. It wasn't as bad as it was before, but it was there.
"Thank you, Feli."
"Do we go to the basement now?" Feliciano questioned, looking from Kiku to Gilbert.
Gilbert nodded, cautiously getting to his feet.
"Yes. The sooner the better. The longer we wait here the more danger we are allowing."
...
So, let me get this straight, you want revenge, yes?
Yes.
You'd go out of your way to torment and traumatize your friends out of their minds for revenge. How petty.
...
You've done so much wrong —.
It's right to me.
No, boy, you're not listening to me. It's wrong. It's oh so, so wrong. You're blinded by hatred and selfish hurt to even see what you're doing.
Shut up.
What a shame.
Leave me alone.
Ha. Just saying that it vouches for the fact you really are still oblivious to this whole ordeal. Go. My time is up, for now. I'll come back later. And when I do, we'll see how much more you've done— for better or for worse.
...
My eyes narrow as I stare ahead. Lips curling into a small, reassuring smile.
"They deserve this. It's all fun and games~"
A/N:
I know, I know. I'm going really slow now, but trust me. With a story like this I gotta make some slow parts since a lot of shit is going to go down soon.
I wonder if any of you guys know who this 'mysterious person' is. :') Sometimes I make it obvious, sometimes I don't. Oops.
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