I'm baaaaaack. Yeah… so uh, how's life? ^^' Also, as I only just started writing again, if stuff get's screwed over
Dawnshine: ….. I derped with Panem, he'll be introduced soon, oh so soon muhahaha. As for Belarus, it is most likely she will be gone unless her country gets restabilised 'ya know?
Esmeraude11: Ahaha! I'm glad you like it, sorry for being slow, I get lazy over the Hols.
Tsundere: …..TO THE TARDIS!
Cookie Addiction: To war we go! Even if Iggy screwed over raising us, he's still cool! /shot (yeah, we owe a lot too…. WE WILL NEVER ADMIT IT!)
Badgerfang: Shit gets real?
Akumu Lee Crimson: He's England, he will kick ass, 'nuff said
Myrna Maeve: I'm sorry ;A; B-but hopefully things gonna get better naow?(hopefully, even I don't know my brain that well .)
D. 01: I-I really appreciate you saying that! I hope I can finish this to everyone's expectations!
Arthur sat by Alfred's seemingly lifeless body. The only signs that showed he was alive were his ragged breathing and twitching eyelids.
"You should take a break, " Arthur was dimly aware of Antonio's presence behind him, the once cheery Spaniard sounded tired and Arthur felt a pang of guilt.
Without him, Antonio, Gilbert and Ivan where the only three he knew would be able to protect the camp. Arthur lifted his head and glanced about the small space of the cornucopia and frowned.
"Where is Ivan?"
Antonio blinked in surprise,
"He went with Christian and Irunya to get some water, our supply here is running low, I told you before," Arthur nodded wearily.
Antonio shook his head,
"Really, go get some rest, we need everyone to stay as strong as possible, especially with your little display, I'm not sure 'they' liked that much hm?"
Arthur glared at Antonio and his infuriating smile.
"Why would you care, I'm your enemy!"
"You're not my enemy Arthur" Antonio said softly, "those things happened in the past, they don't matter now. All we need now , is to get out alive, what happened years ago don't matter now."
Arthur sighed, "I'm sorry Antonio, I just needed to think…
Antonio placed a hand on the other's shoulder and Arthur was shocked by it's coldness, before he remembered how Antonio's home had fallen.
A harsh winter followed by a flood that froze.
The country of sun buried beneath ice.
"Don't be sorry, just rest, please. He'll still be here when you wake."
Arthur nodded slowly and shuffled to the back of the cornucopia. Antonio watched him with a grim smile, before he turned to Alfred and placed a hand upon his head. It was hot, too hot. Antonio frowned in concern. In truth, he wasn't sure how much longer he would last without proper care and disinfectant.
He wasn't sure how much longer any of them would last in this death trap.
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Matthew felt every hair on his body raise as he walked into capital city. He knew Yong Soo was out there in the crowd, but he had lost sight him after they left the train.
The crowd swept him away from the station, and Matthew inwardly began to panic. He had no idea how to get around the city without Yong Soo.
He saw the tall, oddly shaped buildings surround him, although they were closing in on him. His breathing quickened and he felt his heart thump in his chest.
A hand reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, another covering his mouth just in time to stop him from crying out in surprise as he was pulled into an alleyway.
"Aw damn, he looks too poor to have anything of value..." Matthew felt the hands release him and he stared up In terror at his captor.
He had red eyes and matted strawberry blond hair, contrasting with the vibrant colours of the other citizens of the capital. His face looked a little dirty, and his clothes somewhat tattered. He had a distinct accent, like something out of one of those horror movies, but Matthew couldn't remember what one.
"What about those? I haven't seen them in a while, they're rare enough they might be worth something…" another man, with neater hair and clothes appeared from further down the alley.
With a single clean movement, he plucked the glasses from Matthew's face and inspected them. M atthew blinked and struggled at his sudden lack of sight.
"Aww, stop moving, you're making things difficult, wouldn't wanna get violent would we?" Matthew heard the distinct sound of metal on metal, and saw something shine through his blurred vision. A knife.
Matthew froze and someone laughed.
"Hey Alek, reckon' he'd taste any good," Matthew paled, were these men cannibals?
"Vlad, you're scaring him, stop that," the dark haired man said calmly.
"Don't laugh at me! I'm hungry, if everyone in this city wasn't so polluted with whatever crap they put into themselves, I woulda taken out a whole bunch of them," The pale haired man's voice took on a darker tone.
"Honestly, if you want to, you can, just leave me out of it," Matthew shook his head and whimpered as a the shadow of the red eyed man loomed over him.
"With pleasure."
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""BWAHAHAHAHAHA! MAN YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACE!" Matthew blinked as his glasses were roughly placed back onto his face and he took in the scene.
The strawberry blond had doubled over laughing while his companion crouched next to Matthew, tying his arms up.
"I'm sorry…" whispered Matthew.
"Don't be, he's got a strange sense of humour, though you did look quite horrified," the man stood and smiled.
"Now, do you have anything of value we should know about? We are rather run down, and a 'donation' would be appreciated." Matthew shook his head and the man sighed.
"Oi, isn't his face familiar, just like those tributes right?" the blond peered into Matthew's face before shrugging, "Loadsa weird faces these days though…"
"W-who are you two?" Matthew asked quietly.
"Vladimir Popescu, lived in the alleyways of the capital for as long as I can remember with my good friend Alek," Vladimir grinned, and Matthew saw one of his canines was elongated and sharp like a fang.
"Vlad, I said you shouldn't tell people our names, we're trying to stay inconspicuous," despite his scolding, Alek smiled brightly, "though it seems it is too late, I am Aleksander Balakov."
"Matthew….I'm Matthew."
"What brings you to the great and mighty capital Mat, I didn't know they let people from the districts to come here," Vladimir asked, "'you're far too normal to come from 'round here."
"W-well actually…." Matthew began.
He was cut off by the sound of footsteps.
"Ah, peacekeepers, we'll have to get going," Matthew felt himself being hoisted up onto Vladimir's shoulder.
"H-hey! What are you doing? Let me go!" Matthew struggled, but the rope around his wrists and ankles remained taught.
"No can do, we can't have you blabbing can we," Aleksander said calmly, picking up a backpack and what appeared to be a stick from the ground, "let's go."
Vlad nodded, and ran through the alleys, Aleksander following behind them. Despite their speed, the sound of their pursuers got louder and closer.
"Damn, we need to go up," Vladimir jumped to the side and clung onto a pipe, Matthew barely able to stay on.
Vladimir began to shimmy up the pipe, before pulling himself onto a balcony.
"Hurry, I can see them!" Vladimir urged as Aleksander barely managed to get up onto the balcony.
Matthew looked down and indeed saw the white uniform of the peacekeepers approaching at a steady rate.
"Through the window," before Matthew could say anything, Aleksander had broken through the window with his stick and both he and Vladimir where climbing through.
As soon as they were through, Vladimir pulled a switch blade from his pocket and had cut through the rope binding Matthew's hands and feet.
"C'mon let's go," he said, heading for the door where Aleksander was waiting.
"Why would I go with you, you both just tried to mug me!" Matthew exclaimed in irritation.
"They saw you with us, I wouldn't take my chances, " said Aleksander smugly, "but if you insist…"
Matthew fled out the door and Aleksander and Vladimir nodded at each other. The reached the stairs and raced up them, dimly aware of the sound of the peacekeepers further down.
They reached the top, and Vladimir yanked open the door, leading them onto the roof. The cold air blasted into Matthew's face as he found himself staring at the cityscape of capitol.
"No time to stand there gawking, c'mon they'll be up here any minute," yelled Aleksander from the edge of the roof.
Broken out of his daze, Matthew hurried to join them where they were sizing up the jump to the building across from them.
"Reckon' we can make it?" asked Vladimir, staring down at the drop.
"We'll have to, we'll be dead if we don't try," muttered Aleksander tersely.
Vladimir nodded grimly and stepped back. After a deep breath he ran and leaped of the building roof, grabbing onto a ledge and hauling himself up.
Matthew looked over to Aleksander, and was surprised to see him trembling.
"Are you okay?" Matthew asked quietly.
"I'm fine… just not one for heights you know…" Aleksander replied shakily, "why don't you go first… and… could you please take this for me…"
Aleksander pressed the stick into Matthew's hand. Matthew nodded and nervously made his way to a good run up point. He could hear Alfred's voice in his mind
The trick with long jump is to build up speed, but at the same time, you can't over exert yourself in the run. Don't leave your arm either, when you jump, put your weight into your upper body…
Matthew calmed his nerves and ran. He could feel every nerve in his body tingling as he approached the ledge. He crouched and leapt. He saw the ground below him, far too far away for his liking, and he wasn't quite as high as he needed be, and the ledge was not close enough for him to make it.
He wasn't going to make it
Matthew felt his stomach lurch as he began to fall.
I'm sorry…. Alfred.
*pokerface* WHAT THE HELL BRAIN GRRRR
What's gonna happen to Mattie? Are they ever going to escape? Will the stick have any significance? Will I learn grammar and stop narrating like this…. Yeah…bye… *runs*