Last chapter of the first part of the trilogy! And this made me totally depressed typing this up in both sense of the word. Anyway I hope you got something happy after reading this, because I'm not sure how you guys will take it and you may hate me for this chapter alone... Well... I don't have anything too major to announce other than that so... Enjoy.
Chapter 25: Tragic Tales and Rescue Mission Start
England's laughter was heard in the basement as he saw that the curse he was working on is a success. "Now that Krut will get what's coming to him!" He wore his cape, but there were noticeable signs of gauze and bandages going mostly around him. "He'll pay for the pain and suffering of mine and his people! Honestly! We may have been harsh on our people in the past, but what he did was just plain cruel!" He looked at the toddler-like blob, which doesn't have any humanistic features besides the way it stood and formed. There was no face, but there were outlines of a nose and mouth from the side. The gender itself was questionable, but that didn't matter. "Now then, Germany will experience his worst nightmares every night as he sleeps and in his waking moments! He won't be able to escape until he surrenders!" Then one of his trusted members ran down and burst through the door.
"I'm sorry to disrupt you!"
"None at all! I've completed the very thing that will make the Krut beg for surrender."
"That's the thing sir, Germany surrendered just now."
"What? How!"
"Hitler has committed suicide by gunshot, sir…"
"I just completed this damn thing!"
"I'm sorry sir…"
"Bullocks! Now I have to find a way to rid of it!" He groaned. "What a pain!" He flipped through a few pages before growling. "Damn it! Nothing in here describes to get rid of a created curse…" He sighed as he looked at the blob, mindlessly wandering around the magic circle, much like a toddler before it could speak. But to him it was just a wasted curse that he worked day and night without food and rest.
With his mind on disappointment of the wasted effort, he looked for a quick way to dispose of the thing. Flipping through the pages he found a spell to open a new dimension. He looked at the blob and huffed through his nose. "It won't last long in another world." He said as he chanted some spells, which opened a portal and the blob disappeared.
The nations looked at the mysterious man then at the English nation.
"You're such a major prick up the ass! You horrid and abusive son of a bitch!" Hungary yelled.
"I agree with Hungary-chan." Japan said.
"Diddo." Prussia said.
"And I agree with them." America said. "That's way worse than the stories I hear in my own home."
"He wasn't exactly human!" England defended himself.
"You're right, I wasn't." Ferrowim said. "But like Frankenstein's monster, when you sent me to a different dimension, you were not aware that you sent me to a world very similar to this one, only there are no personified nations, just pure land being homes to billions of people."
The blob wandered around until it came across some children playing. It watched the children, a girl and a boy, sister and brother, chasing each other and laughing.
"Bang! Bang!" The boy called out holding out his hand like it was a gun, making the girl fall to the ground and was still. "I got you now! Evil witch!"
"Children! Come inside!" Called a woman in an apron as the children ran inside a house and were not seen again as the blob moved along deeper into the forest.
Years passed and the blob had developed an animalistic psyche from seeing the dreams and nightmares of the forest animals before coming across a ruin city as the builders try to rebuild what has been damaged. It didn't realize that the city was in its post-war stage as people's fears were less while awake, but for some the nightmares of fighting in a gruesome battle is fresh in their dreams. To this blob it was simply a meal as it sneaked inside homes of the strongest it sensed and simply feed on the suffering as well as seeing the very fears of the person's nightmares.
Then it came across a child who is sick and dying. The boy was the only one who could see it as he questioned the human-like blob.
"Who are you? Are you death?"
The blob did not know how to speak on its own, but understood words as it moved slightly.
"Don't you know how to talk?" The boy asked as he coughed.
The blob copied the action, not seeing it before, which confused the boy as he moved his arm in a way of greeting, the blob following his gesture. "You're not Death, are you?" Silence. "You're a shadow?" Silence. "Must be… even Death would make some kind of sound." The boy had black, messy hair and dark blue eyes, with his skin as pale as moonlight. He extended his hand out. "Come closer… Let me see you better…"
The blob went up to the extended hand, looked at its own, which looked more like a paw of a cat as it morphed into a human hand and placed it over the offered one.
"Wow, you're solid… I thought you might be a ghost…"
The blob stayed with the boy, who was often left alone as the caretakers, other children who have lost families during the war and uncared for by anyone as they decided day in and day out whether or not to serve the small amount of food they were able to scrape amongst each other or have some have more and the others to be hungry for another day. The boy, though sick, was often left out of the food portions.
They were by no means friends, as the blob studied the suffering and growing resentment the boy felt towards the other children for ignoring him. He learned the hunger of the human's standpoint as he had learn the animalistic hunger from a certain animal's food supply being cut off due to human activity or watch mothers eat one of their young to supply milk for the others. It learned that the weakest were always weeded out first.
The blob learned what death is from watching animals dying from old age, illness, or killed by another, but the boy's death was very quiet as he slept through until he stopped breathing entirely. The blob may have liked the boy somewhat, only because it learned that, like the boy, it too was shunned away due to some kind of fault. It learned to morph itself to the person, creating an exact copy of the dead boy.
The blob then developed an identity as a male as he left the corpse to rot on its own and walked out of the long abandoned house and wandered, nude to everyone, as he was seen as everyone.
It wasn't long until a preacher caught sight of him and lectured the boy about being modest. When the preacher noticed that the boy didn't respond and looked at him blankly, he knew that the boy was uneducated and brought him to an all boy's school.
The school was where he learned how to read and speak, and learned things such as history, a great source of global suffering in his mind as he also learned about hierarchy of the boys as he was often the target of many bullies. And it wasn't boys alone as educators also treated him poorly. He didn't pay any mind to this as he absorbed their dislike, hate, and sick pleasures like a sponge.
One of the younger men who worked at the school seemed to be kind to him, but in reality the man had an eye for boys, often watching as they played. This man had his eye on him and the boy learned from his constant looks is something he would come to know of lust and cruel, painful desire.
One night he was shoved into a shed and was locked in by a group of bullies as he absorb more of their cruelty. It was this night that the man, only in his twenties while he looked to be ten, found him and brought him to his room where he was washed down. He didn't understand about touching, but he absorbed the idea of a different hunger, lustful hunger as he was taken that night without complaint as he learned the painful lesson of child molestation and rape.
It didn't last long as the man was found out with another boy, who cried and screamed, allowing the preacher go into rage as he more or less beaten the man to death for his sinful crimes of stealing innocence and lusting after the same sex for animalistic satisfaction.
Soon the school was burned down and he escaped back into the forest where years later, much had changed and he grew slowly into a teenager and was taken in to a biker gang, when motorcycles were developed to be better and became a sign as rebellion and a community that only the bikers can understand. The women were more attracted to him as they designed the outfit and the men introduced him to alcohol, drugs, and smoking. He learned how to kill another life and laid a woman, both willing and unwilling. He soaked all the suffering, pain, hate, every negative feeling he had ever come across as he silently left once again and it will be more years until he experience an even greater suffering.
0o0o0o0
He still looked like a teenager, and emotionless as the day he morphed into the dead boy he met decades ago as the world changed, but not its suffering. He was walking through a large town when he was onslaught with a new kind of suffering as he heard women crying and men shouting in anguish to God, asking why.
For some years he had not seen another child running and laughing in the streets while women who were carrying were found in the alleys, murdered and the fetus torn out of the abdomen.
Soon no woman was recorded to have been carrying while pictures of children from newborns to those shy of the adult age were displayed.
This was the suffering of families loosing loved ones, an unknown to him.
He had enough of the sadness and left to be somewhere alone… He had absorbed so much suffering that he wasn't able to comprehend what he had absorbed. To him, suffering was his source of survival that started out as shock of nightmares and had grown into something more deadly. For another set of years, he wandered around the frozen tundra of Russia that was void of any life as far as he was concerned, or so he thought.
"That was when I saw a group of survivors that were taking refuge in the frozen no man's land, where apparently one of the members knew an old abandoned building that his great, great grandfather had built in case war was to reach and harm him and his family." Ferrowim said as he placed the perfectly hand drawn magic circle on the ground, causing it to glow and created a larger version on the ground. "That should do it." He said as he mentioned America and Prussia to bring the unconscious Germany and lay him down in the center of the circle. "Now he'll be able to sleep without feeling the pain Brother is no doubt causing."
"About that, how did you split?" America asked. "I mean, I'm sorry about all the shit you went through and all, but… Let me get this straight…"
"Go on."
"You're a sponge of all kinds of negative suffering… right?"
"Aye."
"But towards the end you mentioned that you experienced suffering of a lost loved one, and that expected mothers were being killed because they were carrying kids…?"
"Aye."
"Are you saying that Fern is the only kid in the world she's in?"
Ferrowim tilted his head to the side. "Why should I answer a question that's quite obvious?"
"They didn't need to know that…" She said, showing how much older she seemed.
"I'm sorry… But they need to know sooner or later… And you're going to have to tell them how we came to be."
She paled as she avoided all eye contact with anyone.
"We're not going to like hearing it… are we?" Prussia asked.
"It all depends…" Ferrowim said as he continued. "Well, I only briefly saw the group of survivors before going my own way and the next time I saw any of them…" He then looked at the girl. "I think you should finish this part."
She shook her head as she bit her lower lip and clutched the front of her white with blue flowers dress.
Ferrowim bent down to the girl's level, who looked away to avoid eye contact. "I know you still feel the pain from that time, but do you want that to be repeated here?"
"It's not the same!" She glared at him.
"No, he didn't get harmed the way Germany is right now, but the result will be the same, and with Brother it will be even worse… Can you afford to watch him the way you watched your father four years ago?"
"I'm not getting it." Spain said. "Did something happen?" He was ribbed by Romano, who was very serious about what was going on, even if he was just as clueless as he was.
"Fern-Lui… You are very young, but you are very bright as well." Ferrowim said. "It's entirely up to you what you should do. In the end it is you who will make a difference…"
She started to hiccup as tears fell from her eyes as she looked at the unconscious form of Germany and walked to where he was, an inch away from the out most edge of the circle. "I grew up as an only child, in both sense of the word. I was the only child of mein vati and mamma, and all my aunts and uncles have lost theirs like many other mommies and daddies." She started. "I was only five years old, and I didn't understand why Vati and my uncles always had to head out for weeks, sometimes months on end when I really wanted him to stay." She took a deep breath. "I got angry, and told him that I hated him… and ran off outside."
She had her thick jacket on and her wool cap as she trudged through the snow in her thick pants and boots. She didn't wander off too far from where the building was located, but there were signs of childish angry tears over her flushed face as the icy wind just seemed to irritate her. She didn't look where she was going, as a cluster of leafless trees were seen.
"I didn't see the opening… the snow can really trick the eyes to think that it's still solid ahead…"
She went towards the trees, only to take a step and nearly had a sensation of falling before being grabbed behind and flew backward, not missing a startled cry of her savior as she fell into the snow as she heard what sounded like a twig being snapped in half. She got up from the snow and crawled until she clearly saw the edge she almost fell into.
"I looked over at the edge…" She said as she wrapped her arms around herself, gripping her upper arms as she started to shake as her eyes focused on the German. "And what I saw was…"
Red. A trail of red starting from the sharp rock at the very edge of the drop to the clearing at the bottom, where a built body was lying face down, and the black winter coat and hood blocked her view of her savior. She carefully climbed down and when she got to the bottom, the pure white was dyed a sickening red where the head is located. She reached out her hand on the hood and pulled it back to see the same short blond hair that's so much like her own, and the profile of the strong face, frozen with shock as life wasn't seen in the light blue eyes and slightly parted, pale blue lips.
"VATI!" She screamed as she started to shake. "Get up! Get up! You have to get up!" She pulled the shoulder to move him onto his back, only to scream out in horror.
"It look like someone slit his throat with a rusted, crooked saw!" She screamed as she cried and held her hands over her eyes, not wanting to see anyone as the image was clear in her mind. "I knew then he was dead! I was so scared! I didn't know what to do! I couldn't go home! And I said those awful words to him! I didn't mean it! I didn't!" She cried as everyone was silent after hearing the tragic experience.
Italy wanted to hold the girl, but Ferrowim did so as he continued.
"I happened to be in the area when I heard her crying." He said as he stroked her back.
The man wandered through the forest when he heard her scream and calmly walked to where he heard her crying. He had felt the pain of loss before, but never this strongly. As he found her, she was over on the corpse's chest, crying as the blood showed that the man died not too long ago. But as he watched on, the pain the girl radiated was not something he was strangers with, but at the same time he didn't understand the strong emotion behind it. He heard of the word 'love', but he did not understand the meaning of the word, for he has not witnessed such in practice.
"I'm sorry… Forgive me Vati… I didn't mean it… I don't hate you… I love you… I just don't want you to go again… I always miss you when you go because I love you so much… I'm sorry… I didn't mean it… I don't hate you… I don't hate you…" She rambled as she started to hiccup.
He went up to the corpse and crying girl and looked at the face of the man that the girl is crying over. He bent down and closed those eyes, finding it slightly disturbing although he had seen such dead eyes before as the girl looked his way.
"W-Who are you…?" She asked, slightly fearful of the stranger as her energy was spent with crying and held onto the coat of the corpse like a life line.
"I have no name." He said, after all his years of existing, no one bothered to give him a name.
"Why?"
"I was never given one." He said, as he found a certain attraction towards the girl. "What are you doing here?"
She explained what had happened before bawling out more onto the dead man's chest. "I wish I can turn back time so that this doesn't happen… I wish he's still alive…"
"Is that truly your wish?" He asked. "You wish he would be brought back, just how he was before this?"
She nodded. "More than anything!"
He placed a hand on her head, stilling her fits for a moment. "I know one such spell that can make that wish come true, but there is a price to it."
"What is it?"
"Your very being." He said. "This very spell will disregard me the ability to be solid. So, in other words I need to use you as a host to hold me so I can continue to exist. Understood?"
She looked at her vati, eyes closed as if in a peaceful sleep, but the darkening gash is a tragic reminder of what happened and nodded. "Yes…" She said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Come closer than, your tears are needed."
"My tears?"
"Yes. Now cup your hands, so that the tears can gather."
She did so and watched through the falling tears as they gathered onto her hand as the man chanted an unknown language as she started to glow.
He placed his other hand over the open neck wound and gasped at the surge of emotion that was going through him from the child to the corpse. He continued to chant as his heart, the one he didn't realize he had, started to beat rapidly and he felt his own tears going down through his eyes. It was warm and it made him feel… nice was the word he never thought he would use, but that's the only way he could've described it. He stopped chanting and saw that the girl's cupped hands were filled with her tears. "Now… you gently pour the tears onto his neck." He said, his voice nearly choked as he told her.
She did just that and saw that the wound closed itself until it looked like the wound never existed, not even a scar was seen. "Amazing…" She said as she felt her shoulder being squeezed.
"Now you have to breathe life into him."
"Huh?"
"You ever heard of the story Snow White?"
"Ja! Mamma loves that story!" She said as she went over and kissed her vati on the lips.
"You have to breathe air into him." He said.
"Like CPR?"
"Exactly…"
"Why didn't you say so?" She opened the corpse's mouth and breathed air into the mouth, which caused the body to jolt and she stepped back to watch her vati cough violently before relaxing and his chest was going up and down. "He's alive right?"
"Yes, he's just resting now…" He said as he cringed and held his chest where his heart is supposed to be.
"Mister! Are you okay?"
"It hurts… Why does my chest hurt? I never experienced such pain."
"Is it because of the spell?"
"Nay… It's because of something you felt about that man."
"Mein vati? Oh! You mean love?"
"Love... I never experienced that in my existence…" He started to cry uncontrollably. "Oh God it hurts so much! Is love suppose to be this painful?"
Fern-Lui, confused, scared, and sad, just watched as the strange man was losing it. "Mamma… she said that love is really great, but it can still hurt you because it can easily be broken once gained." She wiped her reddened eyes of any other tears. "We can live without it, but we can never enjoy things without it either…" She started to tear up again. "Love is everything… Even when we choose to ignore it or say bad things about it…" She wiped away her tears and smiled a bit. "Thank you, for granting my wish… Now I can fulfill my end of the bargin." She said as he doubled over. "Are you okay?"
"Nay… I… I think I'm tearing in two… I…" He continued to cry in both pain and the overwhelming feeling known as love. "I've only known the darker sides of suffering… I've never done anything to help another willingly like today… Never have I felt love… I… I can't take both emotions at once! Not after years of hate, loathing, shunning, rage, discrimination, looked down on, and hurt!"
"You sound lonely then…" She said as she hugged the man as she hummed out a song that was sweet and calming, not seeing the man starting to fade and his energy turning into two separate orbs, a white and a black. When she did realize that the solid form wasn't solid anymore, she looked to see that the man was barely holding onto consciousness. "Mister!"
"It is alright… This is how I… that is to say my two halves, are able to join you." He looked up at the girl and smiled. "Thank you… I know the beauty of such power as love… I feel… so much at ease… It's… nice…"
"Wait! Don't go!"
"I never left… my two halves are now a part of you… So I'll always be around…" He said as he completely faded away.
"Mister…" She said as she placed a hand over her heart. "It's you I should thank…" She then heard a groan and she looked back to her vati as he was waking up.
"Damn… What hit me?"
"Vati!" She called out as she hugged him and cried on his chest. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it when I said I hated you earlier! I don't mean it!"
Her vati, the spitting image of Germany with his hair in a casual, non-slicked back style, held the girl, calming her down and telling her that he's right there. Not knowing that he was dead for a good fifteen minutes.
When she did calm down they headed home, pretending that nothing had happened, but always remembering what really happened that day.
The meeting room was dead silent as both finished with their past stories.
"So…" America started, not liking the heavy atmosphere, and he doesn't read the atmosphere well. "It's obvious that you're the light orb, but what about your brother? The black orb? What does he have to do with this and why is Germany the one being screwed over?"
"Watch it, that's mein bruder you're talking about!" Prussia growled, causing the American to back away a bit, and they were five feet away from each other.
"Brother, who decided not to use the name she has give both of us, is the personification of all the horrid things that my original self has suffered and always spoke about regaining back an identity that we had once had. But unlike my original self, Brother took more of the hate and revenge aspect of the sufferings, which I blame England for, and is now not only going out to finish what we were originally created for, but also gain an identity through another."
"Meaning…" America asked.
"He's going to crush Germany's soul and take over his body as his own."
A moment of silence before Cuba, America, Hungary, France, Spain, and Canada tried to keep Prussia from killing England as the ex-nation cursed out in his native language as he was held back.
"Ve~ So, how do we stop him?" Italy cried.
"Unfortunately there's nothing you nations can do."
"So he's good as dead!" Prussia said, changing his target to the man.
"No… Well, maybe if not done successfully…"
"Dude! Just tell us before we lose our grip here!" America called out.
"Let go of me! Damnit!"
"There is a way to save him," The atmosphere calmed a little as he pointed to the girl. "But she has to go do it."
"Huh?" Was the response from everyone.
"Brother is currently in November 1961… He's silently attacking Germany when he was on his emotionally weak state."
"Oh. Fuck." Said France, England, and America in unison.
"Why can't we go with her! She's just a girl for heaven sakes! A day shy of her ninth birthday!" Romano demanded.
"And run the risk for you to run into your past selves while you're there. I do not like this anymore than you do, but she is the only one who didn't exist at that time, and therefore more likely to save Germany from my brother's oppressive, silent assassin influence."
"But she's only a child!" Austria said.
"Believe me, if there was another way I would do so." Ferrowim said with a sigh. "But alas I have done all I can. Now it's up to her."
"What can she do, da?" Russia asked calmly.
Ferrowim simply smiled. "You mentioned before that when you hold her you feel welcomed and loved. And I do believe all of us can agree from knowing Germany that he may need a bit of that. And I believe it's those simple things that can act as a defense from my brother's penetration of his soul."
"But what if your brother goes after her?" Japan asked.
"She's protected by me, and as Germany's emotional well being improves, so will his defenses against brother to protect him and her. Right now he's focusing on the weakest link of the post-war nations."
"Sounds like a damn potato bastard wannabe."
"You'd be surprised how much he fanboys the Third Reich." He said dully. "It's quite disturbing…" He looked at England. "Will you help me then? Send her to 1961?"
England was silent for a moment before sighing. "This is my mess after all… I just wish I would've gone in her place."
"Believe me, you would've made it a hell lot worse than given." He said as he looked at the girl. "Sorry I didn't give you much of a choice, but time isn't really a friend at the moment, and we wasted a lot by explaining everything."
She rubbed her eyes and stood up, determined. "I'm ready. I'm good with history anyway, so I'll know what's coming while I focus on making sure I don't leave Vati Deutschland's side!"
"That's the spirit!"
"Oh!" She took her clips off and ran up to TRNC and gave the clips to him. "Would you mind watching these while I save mein vati from being… you know."
"Uh, sure, no problem."
She kissed him on the cheek. "When I get back I'll owe you big time." She said with a wink before running back up to Ferrowim and England, who then dragged Norway.
"Sorry, but this requires a lot of magic caster energy to send one little girl back a few decades."
"I don't mind. As long as she gets there okay." Norway said as he looked at the girl. "But will she be able to get back?"
"After she deals with my brother into submission, then it's just a matter of knowing what's going on and I'll be able to summon them back."
"Sounds too simple."
"Believe me, after dealing with my brother, the simple things are very welcoming."
"Ve~ Fern-Lui…" Italy said as he went up to the girl, clearly concerned. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
She nodded. "I will, Mamma Italia. You just make sure no one messes with Vati Deutschland while he's out of it. Or he won't have us make pasta for a month."
"Right!" He said with a smile as England announced that they were ready. "Ve~ Please be careful and… make sure you don't leave Papa Germania's side…"
"Not planning on leaving." She said as she held his hand. "Don't worry about me, Mamma Italia, just have faith in both of us."
Italy nodded as he kissed the girl on her head and whispered an Italian prayer before letting her go. "We'll be here when you get back!"
"I know what I want for my birthday! A huge bowl of your best pasta!" She said as both laughed as she went to the center of the circle.
"Okay then…" England said as he took a deep breath. "Good Lord have mercy."
"God isn't going to help you at this current moment, British bastard." Romano said.
England momentarily ignored that as he mumbled some words to get the circle to glow before he chanted louder to get the center circle that she was standing on to glow brighter than the outer circle.
'Here we go again.' She thought as she closed her eyes. 'Brace for impact.' She then felt herself being lifted and then had a sensation of being shoved and thrown fifty miles per hour. 'I hate this part!'
Back at the meeting room, everyone saw the girl disappear from the center of the circle and the circle's glow died down to nothing.
"Well, that's that." England said.
"So, what now? Wait?" Spain asked.
"What else, bastard? Not like we can do anything besides watch Potato Bastard One in a fucking coma of all things." Romano said as he glared at said nation, only to growl. "I can't even do anything when he's like this!"
"Ve~" Italy sighed as he sat down next to the unconscious nation, hands together and started to pray.
0o0o0o0
With Fern-Lui she woke up with the rain pounding on her and she found herself in a forest of some kind.
"Where in Europe am I? I better be in Germany, or it's going to be a long and tiring walk." She said as she sighed. "First things first, find a road and-" She stopped when she heard a ruffle from the bushes behind her. "Hallo?" She said as she took a few steps away from the bushes, only to hear a growl as a black mass appeared slowly from the bushes and blood red, human eyes were staring at her.
"Hallo to you too…" Said the black mass as it morphed more to a human being, specifically a Nazi secret police officer with hair black as crude oil and a grin that would have France running to save his vital regions from being seized. "So glad we finally get to meet."
Her eyes went wide. "You're… Ferrowim's brother…" She said as she was received a spit to the face.
"I'm not a weakling like him!" He shouted as he grinned cruelly. "I decided on a name for myself, but I'm afraid you won't live long enough to know it." He lunged at her, which she quickly dodged it, and started to run anywhere at this point.
"You can't run from me!" He shouted as he ran after her. "I know why you're hear you little bitch! You think that you being here would change anything! Then you're just as naïve as that weakling!"
She continued to run, being very thankful for Germany's lap running almost every morning and all of China's and Japan's crazy speed trainings.
She managed to find a road and picked a path and continued to run, but she was caught as her dress was tugged back, making her lose balance and fell to the side, causing a few scrapes. She barely regained the idea of getting up and run again when a gloved hand was around her throat and was lifted up.
"Damn you're a pain… No wonder you were sent here… But it looks like your luck runs out when you met me, Neo Nazi." He said as he squeezed his grip around her throat. "Like it? I figured it's a better match for me than Ferro. What the hell were you thinking when thought about giving me that damn name? At least that weakling likes it, he likes it so much that he combined the name he already has with that one."
She was scratching at the gloved hands as she was having difficulty breathing.
"Look at you… Such a pretty thing all muddied and scraped up." He tsked. "Such a shame… Oh well, it's not like I'm simply going to leave your remains to be seen.
'Help… Somebody…' She thought as she couldn't see straight anymore as the grip grew tighter around her neck, cutting off any chance of breathing. 'Vati…' She felt herself slipping into unconsciousness as he heard the cruel laughter that haunted her nightmares before.
Neo was too busy watching his victim struggle that he didn't see or hear the approaching car as the head lights went on and the sound of a breaks screeching was heard as he was hit, releasing the girl and disappeared.
The girl on the other hand hit the ground and her head hit a rock, causing extreme pain to the point of passing out.
"Mein Gott! Was habe ich geschlagen?" (1)
'Vati Deutschland…' She thought as she tried to move, but her legs cramped on her as the mud made her slip back onto the ground
"Mein Gott…"
She heard the other come to her side.
"He! Bleiben Sie mit mir!" (2)
She felt being picked up by strong arms and she grabbed a fistful of fabric. "Verlassen Sie mich nicht… erfreut…" She managed to strain out and winced at the sound of her voice. (3)
"Ich muss Sie zu einem Krankenhaus erhalten." (4)
And with that, she welcomed the darkness that is unconsciousness.
Record 1: End
Translations:
(1) What did I hit? - German
(2) Hey! Stay with me! - German
(3) Don't leave me… please… - German
(4) I have to get you to a hospital. - German
Okay! I haven't got the first chapter of the second part ready, so you guys will have to wait while I go research hunting... after I do a few things that I have to take care of on my end. But anyway, I would like to hear your comments/theories/questions if you have any and... that's about it. Until we meet again!