Part Two: One more Miracle

Chapter One

This is Part Two of the RusCan Monster's Heart. It's a sequel and will be based more off of the original as well. I wanted to leave it at the cliffhanger, but I decided to make a second part with a new part of the curse. It may not be as good as the first part and I apologize for that if that's the case. I believe it should be pretty accurate to the first part though.

Enjoy, review, thank you :3

OOOOO

"Matthew! Matthew wake up!"

"Don't die!"

"Don't leave me!"

"Matthew!"

ooOoo

"The whole house will blow up with us inside, I know." Bul said. "That's the plan… my life has been wasted to find you… I want to make sure you're dead… and I want to see Roma again…" His grip on the lighter tightened. "You and me will die together…"

"If you're willing to die… then so be it…" Ivan tried lifting himself up again but he simply couldn't, he fell back onto the bloody ground. "I-I have nothing to live for…" He smiled a bit. "Any life that I have lived took place within the last few days…" He could remember Matthew, the boy he had carried in and tried so hard to keep alive. The boy he had saved and took care of, who had actually cared for him, who loved him enough to break the damn spell they were under… the one that he had fallen in love with. "I've had enough… I'm ready to die… so I can see my sisters and my parents…"

Bul looked down at Ivan, there was nothing left now. He closed his eyes and flicked the lighter on. Within seconds, one small flame had set everything burning, flames and smoke filled the room within a minute, working it's way down to the basement where gas was used as their power source. Ivan closed his eyes, he knew it was over… it was the end of his story. He smiled though, even in the mist of the heat a tear managed to roll down his cheek. He had felt human again, he didn't care anymore. The pain was gone, soon he would be free… the story was over…right?

"Even when you finally die, the curse will never be lifted off of you," Bul yelled. "Your next life will suffer, and the next, again and again always. The curse will never disappear." Bul watched as the fire engulfed the both of them. "It will never end! It will always be there Ivan!"

OoOoo

One more miracle... just for me...

Matthew's foot tapped against the floor as he concentrated hard on his test, he knew he had to be half way done with it by now. He hated midterms, they made him edgy but he was prepared- he had this one! Unlike his dear friend who struggled with the first half of the test just a few seats away. He looked over toward Alfred to see him struggling once again, he smiled a bit toward Matthew and winked, then went back to his test. Matthew calculated the next answer, punching it into his calculator and trying to find the answer that fit.

Since it was midterms, the administrator of the college often walked around the hallways, peeking into each class to see if anyone was cheating or such. He walked past the first door of the room, peeking in slightly, then walked to the next peeking in again through the glass opening of the door. Matthew looked up toward the door that crept open; his foot stayed still now. He watched as the man stepped in and lifted something out of his pocket. Matthew's eyes widened in terror as the man lifted the gun up toward Matthew, his blank eyes piercing through him, and his smile widening with pleasure.

Matthew screamed.

The administration guy quickly came in as the professor quickly went to Matthew to try to calm him down as he grabbed onto his head and continued screaming as the students backed away a bit, completely broken from their concentration of their tests. The professor grabbed onto Matthew's shoulder as his screaming stopped and turned into fearful panting. "Do you need to go to the nurse again?" She asked. "Come on, let's go to the nurse Matthew." She helped him up from his seat as he violently shook, the class staring at him and his freak out once again. Alfred frowned as the professor led him out of the class with the administrator. "Return to your tests!"

It hurts... it scares me... why won't... it all stop?...

Make it stop...

It hurts too much...

Ivan... help me...

"Are you feeling better?" The nurse looked over him and removed the hot cloth from over his eyes as Matthew opened his eyes, squinting at the light above him. "How do you feel?"

"Better," Matthew sat up a bit.

"Does your head hurt still?"

"No,"

"Do you feel dizzy or nauseous?"

"No,"

"Good. Those pills helped then," the nurse took the cloth and places it into the sink of the small office. "You should rest for another few minutes and then ill let you go."

"What about my test?..." Matthew rubbed his temples a bit.

"You'll have to take it up with administration."

"R-right..." Matthew sat up off the cot and stretched a bit. "Until then I should just... Go home?"

"That's right, get some rest. You can talk to them in the morning."

"Thank you ma'am," he smiled softly toward the nurse then left out the door into the hallway.

It still hurts...

He walked out the front door to the beating sunshine upon him, which made him cover his eyes at first but he got over it and wondered down the stairs of the campus. He checked his phone once again to see multiple texts of "are you okay?" Or "Mattie call me," or "Mat do you need any help?" Plus multiple phone calls, many of them from Alfred and several students in his class. He deleted them all without opening any of them, then threw his phone back into his pants pocket. He wondered his way back to the dorms and quickly laid down on the bed, ignoring the calls of his roommate, he just wanted Alfred to shut up for once.

He plopped on his bed, curling up and covering his head with the pillow as Alfred called him still and tried to talk to him. Eventually, he stopped. Matthew closed his eyes and tried resting once again but he couldn't get the images out of his head, the sounds echoed. The gunman, the blood, the sounds of screaming, then the fire, the crying, the sounds of yelling once again... The sound of a pounding heart beating. It frightened him, that sound never left his head once the room was silent. He pounded and pounded, getting louder as Matthew panicked or became frightened. His breathing often quickened, his own heart pounded just as fast as the one in his head... But they weren't the same...

His heart ached... He felt pain reoccurring through his body, it climbed up his body and wouldn't ever go away... He hated the silence.

Only the pills the doctors had given him made the pains and nightmares go away, he craved them instead of the horrible pain...

Almost two years later and it all still kills him...

"Mattie!" Alfred's voice called him as he slowly opened his eyes to the sunshine coming through the window, hitting the top of his head. "Mattie wake up, class is in an hour." Morning already?... He reached for his glasses he had thrown off to the side last night, then slipped them on as he sat up in the bed. He rubbed his eyes under them then fixed his glasses to look at Alfred "That kid across the hall brought us some bagels."

"You mean Soo?" Matthew mumbled.

"Yeah the Im guy."

"His name is Im Yong Soo, Alfred. Don't start mocking him again and calling him "that kid" okay?"

"Well maybe if he knew proper English-"

"He does, you're just an asshole."

"Ouch! Harsh!" Alfred threw the bag of food at the boy then grabbed his captain America sweatshirt he wore so often. "I'll meet you at class."

"I have to go to administration about my test..." Matthew looked through the bag.

"I'll see you later anyway," Alfred waved as walked out, passing the Korean student who had brought them breakfast on the way out.

Matthew sighed and sat there for a moment, then took a bite of the blueberry bagel he found at the bottom of the bag. He took a few bites then looked over to the fluffy stuffed bear he had at the corner of the bed. He reached for it and put it onto his lap as he put the bagel back into the bag and took a look at the bear. "Even you aren't helping with these nightmares," he glided his finger through the bears fluffy face. "Huh, kuma?..." He took a deep breath and let it out, closing his eyes and simply breathing slowly and deeply for a moment.

The same sound came back...

The aching heart came back...

He grabbed onto his chest and tried breathing normally once again but it wouldn't work. He panted again, heavy and hard. His body shook a bit. He held onto his chest still as he began sweating. He wanted to scream, he opened his mouth to scream but not a single sound came out of his mouth. He gasped then fell back as the pounding stopped and he could finally breath again. He panted heavily again as he laid down still looking up at the ceiling.

It hurts...

Make it stop...

Take the pain away...

... Help me ...

ooOoo

"Have the scars healed?" Matthew looked across the diner table toward the older Russian. Ivan took a sip of the water and then looked back toward Matthew.

"Partly..." He pulled his scarf up a bit. "Scars last forever da?"

"Yeah," Matthew drank his coffee, "But some do heal enough."

"My arm healed, mostly. My shoulder still hits a bit." He rolled his shoulder around. "Some things won't though, which I'm fine with..." He looked toward Matthew "But you,"

"What about me?"

"Are the nightmares still hurting you?..." Ivan questioned, Matthew almost immediately paused and placed the cup down, staring down for a moment. "Matthew?"

"It's not going to stop..." Matthew whispered. "I can't concentrate in school, I can't talk to Alfred or my father... I can't live here... People still know and they still- attack me! With their words..." He wanted to cry again "The noises are sill echoing and the images are still there..." Ivan looked at him motionless then looked away, thinking for a moment. "I can't stop it... I want to get away from it..."

"I can take you away..."

"What do you mean…?"