There are no review, I'm rather sad. But you read it which also made me glad. This will be have 3 chapters. :). Hope you enjoy it.
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After having lunch and taking a rest, Gilbert suggested to coming the ancient castle to discover it one more time. This time he was successful when persuading Antonio. When they were ready to go, Francis suddenly looked up the sky then turned back.
"Unfortunate for you, Gil, let's look at the sky." Three others followed suit. Gilbert was disappointed when he saw the sky became darker, not counting thunder and lightning.
The green eyes demon was very annoyed. 'What the bloody hell's with the fucking storm?' He didn't imagine what the stupid prank his lover was doing. He thought that and then the sky began to darken suddenly, there was quall. The trees were shaking strongly. They can't move in the storm, so they must stay at the tent which they set up from the noon to wait the storm was over. At night, outsides seemed fine; the four went out to come back to the place of Francis's car.
When they come there, Francis yelled and got into panic. A big tree was broken and crushed his car.
"Maybe the cause was that storm." Antonio said.
"Mon Dieu, impossible." Francis couldn't remember any big tree was near he parked his car. Three people looked each others, wondered what way they could come home.
"It's dark now, this place is so uncultivated, and we can't ask anyone for help." The voice was still Antonio's.
"Probably that castle will have someone can help us." Gilbert raised his voice. This time was sure they had to come there or they would sleep in the forest. If someone in that castle couldn't help, they might ask them for staying over night, then tomorrow they would find the way to come back home.
Red hair demon cursed his lover and all shit he set up in his mind. What must that storm come for while three idiots had still to go to the castle? Then he thought maybe the black hair wanted to arrange those things for being more dramatic. The demon watched his bloody comic so much.
After standing in front of the castle, they saw its gateway was opened like the castle was waiting someone. They entered, Francis knocked the door and there wasn't anyone to reply. Then they discovered the door was unlocked, Antonio and Francis felt wrong but Gilbert said maybe this place was deserted. They decided to stay at here one night. When they were inside the castle, Francis turned his flash-light on for the place was so dark. They looked up and saw a portrait which was put on the wall. It was a picture of a young man, short blond and sky blue eyes. There was a title tablet in the below, it's word was 'Alfred.. F. Jones."
"Maybe that is the castle's owner, look, the picture is so old." Antonio watched the portrait and commented. After two others looked the picture and turned away to see around inside the castle. There just were Antonio and Arthur saw that picture. Arthur looked surprised when he saw the new hair and the name his lover chose. When the portrait Alfred saw Arthur was watching it and it turn and grinned with the demon. The green eyes demon still was staring the picture while Antonio screamed. He forgot that the Spaniard was still in here and watching the portrait. When hearing the scream, two others ran back, asked franticly.
"Something happened, why you screamed like that?" Gilbert was surprised when he saw the pale face of his Spanish friend.
"That picture just gr…grinned…so scary." Antonio answered and trembling. But when they looked, the portrait was normal.
"I...I had just saw it grinned, how could…" The leg of Antonio was tremble.
"You imagine so much, Antonio." Francis shook his head and said that.
"Just the coward, only scare the bullshit." Gilbert added. But Antonio talked back.
"But I'm sure the picture grinned. It grinned with Arthur…Arthur, you saw it, right?" Francis slung his arm over Arthur's shoulder and pulled him closer.
"Don't draw Arthur into your hallucination. Why don't you admit that you just casper milquetoast." The French glared at his friend. Antonio looked Arthur like he was begging him let talked that he was right.
"Sorry Antonio but I didn't see anything…Maybe you missed something." The demon shook his head; his mind was taking the oath for the stupidity of his idiotic lover.
"Arthur, you don't have to talk like that for him. He's just a coward." Antonio became darker when he heard the insulting comment of Gilbert.
"You don't look like you're so brave." Antonio snapped at the albino.
"Come on, stop arguing, you should be quiet, Gilbert. And Antonio, you just missed." Francis said, he got so bored for his friend's obnoxiousness. Antonio was silent, he tried to think that he missed himself, but he totally couldn't feel that was hallucination.
"I think we should discover this castle." Gilbert said enthusiastically.
"You still have that intention, Gil." The French asked.
"Of course, so you have any problem. Maybe the story of Antonio made you scared."
"Absolute not, let's does what you want. But, how's about you, Arthur?"
"I don't have any problem. It's alright." The demon said that. And Gilbert looked at Antonio.
"Will you go with us, Antonio?" The Spaniard was hesitant. He didn't want to go but totally didn't want to stay with that scary portrait as well. So he nodded, staying with someone was better no matter what.
The four went to upstairs; Gilbert held the flashlight and led. When they reached a door, the albino opened it and stepped first. After over viewing the room, Francis commented.
"They're so old." When he finished his sentence, the door suddenly closed. Antonio looked that door hysterically. On the door's face, there was a picture liked that portrait which they had seen before.
"Look, it's again." He shouted, Gilbert looked his friend and said despisingly.
"It's just a picture, maybe the wind made it close." The albino had to calm himself with that thought since he knew there wasn't totally any wind. He gave the flashlight to Francis, came into the door and tried to open it. But that was useless for the door was locked from outside. Then Gilbert was startle because Antonio screamed again.
"It's again, the picture." Gilbert jumped out from the door. When they looked the picture, it truly changed. The young man in the picture, Alfred was smirking with them. Three men looked at each others while the man's eyes in picture looked up the wall across them. The group turned back to follow Alfred' eyes. The trio was in horror when the wall began to appear words which were written with blood. Francis lighted his flashlight on the wall to see those words clearly. They said that.
'Want to get out of here, leave a finger.' When a final word appeared, they saw the below of the wall have a big knife seem very sharp.
The red hair demon turned back and smirked with his lover. The other blinked at him while the trio were still panic.
"What do we have to do now?" Antonio asked in horror, his two friends maintained the silence. No one wanted to sacrifice their finger. But something would happen if they didn't do that.
"We have to leave a finger. Someone should sacrifice it." Arthur raised his voice. The demon innocently looked three human who was scared in front of him. Francis gulped the air in his mouth to get more courage, and then he said.
"Gilbert, you do it. This is your idea, now you have to be responsible with it." The albino widened his eyes when he heard his friend. He still wanted to retort, the Spaniard said next.
"You always said that you're the most awesome, and would settle anything for us. Now, you should do as your words." In order for Gilbert not to talk any word, Antonio pressed his hand down and held tight. Francis reached the knife which put next to the wall, unhesitant cut off a finger of his friend. The albino cried in pain and when he saw his finger was parted. Blood was flowing from the cut; Arthur tore a piece of cloth from curtain and covered the cut. He wanted to get out of the room soon so that he could watch three idiots who call good friends themselves would do what to deal their demons next game.
After Gilbert's finger was cut off, the door automatically opened. They rushed out of the room hurriedly and found a way to escape from this horrible castle. But when they were out, they couldn't see where the stairs was. The castle became a maze. In stead of the stairs, they reached another door and were forced to step in. And after they had entered, the door immediately closed. This time the blood words appeared on the table put in the middle of the room.
'Want to get out of here, leave a hand.' When they saw those words, Antonio again cried in horror.
"I said in the beginning that place have problem, all of you didn't hear me. Don't talk about you want to discover this damn castle. Let's deal with it now."
Francis looked Gilbert, but this time he took a glare from the albino.
"I admit I invited you come with me, but you also agreed, didn't you? I had to take my responsibility. Now it's your turn, Francis, you next." Gilbert stared in Francis face.
"Why…me?" Gilbert smirked when he watched Francis's face became to be paler.
"Of course you are, you weren't the first one who agreed my suggestion, were you? It's your turn; you must take responsibility for your decision." Gilbert snapped his friend.
Francis kept silent, he couldn't talk any word. His eyes looked Gilbert, and then looked at the words on the table. It couldn't, he couldn't cut off his hand. Moment later, Gilbert said again.
"You can't do that yourself, Francis. Maybe you want we help you, it's alright." Francis stared when he saw Gilbert pulled the knife which he used to cut the albino's finger.
"I took it before in case something'll happen. It'll be very useful. Now, I'll help you, Antonio." Gilbert looked the brown hair man, he understood immediately. He didn't want to stay at here for any moment. So Antonio came near, pushed Francis on the table by his strength. He grabbed Francis's hand and held it out. Gilbert let the knife down unhesitant. This time, Francis had to cry loudly for the pain. Later Antonio ripped the cloth of the curtain and threw it into his friend. But the French was so pain that he only cried and couldn't do anything. Arthur had to cover the cut for him.
The demon was so excited. So excited, he wanted to see the face of his lover now. Absolutely the other demon was irritating for this, but not yet. The game was still long; the problem about who was winner would be settled later. He watched three men who willing to sacrifice their friend merciless with the satisfied eyes. This was worth with his effort.
The door opened automatically as soon as the hand was cut off. After covering Francis's injury, they got out of the room immediately. But things weren't better, the maze was welcoming them. They walked around for an instant; the horrible maze took them to another door.
"I won't step into there." Antonio yelled loudly.
"You come there or you want to stay at this fucking maze forever. It's not another chance for us. We don't have any time for you." Gilbert said and turned the knob.
The same liked two rooms before. The door closed when all of them stepped into. Gilbert and Antonio kept an eye on Arthur. This time, he would take challenge of the room if they wanted to get out. Francis didn't talked a word, he nearly didn't have his mind anymore after the event he was cut his hand.
'Want to get out of here, leave an arm.'
This time, the bloody words appeared on the face of the door. Gilbert and Antonio hesitantly looked Arthur. They really hesitated, didn't want lay a hand on him. The demon was quiet; he was waiting the next action which these guys would do. Francis was the first one reacted. He rushed into his 'lover', grabbed his shoulder and looked him with the crazy eyes.
"Your turn, Arthur. You were the one who agreed next, you had to cut off your arm. We'll get out of this place." He shook Arthur's shoulder brutally; Gilbert came and pushed him away. Francis stared his friend. With a surprising speed, he jumped into and snatched the knife Gilbert was holding, pointed it on Arthur's face. He approached slowly, mumbled like a psycho.
"Hurry, hurry Arthur. Cut your hand off and we'll leave here." Arthur didn't react, he was waiting. Francis held the knife and rushed into the place Arthur was standing. Two others acted at the same time, Gilbert held Francis, and Antonio pulled Arthur aside. The French jerked himself off Gilbert and pushed him, he turned back and shouted.
"I'm just helping us get out off here. What the fuck are you two doing?"
"Calm down, Francis, just slowly." Gilbert said and Francis didn't stop his shouting.
"Slowly, when you cut my hand, why didn't you do slowly? I knew, you were enraptured him. I saw you eyes stuck on Arthur in the first meeting. So you two want to kill me and steal Arthur from me, aren't you?"
"Shut up, Francis, Arthur don't love you."
"Why do you know, Gilbert, Arthur talked about that with you, hah."
"Of course, he said he was tired of your arrogance. He said that he love me."
"You fucking liar, that can't be supposed to happen. I don't expect this; I'm so stupid that I could bear both of you until now. One always grins stupidly at the whole time, so hopeless that anyone can lead by the nose. The stupid other claim himself awesome, think himself strong enough to bully weakers. And now, you declare that Arthur love you, very good, Gilbert."
"What was about you, always make trouble, and then call us to clean those shit for you. You think you have some attraction and you can be arrogant, despicable anyone. I also don't understand why I can see you such as friend." This time Gilbert didn't hold back any more.
"You're right, I hanging around with you only to shine myself. People would know I'm different from you idiots when they saw. I did that only so that you cleaned my trouble. You think why I'm still friend with you; I just took advantage you two for my purpose. And now my purpose is I have to get out of this fucking place. I'll be regardless anything."
Then Francis held the knife and ran into Arthur and Antonio. Gilbert grabbed him rapidly. He looked Antonio and the Spaniard got his thought. He snatched the knife from Francis. Gilbert held the cut arm of Francis and the brown hair man again cut it off. The French cried painfully, used the uninjured hand to hold the cut one. Antonio later left the knife on the floor. He looked Gilbert and asked worriedly.
"Why you cut that arm, it got used to cut off once. What'll happen if the room doesn't accept it?"
"I didn't think about that." Gilbert worried too; he really didn't pay attention that.
But later the door opened, they sighed on relieve. They totally ignored the 'so-called' friend screamed in pain. They stepped out of the room, this time Gilbert threw his arm over Arthur's shoulder. They forgot the knife. And Francis saw it, he held it by the other arm, cried out crazily and jumped into three others.
Gilbert caught it immediately, snatched it away Francis's hand and shoved him on the floor. He grabbed the knife, pressed on Francis. Antonio held him tight, Gilbert used the knife stabbed the French mercilessly. Blood threw every where, Gilbert only stopped when Francis didn't move any longer. Two men slowly stood up from the French who now was a corpse.