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Toris gulped down the taste of bile that had risen in his throat as Feliks pushed him into the not-so-vacant house. Toris heard the door close behind him, and the deadbolt lock. The brunette turned around and nearly had his heart beat out of his chest.

He couldn't get out. The deadbolt lock required a key from both sides.

"Shit.." He mumbled, and took a hesitant step into the room. The Lithuanian saw a few pieces of strong looking furniture, already covered in a few paint ball splatters and scratched with what looked like knife marks. The bile rose in his throat again.

God damnit Feliks...

The brunette sank into a crouch behind a thick Victorian styled love seat, which was accompanied by quite a loud creak from the floorboards.

Toris's eyes widened. He closed his eyes tightly.

There was quiet rustling from the other side of the room. The Lithuanian looked under the couch and saw a new of feet clad in leather shoes about 5 feet away.

Toris gulped and set his finger on the trigger.

He stood up slowly and faced the other man in the room. Lovino had his back turned and Toris smirked. Perfect.

Toris aimed at the small Italian and pulled the trigger, making a neon orange splatter of paint appear on the Italian's pristine white shirt. Lovino screamed as the impact caused blood vessels to pop and a bruise to form that would take a while to heal.

He heard another set of feet come running toward him, and a voice that was recognizably Antonio's, calling "Lovi? Lovi what happened?", coming from the doorway to Toris's right. The brunette turned his gun to the doorway, and just as the Spaniard appeared, shot him just above the bellybutton. Antonio doubled over and groaned at the sensation of paint ball to his skin.

Toris looked around and saw that Lovino was standing with his hands behind his head, his cheeks puffed out in a slight pout. Antonio soon did the same. Toris gulped and made his way upstairs silently.

Antonio, I told you not to move from your spot no matter what. Toris heard Feliks say over the intercom. The brunette bit his lip.

Ahhh... Lo siento Feliks~ I thought mi Lovinito was in trouble~ The Spaniard replied.

Toris gulped and made it to the top of the stairwell. He looked around and didn't see anyone. The brunette stepped onto the landing and heard another loud creak.

The Lithuanian pressed his back to the closest wall and looked around the loft of the house. He heard someone walking toward him from his left..

Toris aimed his gun to the two doors on his left hand side. He saw Tino step out silently and quickly, and the brunette was quite lucky that the small Finnish man had not noticed him right then. The brunette aimed and pulled the trigger, but missed the blond's side where he was aiming. The Finnish man spun around and aimed at the brunette and pulled the trigger.

Toris closed his eyes, expecting the sharp, hard impact of the paint ball into his abdomen but was rewarded with a sharp click from the small blond's gun, followed by a scared "perkele!"

Toris opened his eyes and watched as the blond dropped his gun. The brunette raised his own, aimed at Tino's chest, and pulled the trigger.

The blond huffed and closed his eyes tightly as he tried to wipe the paint off his clothes and the few paint splatters that had traveled to his small round face.

"Sorry.." Toris mumbled as he looked around for the last guard in the house.

The brunette looked through the bedrooms in the upstairs of the house but found nothing. Toris began to worry.

He finally made it to the master bedroom. And, much to the brunette's relief, there was a brown paper wrapped box lying on the silky looking sheets. Toris walked to the package and picked it up, thinking this was surprisingly easy. But that changed as he saw a flash of yellow to his right and a loud thump, the yellow paint ball exploding on the dark wood of the bed's headboard. Toris looked up toward the small opening that adjoined the bathroom to the master suite, but saw no one. Yet, clearly there was someone watching him.

The brunette sank down to the floor, so he was hidden by the bed, and therefore hidden from whoever was watching him from inside the bathroom. The brunette looked under the bed, and saw the shine of a leather shoe coming from inside the bathroom. Toris bit his lip.

The bed... Of course..

The slender Lithuanian slid his gun under the bed first, making sure that whoever was inside the bathroom could not see it from their vantage point. Then, he followed suit. The brunette slid himself close to the headboard of the bed, clinging to the wall. He gulped and slid his gun out from under the bed slowly, not making a sound.

Toris slid up behind the bed's headboard and took a hesitant step out, grabbing his gun from the floor quickly. The brunette gulped and slid across the wall, closer to the bathroom's opening.

He heard quiet steps on the inside from whoever was in there. Toris bit his lip hard and whirled around the corner into the bathroom. He looked around.

There was no one.

The brunette shook his head. There was someone in here. There had to be..

Then Toris heard a click to his right. The brunette turned around quickly and saw Berwald, with his gun pointed directly at his chest. The blond man chuckled.

Toris bit his lip again and did some quick thinking, which he knew he was no good at.

The brunette raised his gun and waited for the blond to fire.

Berwald closed one of his bespectacled eyes and raised his gun toward the small Lithuanian.

Toris backed up slightly before feeling the smooth, cool touch of glass to the skin under his shirt. The Lituanian's eyes widened and he looked in the mirror. A closet.

Berwald pulled the trigger.

Toris ducked out of the way of the paint ball and slipped his fingers past the door of the closet, pushing it open and allowing himself to slip inside. He heard Berwald's paint ball shatter the glass on the door he was just standing in front of. Toris caught his breath and held his gun close to him, closing his eyes.

The brunette made ready his gun and looked down at the floor, making sure he wouldn't trip on anything when he tried to make his way out again.

Toris gulped and stepped out of the closet, aiming his gun toward the Swede and firing at the tall man's stomach.

Toris watched the paint ball send splatters of color onto the man's white shirt. The Swede sighed.

"T'k' 't." He mumbled.

Toris nodded and walked back to the bed in the adjacent room. The brunette picked up the package, which was surprisingly light in his hand. He fingered the smooth paper before he realized, he had won.

He won.