Agh! I'm sorry, I lied. I didn't update it right away... But I got it done quickly today, I hope it satisfies you because now I'm starting on chapter 6! It'll be amazing, as always. But, would you expect anything less?

Just kidding.

Enjoy my awesome 5th chapter~

Chapter 5

Day 15

Bare feet ran across the forest grounds, they crunched over branches and bled from glass they have went across.

"Fick…" Gilbert panted as he ran as fast as he could, he had to get as far away from that house as possible. He knew something was strange about it when brought there!

He let out a small cry of surprise when his hoodie caught on a branch and ripped, sending him to the ground with a grunt as he bit his lip. Not registering the blood or pain, he scrambled up and pushed himself to keep running when he heard laughter from behind him. No! No, I don't want this! He screamed to himself in his head. His legs were getting tired and he could feel the burning in his legs and the dryness of his throat as he panted.

"Nein!" He cried when he felt the other grab his arm and he spun around, punching him square in the jaw. The man let out a grunt and as Gilbert began running away again, he looked towards him with a glare that promised pain and blood.

"You will regret that…"

The albino ignored the voice echoing in the back of his mind to go back, he couldn't. He wanted to live, damn it! He saw a shed and sighed happily, maybe he could hide in it! Gilbert felt the pounding on his chest from his iron cross necklace and he gripped it in his hand when he opened the door and closed it behind him.

He slid down the inside of the door, kissing his iron cross then kept it clutched in his hands. It was a necklace his younger brother had given him, he adored Ludwig. He was everything to him; he set him higher than his boyfriend… Who now had apparently snapped…

He was brought to this old house and led inside when he was attacked; 'You will only be mine...' had been whispered in Gilbert's ear before he began running away. He flinched when he felt a small scratching noise on the outside of the door.

"Gilbert… Oh Gilbert…" The other giggled,

"FICK DICH!" The albino snarled, his crimson eyes then took in his surroundings and he gasped… Oh… Oh, fuck… No… He thought, his eyes widening.

"Let me in."

"Nein!"

Gilbert got no response and sighed in relief when he heard footsteps walking away. Holding his necklace to his chest, he closed his eyes and prayed this will all be over soon. He wanted to go home, he wanted to go see his brother… He wanted away from this goddamn monster…

He heard footsteps running at the door but it was too late to react when it burst open and he flew to the ground, lying on his stomach. He curled immediately into a ball, hoping the other wouldn't hurt him.

The man bent down, gripping his chin and making him look into his eyes. "Look at me, pet." Gilbert glared at him, grinding down his teeth before he spit in the others face.

The taller man growled, slapping the Prussian across the face, before bringing him back once more, pressing their noses together, "You will never do that again, fucking piece of shit!" His hand grabbed onto Gilbert's throat, tightening just enough to make the red eyed man gasp for air. He let go slightly then whispered, "Understand…?" Gilbert said nothing,

His hand gripped tighter than before letting no air through to his lungs. Red eyes widened as they stared at their reflection into the others eyes, barely nodding his head, the taller released. "What was that?" He sneered,

"Ja… Ja, I understand…"

A grin morphed itself on the taller's face, his hand danced down the albino's neck before it grabbed onto something, making Gilbert freeze and stop coughing. "D-don't…"

"Why not?"

"Please…"

The large hand tugged loosely on the iron cross, "The last thing to remember your brother…" He smiled but then it disappeared into an empty look. One that Gilbert hated to see, because he knew the other was going to do something bad…

Finally, the man snapped back to reality before he smirked, ripping the iron cross off, beads from the necklace breaking and falling onto the ground with small smacks.

He threw it at a wall of the shed, ignoring the tears running down red eyes and the pleas coming from the man below him, he turned back to the albino,

"You… Are… Mine…"

Matthew woke up once again in the middle of the night, another dream about that shed. He was curious; he wanted to know what was up with it. Why it was so important.

But he wanted to go back to sleep, he didn't want to do anything about his curiosity till morning but then he heard whispers outside of his room door. It was two voices he didn't recognize, nor could he understand what they were saying. One voice was closer, like inside the room; leaning against the door and another was outside, whispering frantically to the other.

The Canadian sat up, looking towards the dark brown wooden door. He got up, putting on his glasses and slipping on his white slippers with a red maple leaf on top. As he stood up and walked to the front of the bed and got closer to the door, he stopped. Slowly, the door creaked open. It didn't slam nor was it forced.

He proceeded forward; the door opened all the way and hit the wall with a quiet thud. Matthew looked back to Ivan to see he was still asleep. Once looking forward, he saw two shadows. Thinking maybe it was Arthur and Alfred he walked out into the hallway. But the shadows disappeared; he was disappointed until he heard the voices again. They were descending the stairs.

He followed them down wearing only a white tank top and white fuzzy pj pants with blood red maple leaves all over them; they were a matching set with his slippers.

The voices were getting too far ahead of them so he jogged to catch up when he ended up at the back door. He was about 6 feet away from it, he watched as the golden doorknob turned slowly on its own, then opened for him. He walked through, looking out into the night sky. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the forest in front of him. Matthew could hear crickets from inside and an owl somewhere deep inside.

He felt a small breeze almost push him to it and suddenly, the forest looked almost welcoming… So he padded along the ground, clad in slippers as he squeezed between two large trees. He looked to the ground and said nothing when he saw footprints developing in the dirt before him.

He was being led by, he believed to be, the ghost that haunted the house. So, he followed them, keeping an eye on the ground and making sure to not run into anything. A gap in the leaves above sent moonlight down to the ground in front of him and he swore he could almost see a figure of a man walking.

He couldn't make out the length of hair, the shape of the body or the clothes. All he knew is that someone was there, and they wanted to show him something. So, without hesitation, he went into the opening of the forest into a flat land where close by, stood an old shed.

The feeling of the ghost disappeared and he knew he was alone. This was the shed he saw multiple times in his dreams. The door to it was loose and was moving along with the wind, opening and closing.

Matthew watched it, pondering whether he should go inside of it or not. But he figured, he's already out here, there isn't a point in going back. Plus, he was curious anyway, so… Might as well, right?

He walked forward towards it and shot out a hand, stopping the door from the closing and went inside. A long string dangled in front of him and he pulled it, a yellow-ish light illuminated the shed, the corners were still in the darkness, but at least he was able to see for the most part.

Cobwebs hung from the ceilings, the one window was shattered and he gasped when he saw what also hung from the ceiling...

It looked like a butcher shop. Knives, saws, swords and all kinds of tools were hanging, low too. They moved slightly from the wind coming in from the now open door and hit each other, making a clanging noise in the small space.

Old blood was splattered on the floor and walls, a metal table stood in the middle of the shed, cuffs hung down to the ground from chains, blood coating them as well. A small knife dug into the middle of the table, Matthew walked up to it.

He hadn't seen it there when he first walked in, so looking down at the table, he could see a small amount of his reflection blurred in the shiny metal table. Carved into it said 'Look behind you, to your right.'

Matthew complied, when he looked he saw something shine into his eyes and he flinched. He couldn't see what it was since it was in the shadows in the corner. But he saw a small chain with beads that have rolled off it.

The Canadian went up to it, getting down on his knees and pulled it out.

Blood and rust covered what he now held, he remembered that he had seen it somewhere…

It was an iron cross.