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Chapter 9

In The Room

Secrets - The Pierces

The room was cold; below freezing. Matthew's hands shook from the cold and his breath could be seen in front of him.

Matthew looked ahead of himself from the door. It was darker in here than the rest of the house, there was absolutely no light anywhere. He slowly got up and flinched when the light turned on and music filled the room.

A radio sat on a stool, it was old and the paint was chipping on it. It played a song Matthew had never heard before;

"Why do you smile like you have told a secret? Now you're telling lies cause you have sworn to keep it."

The voice filled the small space of the room and Matthew couldn't help but think it was a tad bit ironic.

He took a good look at the room; it was definitely something he hasn't seen before. A bed sat on the far side of the room; there were no blankets or sheets, only a lone pillow. A stand was next to it, a bag of fluids were on the stand, a leaking tube rested on the mattress with a needle, knife and whip. The mattress was blood stained, as were the walls. Which were decorated with other types of knives and other torture tools the Canadian has never seen.

A large wooden table decorated the middle of the room, a rusty scalpel was lying on it, ropes were also scattered across.

Blood was spattered on the wall in a grotesque manner, dried before it had reached the floor.

The light was yellow and it kept blinking on and off. The bulb hung down with no shade over it. It was old, a chain hung from it. But what caught Matthew's eyes was the cage sitting on the floor. Absolutely no light reached it, so he couldn't see inside.

Walking over to it, he bent down and wrapped his fingers around the bars. When he pulled, it gave away almost instantly. The cage was large and the only thing he could see inside so far was a leather strip.

Matthew reached out a shaky hand, grabbed a hold of the frozen leather and tugged. The strip was attached to something and when he pulled again, whatever it was rolled over and a pale hand fell out, limp.

The Canadian gasped, his hand flinging up and covering his mouth as he backed away as far as possible. The hand was covered in dried blood, scars and unhealed cuts decorated the hand. Matthew was about ready to pull himself under the table when he was able to see further in. A body was inside and he could see white hair peeking out into the light.

Gilbert…

Too afraid to go anywhere near the body, tears pricked at his eyes. It was Gilbert… Gilbert's body, he's dead. Matthew had found him. This isn't what he expected… No…

He felt a presence near him and somehow, it made him speak.

"I want to remember…" Matthew shouted as he grabbed at his head, legs folding up to his chest. "I want to remember you…"

…..

"I won't be able to stay for long, da." Ivan smiled, looking at the man cowering in the corner, journal pressed against his chest.

"As you well know, I have been seeing someone else for almost a year now."

Gilbert didn't respond only shook. The air was so cold, he could barely take in a breath and he wasn't even allowed to have a blanket, or clothes. "Oh, don't be that way, my little snow bunny."

Gilbert murmured.

"What was that?" Ivan asked, walking closer to the Prussian.

"I said, I'M NOT YOU'RE FUCKING SNOW BUNNY. Fucking dick! Go to hell!" Gilbert yelled but then winced, grabbing onto his head and whispered "ow" the cold has been giving him an endless migraine. He tries to refrain from speaking at all times.

"After four years, you still have fight in you, da?" Ivan chuckled, eyes sparkling as he waited for Gilbert to say more, but nothing came. It was then that he got an idea.

"Have I told you about my sunflower?" Gilbert said nothing. "As sweet as can be." The albino kept ignoring him, shivering as he stared at the ground in hopes of blocking out the stupid lump of muscle that wouldn't shut up.

"Seems like he has finally forgotten you, too" At this, the Prussian's head shot up, ignoring the pain in his head. This got his attention.

"What?"

Gotcha, Ivan thought with a smirk. "My sunflower, Matthew, was it?"

Gilbert growled, glaring, "You better not touch him, I'll fucking kill you!"

"Gilbert… Both you and I know that you can't even lay a finger on me without it being broken. I haven't hurt him… In the way I've been hurting you, anyway…" Gilbert's eyes grew wide, my birdie! He thought but shook his head,

"I… I-I'll skin you alive you fucking monster…" Ivan only giggled in response, hiding his smile behind his gloved hand.

"So intimidating, da…" The Russian brought up two fingers and motioned for the Prussian to come. Gilbert stood on shaky legs, white hair covering all of his forehead and most of his eye but it didn't cover the glare.

Ivan would never admit this, but that glare always sent a shiver down his spine. Of excitement, of course.

Despite how weak he felt, Gilbert ran forward with his fist poised in the air as he ran at the taller man. Ivan readied himself, a cheerful glint in his violet eyes when he looked into Gilbert's one eye.

The Prussian swung and hit Ivan's shoulder when he moved to slow, the Russian hissed but grabbed the back of the albino's hair and brought his face down into his knee.

Gilbert fell to the ground holding his nose. He was too weak to get back up, he had used all his energy to get up and run. "Must I always remind you of your place, Snow Bunny?"

Gilbert said nothing, just lie on the floor, staring at the wall as the blood dripped around by his head from his nose. It hurt, it hurt a lot but he couldn't do much about it, could he?

"We will be living here, shortly. I will visit you from time to time, da?"

Gilbert still didn't respond… Matthew, his Matthew will be in the same house as him… Verdammt, why couldn't he see him one last time? He'd do anything…

Matthew will be under the same roof as him and the Canadian won't even know…

…..

Ivan shot open his eyes when the front door was open and closed. Acting sick was hard work, he's been in bed for god knows how long and he was ready to finally get out.

All the others had left to work. Sitting up, he listened, waiting for the sound of the cars leaving. He got out of bed and changed his outfit. It was a simple one, one that he could dispose of easily.

Picking up the key that was hidden in the drawer next to his side of the bed, he left the room and went down the hall to the metal door that everyone claims 'can't be opened'.

He snorted, flipping a piece of metal that hid the keyhole, shoving the key inside he twisted it and smiled when the door opened. Pushing it open all the way, he went inside to find the room was empty.

Gilbert was still in the cage.

Ivan knelt down in front of it and looked inside, "Would you like some food?"

Gilbert said nothing, his left red eye glinted in the small like, almost glowing with hatred when he saw the Russian. He spit in his direction. He was covered in blood, the gauze that had been wrapped around his head to cover his right eye was falling off but Ivan didn't much care to change it.

"Nyet? Alright, then you will starve."

"W-wait!" Gilbert tried, but his voice was hoarse. Right now, he wanted water and at least something to eat. He wanted to live to see his Matthew one last time.

"Oh? So you do want food."

Gilbert nodded slowly, waiting for the thing he would have to do as trade but Ivan said nothing but got up and left the room, leaving the door wide open.

If the cage wasn't fucking locked, Gilbert would have broken out and ran out. But… That damned bastard…

About 15 minutes later, Ivan came back with a paper plate and a glass of water. They were set down in front of the cage, in Gilbert's reach and he stood up. "You are lucky I am in a good mood, pet. Or I wouldn't have given this off so easily."

Gilbert didn't question it. But he waited until the Russian left before he devoured the sandwich on the plate and drank the large glass of water.

Ivan laughed when he shut the door behind him and locked it, he planned to keep the Prussian alive till one perfect moment…

…..

Gilbert… Was alive while Matthew lived here? How had he not realized this? Matthew shook his head and then remembered something, Gilbert had kept a journal.

The presence of whatever he felt before was growing stronger and it was tugging him towards the corner where he had seen Gilbert shivering in that vision.

A pile of dark blue journals sat there, each worn out and the covers bent from a lot of use. Matthew picked up the one that sat on the top, it seemed to be the one he had seen with that vision…

He opened to a random page and began to read what was put there. The handwriting was the best he had ever seen, it was calligraphy, beautifully written but not what it was about…

One day I will be set free…

And when I escape from this makeshift hell, I will strip your flesh in heaps like you stripped my dignity; I will revel in your screams and deny you survival.

I will remove your manhood and blind you with the claws of an imprisoned beast set loose upon the innocent; I will taste your putrid blood and laugh as you blunder about in the shadows like I have for so long.

I will rape you of your senses and take back what you took from me,

In the end I will cut your fucking tendons and break marrow you fucking bastard, you cannot possibly imagine the things I will do to you.

I will feed you your own piece and laugh as you choke on the blood, I will permanently stain you with crimson.

All in good time…

The dark spirit within this fucking raven will tear you apart and spread your ribs, and take your fucking heart and eat it in front of you like a bloody apple.

I will taste freedom, and he will be in my arms again.

But until that day I must plan, then your soul will be mine, you fucking commie bastard.

I will have vengeance and taste your vile blood.

It stopped there, a splat of ink covering the last sentence. Matthew stared at the paper, Ivan… Why would Ivan hurt Gilbert? Why? Gilbert never did anything and Ivan never did anything to hurt Matthew. Well, not until recently…

But there was another entry, one that almost compelled him to read…

It's been over 4 years and I still haven't forgotten you. I remember the day we met. How I fell in love with you.

You've completely forgotten me… Why? Why would you forget? I loved you, loved you so much.

I still do!

I always will, even in death.

You are the most beautiful being in existence.

I understand that I am a crude, unsophisticated obnoxious savage…

But I can't control myself when around you, or when you are even in my thoughts.

Which is always…

Listen to me, I sound like a lovestruck teenage girl!

But I do love you, more than anything.

We made so many memories together, ones I will ever forget and I wish you never did either.

I promised to wait for you, but I left you.

I'm sorry for that, too.

Now that I'm gone I can still watch over.

Matthew, you are the love of my life through and through and though I miss you

I don't think I'll ever return.

My time as being in your life is over,

But I'll never forget you.

No matter how much I fade

No matter how much I am beaten

You were there for me.

Somehow, I believed you loved me as well.

You were my little birdie

You're still my little birdie

One that I can't stand to live without

But I'm afraid I have to leave you, its destiny

The Fates won't turn back time for me

It's like I'm trapped in an hourglass waiting for time to pass

For you to forget me

But I feel that you already have

Why?

Be happy now

Even though you know I'm gone

Just be happy for me

The ride home took a while you see

It took days and hours and memories

The memories of you as you grew up,

When you would lie in my arms.

The blond hair and purple eyes that I used to see

Now gone.

Over time it'll be like I never existed, never went extinct

I'm like the dinosaurs Birdie; no one knows who killed me

But you're strong, my love, you will survive

You will thrive and not stand in the unemployment line

Don't forget me

Though you can't even try

This albino man left his mark on the world

'Cause man,

I was awesome.

I love you Birdie, I hope you haven't forgotten me.

My time has come,

Goodbye for now.

Tears ran down Matthew's cheeks, Gilbert wrote this? About him?

"I love you too…" The words seemed to have came out of his mouth without him even trying to. He gasped when he said that, he still didn't remember much of Gilbert but his head hurt…

It hurt…

The hair on the back of his neck stood up.

He stood up, dropping the journal and ran to the door, opened it and ran out. His heart was beating so fast and he felt about ready to pass out. What was that? Matthew didn't want back in there, he wanted far away.

He hadn't been alone in that room.

Because, before he left, he had heard laughter.

Coming from the cage.

Ah~ Cliffhangers~!