A/N: Hi guys! I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE. SCHOOL SCREWED ME UP WITH MY SCHEDULING FOR WRITING AND IT'S FRUSTRATING ME. SO MUCH.

So. I'm still deciding on a definite day to update this. So far, I am leaning towards Fridays, but if I have pep band, then I will update on either Saturday or Sunday. And I may move it to every other week versus every week. I have two AP classes and 1 college class. And I know there is one person just like "pssh…whiner." BUT IT'S A LOT FOR ME OKAY?!

In my AP Lang class, we have this grammar book. It makes me paranoid. Why? Because I feel like I'm writing like an amateur high schooler. Which, even though I am a high schooler, I do not want this, because one day I plan to publish stories. And, as they say, habits die hard. So, if the writing style is slightly different, it is because I am trying to use some of these tools to practice.

But, enough rambling. Enjoy the chapter!

(This is a key, so you know what is being said)

Authors notes/ Written words on: walls, furniture etc…

Words on paper

Regular text, conversation

Future letter thingie mashwaber majig.

No matter how many times I think about this situation….

Nothing could have prepared me for what I had seen in that room.

Vash flips on the light. The room itself is rather bland. Compared to most rooms, there is not that much blood around. Aside from the wall facing the door. There is a body pinned up on the wall, a line going down his abdomen. His ashen face is downcast, and his once lively blue eyes are dull and void of life. His glasses are broken, one lens shattered, the other missing all together. There is caked in his hair.

I cover my hand with my mouth, suppressing the scream trying to free itself from my throat. Vash has a grim expression on his face as he walks up to the body.

It's hard to think that just yesterday, I had been joking around with Alfred. And now, here is. Dead. Impaled on a bloody wall.

Even though Alfred has been dead for only a few hours, there are already maggots coming out from the gaping hole in his abdomen. Vash grimaces when he gets near Alfred. "Feliciano. Help me get him down."

"H-Huh?"

"We can't leave him up here!"

"R-right…"

Up close, Alfred looks so much worse. He is nailed to the wall, blood dripping down from the wounds. Long since dried tears are on his cheeks. I grimace, fighting the urge to vomit. "God…he must have been in so much agony…" Vash says nothing as he starts looking for something to get Al down.

After five minutes of searching in vain, Vash sighs in frustration. "I have no idea how we can get him down."

"Maybe we can try to pull the nails out of him with our hands?"

I don't know what I had been thinking then. But I wish I had never suggested it.

Vash shrugs and tries grabbing one of the nails. The second he touches one of them, Al suddenly jerks his head up, letting out a bloodcurdling scream of pure and utter agony.

I jerk back when Alfred starts screaming. That bit of light had returned to his eyes.

"What's going on?! He was dead three seconds ago!" I scream

"This house is screwing with us!" Vash yells above Alfred's wails of pain and anguish.

"Please…just kill me!" Al screams out. "I can feel them eating me!"

"Vash…What do we do?"

Vash has a drawn out expression as he contemplates the situation. He pulls out a gun from his waistband. "I'm sorry, Alfred." He holds the pistol to Alfred's head before pulling the trigger, painting the once white wall red with the insides of Alfred's head.

The room become's eerily silent after Al's pain filled screams die out.

Silence was really rare in that mansion. Almost in every room, someone was screaming, and in the corridors, there were the moans of the monsters roaming them.

Vash clears his throat. "We…we should leave."

"But, shouldn't we get him down?"

"Let's just get out of this room and find everyone else."

I exit the room, with Vash still looking at Alfred's body.

I shouldn't have left without him.

As soon as I pass the threshold, the door slams shut with a resounding BANG! I rush to the door, knocking on it. "Vash! Vash!"

I hear slight swearing before he speaks. "Feliciano, you gotta go. I'll get out and find you. Somehow."

"But…"

"Go! Something will find you and kill you. "You have to find the others and tell them what happened."

"A-Alright. Good luck, Vash, and stay alive."

"Luck is for those in a hopeless situation."

Even though he says that, I still find our situation rather bleak and hopeless.

I run from the door, muttering under my breath. "I'm sorry, Vash."

Eventually, like you would expect, I come across another page from the journal thing.

S-, why did I - - -, again?

I can't- brother. These monsters…they're going to be the - - - - we aren't careful and they manage to - the mansion.

I hope - doing alright. Knowing that neither me nor - will see you again.

I've come to that realization when I could no longer find tha - front door.

Please….don't come in here.- - - - love -

The rest of the letter is covered in blood and cannot be read.

It appears that this letter was written before the previous one.

"Oh, fratello….where are you?"

"Feliciano? Why are you here?"

I recognized that voice. Normally, I would be thrilled to hear him. But right now? After what I just saw? How could I face him?

"M-Matthew?"

How could I possibly tell him his brother is dead. And that I saw him die and did nothing to stop it?

A/N: That's it, guys. Please leave a review and I will see you probably sometime next week. Bye bye!

Characters:

Feliciano (North Italy): Alive, with Vash

Lovino (South Italy): Presumably Alive. Location unknown.

Antonio (Spain): Presumably Alive. Location unknown.

Vash (Switzerland): Alive. With Alfred's body.

Gilbert (Prussia): Alive. Location unknown.

Francis (France): Alive. Location unknown.

Alfred (America): Dead.

Matthew (Canada): Alive. With Feliciano.

Arthur (England/Britain): Alive. Location unknown.