Hey y'all! I know you probably weren't expecting an update so soon (Since when do I actually update? :3) But, this one is special.
I regret to inform you all, that I'm going to stop writing TCATS.
I know that it is awfully short notice, but unfortunately, this story has lost my interest entirley, and I don't want to continue it. Go ahead and be mad, and I'm sorry, but that's just what's goin' down ;;_;;
So, this is a chapter that will wrap up this little fiasco and, hopefully, satisfy your imagination. And, as a parting farewell, I'm asking Indie to disclaim. Indie?
Indie:...
Ind?
Indie: Don't talk to me...
Why?
Indie: I'm mad at you!
WHY?! TTATT
Indie: I think everyone will see in just a minute here...
Please do it anyway! ;;^;;
Indie: *sigh* Whatever. She doesn't own anything except me, my sibs, Maria and the plot bunny. Have a nice life.
o.o Just read!
10. Farewell, Miss Carter.
The smooth black car pulls up to a lodge, the one we're staying at if I had to guess, and stopped behind five other cars. Five? But there are only four other Nordics… I thought as Norway took the key out of the ignition. I shrugged and brushed off the thought, it was probably just the pizza guy or something.
I skipped giddily up to the dark chestnut colored door, that was the entrance to the grandieur house, and was about to knock, when I was tapped on the shoulder by a black-gloved hand. I turned around and smiled at the dark-skinned man standing in front of me. "Hello! Are you a friend of these guys, or something?" I asked him in a friendly manner. He grinned at me, but it wasn't kind. Not in the least. It was menacing and blood curdling and it sent chills racing up and down my spine.
"Well, not exactly." He told me in a calm and smooth voice, one that didn't match his smile. "I was just dropping by to take care of some business." He assured me cooly. looked around behind the man as he talked to me, searching for my sister and escort. They were nowhere to be found.
Panicking a little, I brought my eyes back to the stranger in front of me. "Yes, well, I suppose I'll leave you to it and go find my sister, then!"I excused hastily. Chuckling nervously, I attempted to walk around the man, but was stopped when he placed his large, gloved hands firmly on my shoulders. My breathing stopped as he whirled me around to face him, just in time to see him pull out a gun and put it to my chest.
I gasped as I felt my whole body shudder against the force of a bullet ripping it's way through my heart, the world swirling beautifully around me as the entirety of my weight crashed painfully to the snow covered concrete below. I could feel the blood making itself right at home outside of my body and on the ground instead, soaking my clothes as it traveled.
The dark-skinned man's face warped inhumanly before my eyes, and I briefly wondered if he was a shape-shifter. I soon realized, however, that the reason for his sudden transformation was due to my blackening vision. Oh, if that's all. I thought tiredly as my remaining energy was sucked from my veins at an alarming speed. I tried to focus those pathetic last drops of adrenaline left into my arms as I attempted to pull myself up onto my elbows, scrabbling for any advantage I could attain. Fortunately, because he's such a gentleman, our mysterious murderer felt the need to stomp on both of my elbows for me, possibly snapping them, but I'm not sure.
I cried out in pain at the new sensation I have never felt before. Yeah, they were definitely broken. The dark man laughed, guffawed rather, with a perverse humor at my increasing agony. "Ah, I just LOVE it when a client says I can do whatever I want!" The maniac cheered as he stomped harshly on the hole in my chest with his steel-toed, black boot. I screamed once again as the mutilated skin was tortured further by my killer.
I didn't have long to feel contempt towards the psychopath, for I could feel my remaining life fading away pretty quickly.
Wow, this sucks shirts! I thought to myself as searched again for some possible way to move one last time, considering it was impossible not to die with a gunshot to the heart. My efforts proved usless, once again, as I recall the tune my mom used to sing to me before bed every night, without fail. In fact, it was one I still sing to myself now, from time to time, or have Sam sing to me when I need comfort.
Tura, lura, lura,
Tura lura, lye.
Tura, lura, lura.
Hush, now don't you cry.
Tura, lura, lura,
Tura lura, lye.
Tura, lura, lura.
It's an Irish lullaby.
I always thought it strange that whoever wrote the song felt the need to inform you that it was Irish, but whatever. I mumbled the nostalgic lyrics quietly to myself as the pain continued to ebb away. All I wanted right now was to snuggle up in my afghan blanket, grab my stuffed monkey and sip hot chocolate while falling asleep comfortably.
Unfortunately, I couldn't even roll away to die peacefully in these last moments, for murder bro's boot was still clamped down harshly on my lower abdomen. I closed my eyes slowly, no longer feeling the painful song that is my heart's last beats. It sort of sounded like Bad Apple. Still a faithful nerd to the last moment, I see! The tears slipped out silently as I died, not listening to the instruction the lullaby had given them.
Hey, you ready for me, up there? I asked God as I lost the rest of my feeling. Cuz we're about to meet properly for the first time…
Sam's POV
(Written by JCScannell)
"Let go of me, you bastards!" I yelled, trying to kick free. Now, I'm not one to usually use rude language, but I am SO mad right now.
Flashback
As soon as the car stopped, Indie threw open her door, running for the house. I smiled as I watched. Norway and I stepped out of the car, and grabbed our bags from the trunk.
"Sorry about her," I said to the stoic man beside me. "She still acts very young sometimes."
"Not at all," The former Viking replied. "She is young, so it's acceptable for her to act so. Besides, I'm used to it. I did raise my little brother."
"Oh yeah, Iceland right?" Norway merely nodded in response. I like this guy. He acts kind of cold, but I can tell he cares. He reminds me of myself.
As we started walking towards the lodge, I saw a man talking to Indie. I started walking a bit faster, not completely trusting an unknown guy talking to my little sister. I can't help it, it's just my nature as the eldest of four children.
However, while we weren't far from the car, Norway and I were grabbed from behind, hands over our mouths. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me backwards, into the woods.
Present
This can't be happening. I thought to myself angrily. They had dragged us so that we were just within the woods, but I could still see the drive way. But someone would have a hard time seeing us.
Like how Indie couldn't. I saw when she turned to look for us, and didn't see us. It broke my heart.
I'm still struggling, trying to get out of my captor's grip. There were two men holding Norway down. The man had both of his arms wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my side, and a gag wrapped over my mouth. I had been trained in Mantis kung-fu and tai-chi since I was a child, but there wasn't much that I could do with my arms at my side.
While I'm struggling, I hear a gunshot.
No… No. NO!
"Let me go, you bastards!" I yell through the gag. Though it's between my teeth, it doesn't block my words.
Then, thinking that he'd get a better grip, my captor grabbed my hands, and held them so that they crossed over my chest.
Bingo. Big mistake, you idiot.
Little did he know, he just gave me the leverage that I needed. I straightened out my hands, pointing my palms forward. Then I bucked my hips backward, thrusting the top part of my body forward and down, and pulling my hands apart. This broke his hold on me, allowing me to escape.
I ran forward a couple steps, twirling to see him run at me. He tried to throw a punch to my face. I step to the outside of his arm, grabbing his wrist and putting my elbow to his shoulder. I use his momentum to shove him forward and down, so that he fell to his knees. I put my knee in the middle of his back, keeping him down. Making it quick, I quickly jerk my hand holding his wrist up, and my elbow into his, successfully breaking his arm.
I decided not to waste any more time, and ran, pulling the gag off as I did. I ran to and up the drive way, towards my little sister. Whether or not she's dead, I can't tell. The man is sitting on top on her, pulling the zipper of her jacket.
Oh no you don't, you bastard.
I ran at him, using my speed as momentum to kick him in the face. He falls backward, off of Indie.
He starts to stand up, but I don't let him. I kick him in the face again. Then I stomp his crotch. Then I start pummeling the creep. I wasn't wearing my gloves, so my knuckles connected directly to his face. His jaw. His nose. His eye. I'm so angry, so freaking mad, that I don't hold back. I straddle his chest, pinning his arms. I'm punching again. His face is turning purple, starting to deform from my hits.
"WHY! WHY? SHE'S SIXTEEN!" I yell this, and more nonsense as I pummel.
All of a sudden, I feel myself yanked off of him. I kick and struggle, screaming nothing.
"Sam! Calm down!" An accented voice yells into my ear. I look to see that Finland is holding me, a grim look on his face. "You're going to kill him."
"I know!" I yell, but my voice is weak. "I know…"
He nods. "Go to your sister."
"Indie!" I yell as I ran to her. Only now did I see the pool of blood around the teenager. I stop beside her, looking down. There's blood all over her black and purple jacket, and I guessed the source to be her chest.
I get down on my knees, moving her brunette hair from her lightly tanned face. Skin that was darker than mine, one of our only differences.
"Indie?" I ask.
I don't get an answer.
Scared, heart stopping, I put my fingers to her neck, right where her pulse would be.
Nothing.
Desperate, I put my now cold fingers under her nose, feeling for breath.
Nothing.
Knowing what happened, I collapsed in tears, falling onto my sister's corpse. I couldn't believe that it had to happen this way. Why her? Why not me? I'm the oldest, I should've been hurt, not her!
I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Sam?" I turned to see Iceland kneeling next to me, small tears in his own eyes. I sat up, looking at him. His eyes were glistening, holding his unshed tears.
"Where were you guys?" I asked, my voice small and hoarse. "Why weren't you there?"
A small tear ran down his cheek as he answered. "We weren't sure when we heard the gunshot, because it might've been other nations randomly shooting at each other. It's not uncommon, so…" He paused, swallowing before continuing, his voice thick. "We came out when we heard you screaming. That's when we realized that something was wrong…" He trailed off.
I looked at the boy in front of me. He looks younger than myself, but he's probably much older. I fell into him, hugging his shoulders and sobbing. He hugged me back tightly, letting some of his own tears escape.
Well, that was it, yo! What did you think?
Indie: I hate it ._.
I'm sorryyyyyy! I wouldn't have been satisfied unless you died! (;;A;;)/
Indie: You hate me that much?
Nuuuuuuuu! I just wanted to kill you ^_^
Indie: Oh, if that's all -.-;
Let's all give a big thanks to my Nee-san who wrote for Sam! Yay! Thanks, JCScannell! You should go read her stuff and yell at her to write more ;D
Well, that's all! I hope you have a good night, everyone!
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APRIL FOOLS!
You dudes honestly thought that was it? Baka! XD Dude, I love this story WAY too much to end it then and there! Especially Indie!
Indie: You really did want to kill me though.
Yeah, that was the truth. But still. Oh, and this was all my sissy's idea, so blame her, too!
Please leave a review telling me how much you hate me! It will make me laugh! :D
Have a good Fool's April, every-pony!
NINJA OUT! HUP!
