My Precious Child 18- Chaos
I'm such a jerk with the cliffy, I'm sorry. Even I didn't know who got shot when I wrote it, I just decided someone was going to. Let's see who it is!
*yells thankyou at…*
Aquanova dragon: Um…sorry…thanks for quick review!
furrfurr2001: I shall tell you…*looks at clock* soonish…
ZakuroU: Su-San shall return in a blaze of furniture and stern glares! And all will be revealed *sneakily creeps away, wrapped in a bed sheet*
Enigma-hare: I never said anyone dies…but they might
Platinum: Because I'm an evil jerk…sorry
MewTangerine: Wait no more for here it is *creepy sheet turns into heroic cloak*
The Little Chibi: *imagines Rosie with le stapled eyeball and shudders*
Disclaimer: Go Hetalia! Use your 'I don't own you attack!' It was super affective!
Toris trailed off after he'd finally told Gilbert everything. The man stared ahead blankly as he waited to see what his old friend would do. The self-proclaimed awesome man had been constantly muttering into his radio whilst Toris had spoken, his officers working on locking down the hospital and calling in back up. Romano hadn't stirred but Janice had assured both men that the little Italian would be fine although he would wake up with quite a headache. Tino was still the only one awake and Toris could only think of miracle for the reason the others hadn't awoken.
That or sickness.
The small boy was hugging the dog plushy Lukas had brought him and was remaining quiet as if still taking Toris's words to heart. Not that the man was complaining. Right now there were more important things. No offense to Elizabeta and the others.
"We found your big boss's office." Gilbert explained to Toris. "But he's done a runner. No one in the hospital matches his description."
"Felicks's room," Toris got out as fear ran through him and he curled his fingers round the seat of the chair. "Have you found Felicks?" Gilbert frowned and spoke briefly into his radio. A crackle came from it signalling a reply and Gilbert cursed, shaking his head.
"The room you said he was in is empty."
"But Berwald and Lad," Toris croaked. "What about them?"
"It's empty," Gilbert said firmly, his usual persona vanishing as the situation worsened. He broke off as his radio buzzed again and turned away to speak into it. Toris's heart froze as Gilbert cursed again and kicked out at the ground causing Tino to gasp and Yao to stir. The Chinese teen remained stubbornly asleep however.
"Dammit," Gilbert snapped as he shoved the radio hastily back into its holster. "Janice, wait here with Toris. We have a situation. Call for more officers while you're at it. And tell my old man too! He needs to get here ASAP."
"Yes sir," Janice said crisply, already reaching for her radio.
"Gilbert wait!" Toris cried, jumping to his feet. "What's the situation?"
"No time," Gilbert spat, not even turning as he stood in the doorway. "Just wait, Toris please." The desperation in his voice was a stranger to Toris who fell silent because of it. He watched his old friend march out the door and disappear into the hell that was this hospital.
"Felicks," Toris muttered, slumping back down into his chair. Janice flashed him a sympathetic look but remained focused on her task. "God Felicks where are you?"
What had Fretka done? What had he ruined this time? Was someone dead? Was someone dying? Would he never see Felicks again? Was he too late?
So many questions and not one answer to them. As always, he was cut off, in the dark and unknowing. Something big had happened, something that he was obviously involved with yet here he was with now answers. It was like being told to piece together a puzzle only to find the box with the picture is missing along with half the pieces.
And then you're expected not to stress out, to try and make the best out of it, be grateful you have the other half of the pieces, be happy that you can play with something.
It's too tiring right now.
Toris is sick of not knowing anything, His head ached and as his adrenalin faded away, tiredness set in. He wanted to succumb to it but he can't, not whilst chaos rages on around him.
And so he waited, hoping that he'd hear something sooner or later.
()
It was dark where they were and Felicks wanted to cry. Fretka dragged them on and on, Lad slumped over Berwald's back and Felicks in the tall man's arms. Berwald put up a fight when Fretka came for them but the weasel of a man held Lad at gun point before knocking him out and forcing Berwald to follow his orders.
Felicks stuffed a hand in his mouth and wished with all his heart that he knew where Toris was. He wanted his adoptive daddy here and he wanted Fretka gone. He wanted Lad to be awake from his perch upon Berwald's back and he wanted the scary but tall Swedish man to have that half smile of his that he'd given Felicks occasionally.
He wanted anything but this.
They're in some tunnel that runs underneath the hospital they had only just recently been occupying. Fretka must have planned this because the entrance was in Felicks's ward, hidden by a badly painted bowl of fruit that Berwald had criticized in his heavy accent.
The walls are smooth but the floor is bumpy and Berwald keeps stumbling, nearly dropping Felicks. Fretka snapped every time this happened and Felicks would cringe, cower and shrink in Berwald's grasp.
"Hopefully the car's still there." Fretka muttered. "Or I'm stuffed." If Felicks wasn't so scared, he would have made a sassy remark (like say, stuffed like a chicken) and clicked his fingers a few times like the girls in those chick flicks Elizabeta was fond of. All he was missing was cute heels, a mini skirt and good lighting, perhaps a shopping mall.
"Where 're we g'ng?" Berwald asked finally, stopping briefly to adjust lad on his back with great difficulty. Said boy groaned but didn't wake, the blow to his head keeping him trapped in unnatural slumber.
"Away from here," Fretka snapped after a long silence. "That stupid little Lithuanian called the police. The game is up." Felicks felt a thrill run through him, along with pride. He was so proud of Tori. But then the fear came at what Fretka said next.
"I'll make him regret being born. He'll scream for mercy."
"But you said the game was up." Felicks couldn't help but say, trembling as he did so. Berwald's arms tightened around him, not so much a warning but a way of protecting him.
"But the tournament isn't over." Fretka said slyly, making himself sound like some B-grade criminal who is always forgotten. "And I have the advantage here."
"Why 're you taking Lad and me w'th you?" Berwald questioned as they continued to stumble and slide through the passage. "I mean I get why you want F'licks but why us?"
"Because you know everything you dithering idiot." Fretka spat.
"But Tori does too." Felicks wriggled in Berwald's grip, trying to make things easier for his mode of transport.
"That problem is being taken care of as we speak." Fretka said smugly then frowned in the darkness as no one replied. "Didn't you hear what I said you pathetic brat? Toris is going to die!"
"I don't believe that." Felicks said strongly, wrapping his good arm around Berwald's neck. "Tori is strong and he has lots of nice friends. No one's going to die. Not this time!"
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Toris marched to the front of the hospital, taking the elevator. He kept coming across random police officers of doctors and the occasional patient, most in wheelchairs. The Lithuanian was hoping to get a ride to the orphanage. He hated chaos, he always felt like he was missing out on something. If he was with Vash and Roderich, at least he wouldn't be alone.
Upon reaching the front of the hospital, Toris was greeted with the very thing he wanted to avoid.
Chaos.
There was an ambulance out the front which wasn't unusual considering it was a hospital but the lights were flashing, the siren was wailing and paramedics scrambled around frantically whilst officers surveyed them, arms folded like they owned the place.
A stretcher (Toris had seen too many of them in the past few days) was being carefully unloaded from the back of said ambulance but was still moving with quite a speedy pace. Due to the swarm of paramedics, Toris couldn't quite tell who was lying there though it probably wasn't someone he knew. The hospital had to keep going despite the drama. There had probably been a car crash.
"Shooting at the orphanage," Suddenly reached his ears and Toris spun to see two police officers chatting as they watched the scene unfold. "I hear it's bad."
"Excuse me," Toris approached them with an air of worry and fear. "Can you tell me everything? I have friends at the orphanage." The two officers exchanged looks and one smiled sympathetically.
"Sorry but we don't know much ourselves. Boss just said someone had been shot and that they were in a critical condition." The one who wasn't smiling explained. "Only the boss knows and the paramedics of course."
"Right," Toris bit his lip, his heart pounding in his chest. "Thanks, ah…sorry to bother you." He trotted away, eyes seeing but not taking in. Everyone was blurring around him and he couldn't see straight. He tilted and ended up on the ground, hands gripping for something solid to keep himself attached to reality.
He scrabbled frantically, breath coming out short and fast. This was all happening too fast. What was going on? Someone shot. Felicks missing along with Berwald and Lad. Sick patients in a room, a child bludgeoned over the head with a gun.
Where had this all gone wrong?
Was it because Toris had pushed Felicks too far and caused the boy to run in front of a car? Was it because Toris had adopted Felicks in the first place? In that case, could he just blame Fretka for being born and corrupting the city?
But it wasn't entirely Fretka's fault. Toris had made mistakes, stumbled when he should have kept moving smoothly. Pushing Felicks over the edge, refusing to back off and find sensible help, continually provoking people.
"Sir are you ok?" The voice is faint to his ears and he kept his gaze firmly on the ground. It's probably a paramedic, wondering why some man is collapsed on his knees in their way, scrabbling at pavement and scraping his palms.
"That's the guy who texted the boss for help."
"He asked us about the shooting just before, then he just kinda collapsed."
"Is he going into shock?"
Why can't everyone just shut up? It's too hard to handle right now. He can't think straight.
"Well move him, we have a patient coming through."
Hands grabbed him, dragged him out the way and then let him go. He slumped again, staring blankly ahead as people pushed a gurney through, shouting complex medical terms and scowling at the watching officers.
Toris stared as a head became clear, one sporting what looked like a mop of blonde hair.
Arthur? Vash? Lilli? Another child? Who was it? Who had been shot?
"Sir do you need anything?" A calm voice asked, still fading away bit by bit.
"Felicks," Toris muttered. "I need Felicks and I need to know who's dying and I need to apologise to Elizabeta and I need everyone to just SHUT UP!"
"He's going crazy."
"It's definitely shock."
"Isn't Felicks the missing boy?"
"Even I don't know who got shot."
They can't listen, they can't be quiet and they can't let him think. Toris blinked hard, trying to clear away the hazy cloud that had settled over everything. If he didn't get a hold of himself, they'd probably knock him out and he needed to be awake. He needed to know what was going on.
Where was Gilbert? If the situation he'd been talking about was the shooting then surely he'd be down here. Right?
"Uh sorry," Toris tried to say but all that came out was a dry croak. Around him people's faces seemed to stretch and swirl, kind of like trick mirrors at carnivals. So maybe this was affecting him more then he knew it. A hand reached out for him but he knocked it away.
"Quick we're losing them. Why are we just standing here? We need to get to surgery know."
Were they talking about Vash? Or Arthur? Or another blonde child? Or even one of Fretka's underlings who had been caught in some bizarre crossfire? It seemed awfully cruel to hope it was the later.
"Toris get a hold of yourself dude. You're losing it." A familiar voice tinged with a familiar accent sent the haze flying away. Toris blinked up into the startling red eyes of Gilbert who had a radio to his mouth and some odd ear piece thing dangling from his left ear, seemingly broken.
"We have people from the orphanage coming in, we're making the cafeteria our headquarters. Can you walk there?" The man questioned.
"Yeah," Toris whispered. "Of course."
"Right then up you get." Gilbert offered him his hand and Toris took it with relief, allowing the strong man to heave him up. He swayed slightly but remained standing.
"Let's go then," Toris tried to sound strong but he all but breathed the words and Gilbert looked confused before rolling his eyes and dragging him back inside the hospital, waving his hands at the sliding door to pretend he'd opened them with magic, an odd habit he hadn't been able to get rid of. Toris smiled weakly at the familiar sight but the smile slipped when he saw a paramedic throwing up in a corner whilst another one looked on blankly.
"It's very bad," Gilbert said, noticing Toris's stare. "The shooting I mean. They were going to give up but some man convinced them to try. Sorry I don't know anything else. Everything's so chaotic. The patients are being gathered in these 2 main wards and we're bringing the children and Lizzy down to the cafeteria because she woke up and demanded it according to Janice."
"And Felicks?" Toris asked, crossing his fingers.
"I'm sorry Toris. There's no sign of him."
I'm sitting here like, what has my story become? I've turned it into a mess of angst.
Also I'm sorry you still don't know who got shot, I'm in conflict. I'm stuck between 2 choices and I just can't choose. Could you perhaps tell me who you'd like it to be and I can make a decision then.
Please review and I hope all of you have an amazing week! xxxxxxx