The Game [Part 2]
Title: The Game (Part 2)
Word Count: 6,989
Genre: Horror
Characters/Pairings: (Blink-and-you’ll-miss-it)England/America, Gilbert, Ludwig
Warning: Gore. Past Gore experiences, extreme insanity, and death
Summary: AU; The Game was very fun to play, but you’d have to be dead to fully enjoy it. ‘That’s okay’ Alfred thinks, ‘I’m insane anyways.’
Alfred did not stir until it was midmorning. His blue eyes flickered open, and for a moment, he looked confused. He could not understand why there was a blue sky above him instead of the dank prison cell that he was so used to....And then he remembered, and a strangled sob could be heard. That was over, it was in the past...no more...no more worries....
He was interrupted by his forgotten companion though, startled out of his misery.
"Are you awake?" Arthur's dreamy voice said to Alfred.
Alfred jerked, and his old vigor returned. "Of course I'm awake, you loony."
"That's good." Arthur ignored the loony comment, and gestured to the eternally hot pot of tea. "Do you want some tea?"
Alfred scoffed. "I don't drink tea." He was quite rude now and he stood up, shakily, but he was well. "I want to go home."
Arthur nodded. "Alright, but allow me to finish first." He sipped his tea pointedly.
Alfred scowled but remained standing until Arthur was done. "Let's go. I don’t stay in this place any longer than I have to - especially with the likes of you."
Arthur gave Alfred a sharp look, the dazed look gone from his eyes. "Remember your manners." He snapped harshly, suddenly different from his usual placid manner.
"You sure didn't have them when I was going through all that shit." Alfred spat just as viciously. A haunted look had entered his eyes and he was constantly moving, looking rather nervous.
"I gave you clues, you moronic ass." Arthur growled. "Also...ever heard of stranger danger, fucking hell, you deserved to go through that shit you fuc-" He stopped abruptly mid-sentence, dazed look settling again, and he stood. "Ah, I'm sorry. Let's take you home..."
Alfred stared at him with a frown, but shrugged it off. He’d gotten used to the strange, sudden twists in personalities that Arthur went through. "Yes. Home."
Arthur nodded absently and walked past Alfred, walking through the dead trees towards the exit, humming softly in that dreamy, mindless manner.
Alfred followed after, slipping in and out of a daze. He couldn’t push the images of red out of his head, and only half paid attention to where he was headed as Arthur led him out.
"Are you going to kill them?" Arthur suddenly asked, head snapping back towards Alfred.
"Kill who?"
"Your family."
Alfred swore angrily at such a suggestion. “Of course not!”
"That's good..." Arthur nodded to himself. "But then...things do change."
"Unlike you, you creep." Alfred scoffed, and marched past Arthur when he spotted familiar landmarks. Not once did he look back as he marched out into the sunshine, towards home.
Arthur stopped by the edge of the forest, watching Alfred go. "...Fucking wanker."
Alfred arrived home, tired and weary but relieved to be in the comforting abode. His wife ran up to him, fling her arms around him.
“Oh thank God you’re safe!” She said in a rush of words, holding his tightly.
Alfred blinked and nodded, slow to respond. “I just got…lost in the woods is all.” He murmured quietly, arms wrapping around her waist loosely.
“The whole town has been worried.” She informed him. “I’ll go tell everyone!”
Alfred tried to protest, but try as he might soon the whole village (a population roughly around 100) had fitted in and around his home.
They celebrated late into the evening, drinking until their stores of ale had disappeared almost completely and everyone had eaten well.
As the last guest left to go back to their homes several miles away, they would never know....no, not until he was gone...no....
His wife came tottering up to him unsteadily, having had a tad too much to drink. Giggling she hugged him again, nuzzling him with affection.
After a moment Alfred smiled, returning the embrace. “Hey…”
“Hi.” She said breathlessly, eyes twinkling at him. He buried his face in her hair, noting it was red.
Ah, he loved her red hair.
He loved red.
Red…
Her laughter was tinkling through the air again, and he thought it sounded so beautiful.
He loved her.
He loved....
He loved how loudly she screamed as her neck snapped so easily, coming to a sickening end that he found some twisted pleasure in. His breath was accelerated as he let her prone form drop to the floor, a shocked expression frozen forever on her face. Beautiful.
His laughter turned maniacal, hugging himself as he stumbled down the hall. He paused though when he heard the crying of a child - his child. His head swiveled towards the door where the noise came from behind it, a detached look in his eyes as he smiled.
The child, his son, was such easy prey...he screamed and cried and called 'daddy!' but his skull was fragile, so fragile, and the evidence of that lay spattered over the nursery floor.
Alfred stumbled away, eyes wide with an insane light gleaming in the moonlight and he could hear a voice taunting him in his head 'I told you so! I told you so!' but he ignored it, knowing that soon they would come and he'd be taken away. Soon, so soon...
Even as he remembered they would be coming for him, Arthur's voice sighed behind him. "You should've stayed with us..."
"Much better if you did." Gilbert's said soon after, sick with smugness.
Alfred's blue eyes were unfocused. "But I didn't, did I? It’s kind of too late for regrets, they’re both dead!” He grinned crookedly, not bothering to turn and face them.
Arthur's hand clamped down on Alfred's shoulder, squeezed, and turned him round to face them. "Well. We did warn you," Arthur's face was set into a smug grin. "You bloody idiot."
Gilbert laughed, and slapped his hand down on Alfred's other shoulder. "Welcome to this fucked up family, Alfred!