His Killings (Rusame)

America

America slipped on a black shirt with the words "NATO" painted on them. He then put on a camouflage hoodie. He was always the unusual and adventurous type at night. The habit was gained from  him hanging with his little brother Australia once. He wanted to show the child outdoors whilst watching him and he had ended up getting lost which kind of had him to go on a little adventure to find him. the memory always gave the American giggles.

After putting the rest of the outfit on he had headed out. No one was awake but Canada, but he didn't question why his brother dashed from the stairs until he made it out of the house. To him it was more of a weekly thing he forced himself to get used to over the past years he had been living with him. "Jesus Christ... I hope at some point dad catches his ass." He whispered under his breath, pouring maple syrup on some chicken nuggets and taking a bite out of it.

He made his way down the street, actually went passed a gas station. Not as if he didn't go in there and get something to drink. Not with money though. He didn't bring that with him. Just a smooth ass conversation with the owner. With the mixing question of yes and no and ending up in him walking out of there with a coca-cola.  His shades made him feel pretty cool when he walked out. The American came across an alleyway. He heard some muffled sounds. He felt rather confused so he walked deeper into the alley way

America's point of view.

I raised my eyebrow in confusion at the noises. Though when I was close enough. I basically screamed.  The sight was horrific. All signals in my brain was telling me to run. Though I felt curious. I took another step forward just to see a woman more clearer. Though there seemed to be another person  with an odd smiling mask. The woman? Blood slowly fell from the cut in her head. She seemed to be bruised and such. My eyes widened after I heard a voice "I see you.." I just sat and panicked before running. The man actually gave chase. 

I made it out the alleyway and turned the corner, heading away from my house. Sure my parents or maybe even Canada could have protected me but I would rather not have them at risk. Nor would I rather risk having a psycho find my house and being able to come at any time.

I quickly run into some some store that oddly seemed to be unlocked. I jumped over a counter and hid down there. It was odd as I waited. I did hear foot steps but they slowly faded throughout time.  I exhaled in relief. I then peeked my head over the counter  and saw no one. The lord has blessed me once more then I guess. I got up and went straight home. Although I kept getting an odd feeling as If I were being watched.

After I made it home I ran inside and locked the door. I didn't bother to take my time  making it up the stairway. I wanted to get my mind off of that little event and the only way to was to go to bed. When I went inside my room I actually wondered why I didn't call the police while I had the chance. I could do so but who would believe me? I called the number explaining many many memes and even questioned god when calling them. They would not believe me if I told them, would they?

Maybe. I took off the clothes I had on then I slipped into my bed and faked my sleep until I actually managed to sleep. I took some time to think about the man's figure and such, but it was a blur to memory because I wasn't that focused in the first place. I slowly fell into slumber, deciding to never go out again like a little pussy.