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No Longer A Nightmare

October 19th, 1765

His back slammed against the wall, knocking the wind out of him. He gasped.

"Look at you, you little freak. You can barely handle this. What makes you think you can leave me? You need me." England hissed.

"Stop it!" Rhode shouted.

"Shut it!" England snapped, kicking Rhode in the chest. Rhode gasped, curling into himself. Del's legs twitched. He was ready to run over, but he was scared he was going to end up like Connie.

Poor Connie. All he wanted to do was help. Now, he couldn't even walk. England turned toward him, her gaze turning predatory. She walked over to him and kneeled down.

"Maybe we can sort something out." England whispered, tracing his lips with her finger.

"And what might that be?" New Jersey whispered, his voice trembling. England smirked and licked her lips.

"You give me your body and I'll let the others go." England answered. New Jersey shook his head. No way England would keep her promise. She never did. England sneered. A harsh slap came to his face.

"England, please stop. They did nothing wrong." Wales, England's older sister, called out from her corner of the room.

"You know nothing!" England screamed as she quickly crossed the room and jumped at Wales. She sunk her knife deep within Wales' neck. Wales gasped and gurgled, her hands raising to her neck.

"Jesus, England! How horrible is your life that you would hurt your own sister!?" Rhode yelled. England turned, slicing the knife out of Wales' neck. Wales collapsed against the wall behind her, blood pouring out of her wound. England's gaze was dark as she glared at Rhode.

"Didn't I say you know nothing!" England muttered, her voice rising to a scream. She jumped at Rhode, throwing her hand with the knife in it at Rhode's face. Rhode was able to catch her wrist. England grinned sadistically at him.

"You think you can stop me? I'm much stronger than you." England chuckled, putting more of her strength behind the knife. Rhode grimaced, his arms starting to shake. Rhode wished he had snuck into the kitchen and got some food because every single one of them were at the brink of starvation.

No thanks to England. Her sadistic grin widened as Rhode's arms finally gave way. Rhode gasped as England's knife plunged deep into his chest. Blood spurted from the wound. England took out her knife, raised it above her head and plunged it into Rhode's stomach.

England twisted the knife until Rhode screamed. Del twitched again, harder this time. He knew he needed to do something, however, what could he do? There was no way he could defeat England on his own and New Jersey could barely move himself. Jersey realized he hadn't moved a bit since this started.

When did this start? He tried to move, but he soon realized he couldn't. He wasn't tied to chains or anything that could bind him. So, why couldn't he move? Finally, Rhode stopped moving. Jersey looked into his eyes. His once bright, vibrant eyes were now glazed over, staring off into the black, cold void of death.

England stood, looking at Rhode's body before laughing. New Jersey shivered. Her laughing was filled with sadistic pleasure. England's face and clothes were covered in blood. She turned toward Del. She leisurely walked towards him, licking the blood off of her knife. Like a predator cleaning her claws before the next kill.

"No! Don't! Please, don't hurt him! Please!" New Jersey cried, jumping forward, only to be stopped by chains suddenly hooking around his body. England stopped just before Del. She gazed at him before laughing again.

"I'll do what I want." England answered with a wicked grin. England raised her knife above her head.

"No!" New Jersey screamed, jolting up. His night shirt was soaked through with cold sweat. He felt warm, salty tears stain his face. He let out a sob. They were gone...they weren't coming back.

"Jersey." He heard Del groan. He couldn't believe his ears.

"Del...Dela? Is that you?" New Jersey whispered, turning toward the voice.

"Yes, it's me. Why would-Holy, why are you soaked!" Del said.

"Nightmare." New Jersey whimpered, shrinking into himself. He felt Del shifting next to him. Jersey was surprised that they hadn't woken up the others. Finally, he noticed the nice, soft, comfortable bed below. England didn't have that. England made all four of them sleep in a tiny, uncomfortable, twin-sized bed in a basement.

"Where are we?" New Jersey asked, his voice a soft whisper.

"New York City." Del answered, still searching for something.

"Why are we in New York?"

"The Stamp Act Congress."

"What is the Stamp Act Congress?"

"The Stamp Act Congress is a meeting to protest against Britain or England and its taxes." Del answered. New Jersey shot up again.

"What! Aren't we going to get in trouble!?"

"We might, but isn't it worth it?"

"What do you mean 'isn't it worth it'! It's not!" New Jersey hissed. Del sighed.

"This might be the first time we get to escape England and her sadistic nature. Don't you want to escape?" Del replied. New Jersey stayed silent. He wanted to get away from England, why wouldn't he?

The pain and torture she had put all four of them through. He didn't want to feel it anymore. But, what would they do if this failed? What would England do to them then? He shivered. He truly didn't want to know.

"Let's talk about this in the morning. For now, wear this. I don't want to cuddle a soaking wet shirt." Del sighed, holding out another one of his night shirts.

"Isn't it morning though?" New Jersey asked as he took off his old, soaked shirt and put on the new one.

"It is, but it's still quite early and we must get as much sleep as possible before the meeting." Del murmured, sinking back under the covers. New Jersey nodded and did the same. Rhode was still sleeping next to him, drool dripping out of his mouth.

New Jersey chuckled and wiped the drool off with Rhode's night shirt. He felt Connie's body below his feet, curled up into a ball. He felt Del cuddle against his back and throw an arm around his stomach. He smiled. They would protect him. Later that day, the Declaration of Rights and Grievances was passed.

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This one-shot got incredibly dark. This is my first time doing such violence on a fanfic before. Also, I might make a part two. I hope you like it!

Words: 1058

-Rose