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I recommend listening to this while reading. It really sets the mood!
The Hills (Instrumental) by The Weekend
https://youtu.be/B-Q7J9Oi6ZY?si=dKkmfH2bzndVnrjB
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A man sits alone, cooped up in a dark room with dim lighting. He hunches over a computer, his large figure hiding the screen from view. The room is completely silent, eerily so, with only the sound of the keyboard clicking to accompany the man.
Upon looking closer, the man is giddy, and could almost be described as ecstatic. It's only a few moments before his face breaks into a smile, and then a manic grin. He's focusing almost obsessively on a single image.
He can't believe what he's seeing. He's finally did it. He's finally found—
Snap!
The man freezes, excitement immediately stomped out. It's like a switch was flipped, his body now tense and eyes now calculating. What was that?
He reaches inside his pocket, hand closing around cool metal. Turning around slowly, he calls out in French, his native language.
"Who's there?"
...Silence.
The man could feel eyes on him. A presence in the dark. He isn't fooled. He pulls out his gun, waving it around him with a steady arm.
"If you don't come out now, I won't hesitate." The man threatens. "You have five secon—"
A gush of wind.
A crackle in the air.
That's all the warnings the man gets before he's backhanded across the head, effectively knocking him out.
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"Putain de merde! What is this guy's skull made out of?"
France cradled his hand, knuckles red with bruising. He, along with his partner, UK, looked down at the unconscious man on the floor. Blood was slowly trickling from the man's scalp onto the floor.
"Perhaps you simply hit him too hard." UK suggested, crouching down to inspect the man's face. He prodded the man's cheek, lifting an eyelid only for it to close again. "Humans are weaker than us."
"Yeah, fortunately." France responded sourly. He rubbed his fist one last time, before stuffing both hands into his pockets.
He dug through his pockets for a hot moment, before pulling out a double-edged knife. It's handle was embroidered with flowers, along with France's name.
"Shall we do this the old-fashioned way?" France asked with a sly smirk, his knife glinting in the computer's soft glow. "Or do you want the honors?"
UK straightened up with a sigh, shrugging as he waved his partner off towards the (now) defenseless man. "Go ahead." UK said. He brushed past France towards the computer. "I need to save my energy."
France's smirk turned into a beam, and he bowed at the waist with flourish. It didn't matter to him that UK's back was already turned. "Whatever you say, mon amour." He purred.
Rolling up his sleeves, France knelt down and quickly got to work. He slit the man's throat, before turning the man over to rest on his stomach. It was no time before France's body went to autopilot.
He's done this dozens of times before. Most of the UN Council agreed on sending in personifications to Earth every week, and France always seemed to be picked. He's killed more humans than he can count on two hands, and thing is— he honestly doesn't feel any remorse about it!
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