America felt smaller, so much smaller. He felt smaller physically and mentally. Seeing the world around him at such a short height felt odd. He glanced around, tightly gripping the lantern in his hand; angling it so the downpour from the sky wouldn't put the candle out.
The dark forest seemed to almost move around him, watching and laughing at his broken body. His stomach churned as he forced himself to walk, feeling a sharp pain snap him in his leg. He winced, falling onto the ground barely able to hold himself up.
His eyes felt watery as he glanced down at his leg. A huge deep gash cut through his skin as red liquid poured out. He gagged at the disgusting imagery. Tears streamed down his face, falling down onto the grass he sat on.
He heard a loud animal call, then a mimic of an old name he once went by following it. The echo sounded so much like the voice of his mother. However, he knew it wasn't her, he knows that voice will never be heard again. He tensed up, trying to fight the urge to scream for help in fear that whatever that thing was would come closer.
He attempted to force his body back up, but to no avail. The pain in his leg limited any chance he had of walking by himself. The constant water taping his skin made the cut sting. The tears fell down his face faster as he tried to cover the cut with his hands.
The call rang through the forest again, causing the boy to flinch. He glanced around, holding up the lanturn to get a better view; however he spotted nothing. He decided to see what time he was in by looking at his clothing.
It was basic stuff he remembered wearing under British rule. A white undershirt that was probably 2 sizes too big, it was untucked from his pants. Odd. He had red trousers on that tucked into basic white knee high socks. He lacked shoes and a coat, no wonder he felt like he was freezing. His hair was free, leaving his very, very long hair to blow in the cold wind. He missed his long hair, maybe he should grow it out again.
Moving on from his clothing, he had a few other injuries on his body. The one on his leg he had painfully noticed before. He also had a few scratches on his face and arms, which he assumed was from running with such a weak leg.
He heard his mothers voice again, he winced, closing his eyes shut.
"Oh my birdie, I can't find you! Please tell me where you are, I'm worried."
It sounded wrong, America couldn't understand why. He tried to lift himself up again, succeeding this time. He looked around, trying to find where the voice was coming from. Whatever was chasing him made a loud screeching sound, piercing his eardrums. America moved to cover his ears, dropping his lanturn.
He limped away from the noise, only getting a few feet before falling on his face. America whined, pushing himself up. He rubbed the dirt out of his eyes, glancing around to see if he was found. He wasn't, what a miracle.
He struggled to push himself up again, falling over and over. The gash burned so much he was afraid he'd have to cut off his leg. Eventually, America gave up. He couldn't hear the voice anymore, he assumed he was safe. He bent down to try and move dirt out of the cut to lessen the risk of an infection. Praying it would work.
After a few minutes of silence, he heard the voice again.
"Birdie, are you ok?"
It sounded so close. It sounded so weird. America's breathing quickened as he slowly lifted his head. That's when he saw it.
It looked like a deer, however it stood on two legs. Its eyes were prue black as it dripped black shiny liquid, almost like it was crying. Blood was all over its body; it looked like it had been killed with a spear. Its mouth was almost detached from its body, hanging off to the side. One of its antlers was cracked slightly with some gold liquid trailing down it. For some reason it looked like the only normal part of its body.
America froze. He couldn't think of what to do, there was nothing to do. He was going to die right here right now. He'd come back of course, but that doesn't make it any less painful.
The deer stared for a while, then spoke with the name distorted sound, "Birdie, are you okay."
America backed away. He didn't understand why it sounded like his mom. It was so weird, these things are meant to attack him.
Then it yelled with a completely different voice, a distorted voice with a cry, "Fix. Kill, kill me. Fix me!"
Suddenly it started to charge in America. America freaked out and in that moment he wished, he wished to fix the deer. He held his hand out while he kept the other on his heart. Praying to whatever god he could think of to let his wish come true.
Everything around him felt like it stopped, almost like his soul was disconnecting from his body. He couldn't tell what was going on. This felt so much different then dying and somehow he felt safe in this state. Subconsciously he knew this was normal, like he had done this before.
Once he came to his senses, he opened his eyes to face whatever monster was trying to attack him. Instead, he saw a fawn in front of him.
The deer was curled into a ball, staring at America's. Its large gold eyes stared at him like it had seen the lights of a car. America moved backwards, thinking it was another ploy to kill him. The fawn stood up and slowly walked towards America.
America tensed, watching it closely. Instead of attacking him, the fawn nudged America's head. He sighed, staring directly at the deer's eyes.
"Did.. did I fix you?" He asked, not expecting an answer.
The deer moved to lay its head on his lap, closing its eyes to fall asleep. America watched, still scared that it might harm him. Eventually after a few minutes his nerves calmed down.
He laid on the floor, shielding his eyes from the rain. Deciding he should sleep as well.
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Hi, im back. Sorry for short chapter AND LATE CHAPTER. Ughhh I WAS on track but then I got sick and had to focus on school. LAMEEEE. Anyways, I'll be more on track next friday/saturday. Sorry this chapters short, the idea was just very short and idk how it make it longerrr sooooo.
also its kinda late because I HATED IT. I rewrote everything like twice. I'm having TERRIBLE WRITERS BLOCK RN. I also like wrote 3 different oneshots but didnt finish them bcs I hated them like what is going on rn yall!!!
It's whatever tho, bcs its uploaded!!
anyways bye stars
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Fanfiction(ART IS MINE) (CRINGE WARN) (SLOW UPDATES) He watched the gold liquid drip from his hands, standing the grass beneath him. The shades of feathers falling to the floor around him. Covering him in his sins. The gold owned by the two he once looked up...
