The Cover Up | 2p!Talia

Borrowing

"Huh? Where the hell am I?"

All Gilen saw was black. He knew he was shackled to something by the arms and legs and forced to be sitting down. A stinging pain was felt on his head, and something ever so slightly dripped down his forehead. A blindfold blocked his sight entirely. His usual cape was... gone. He had no clue what he was wearing. It definitely wasn't his.

"Hey, let me go!"

He struggled and struggled, but it was no use. He was trapped. Nothing could get him out.

It was hopeless. Hopeless as hell.

"My, you gave up rather quickly..." a voice came from the side of the room. "I thought you second players were the determined types. You seem like a sad excuse for a 2p."

"Oh leave me alone, you. If you're gonna hurt me, do it. I don't want chit-chat." Gilen hissed, leaning as forward as possible towards this mysterious voice.

The voice moved closer to him. "Oh, I don't want to hurt you too much! That's not my goal!"

The mysterious person grabbed hold of Gilen's chin, pulling him closer.

Gilen suddenly felt something sharp poking into his left, human arm. He barely flinched, after all, he'd felt more pain than a silly injection would ever do. The needle wriggled around a bit, jabbing several places before settling down in one place. After 10 seconds, it was hastily ripped out.

"Oops! I'm not really used to handling needles!" the voice whispered, chuckling ever so slightly.

"I said I didn't want any chit-chat! Hurry up with your 'torture session'!" Gilen snarled. "Just tell me what you're giving me. I don't want anything too funny."

The mysterious person smiled cheerfully, unfolding a piece of paper hiding in their pocket and glancing at it. "Well, I'm not allowed to flat out tell you what it is, but it's something very helpful to us. Not so much to you, but...." they shrugged, smirking mischieviously, "What can you do, right?"

"Oh shut up! I'd rather die than listen to your bratty voice." Gil muttered. "Just hurry up and kill me or something?"

There was an unnaturally long silence, which was torture in it's own way. Accompanied by the darkness, it was the perfect way to lose sanity.

"Suicidal already, eh? That's what I like to see. Show's I'm doing my job well." the voice cooed, moving closer and closer towards him. "How about we tell each other our feelings before the stuff kicks in, huh?" The person pushed Gilen against the wall forcefully.

"I feel that you're a real psycho bastard, that's what I feel." Gil snapped, clawing at this mysterious man's arm until he writhed in pain. He could hear this person's shrieks as Gilen dug his fingernails deeper and deeper into his skin. "My heart's reserved for Julchen, not you."

"Is that so, huh?" the voice replied, regaining his breath as best as they could, getting up and fiddling with something in their pockets, eventually pulling out a cloth, coated with an awful smelling liquid.

The last thing that Gilen heard was the person's inhumane cackle, before he fell into a deep sleep that he didn't escape from for a long time.

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The person ran up the stairs, with Gilen being carried in their arms, very few thoughts running through their mind. He burst through the double doors one by one, making many turns through this labyrinth of a hall to get to his destination.

It was as he left it, everyone sitting down in an orderly position. Complete silence apart from the humming of the pipes.

The room erupted into loud chatter.

"But are you sure he's unconscious?"
"Y-yeah. I gave him the stuff. I think he's out." the voice replied, still gasping for every bit of air they could get. Gil seemed to be barely breathing, and to have lost a fair amount of blood along the way.

They laid his unconscious body out on the table and kept him tied down.
"Are you sure he is going to be faithful to us now?"
"Yep. That's what is supposed to happen."

Everyone seemed in firm agreement to what happened. Except one person. They stood in the background, hovering over what was going on. Even though he was the enemy, it seemed so awful to do this to someone. This second player looked like he was in intense pain, it wasn't fair at all. It wasn't right. These 'dangerous beings' couldn't be that dangerous, right?

"Hey, you. You wanna help us or what? We're trying to inject this last thing into his system, you gonna be this reluctant?"

Everyone except this reluctant person crowded round their captured 2p, all with murderous glints in their eyes. Furiously poking needles into his arm, laughing maniacally, applauding their friends for their efforts in torture. All while this man had no idea what was going on.

They didn't even know any thing he had done. Only that he was a 2p.

These people read over their notes in silence "They say he calls himself 'Prussia'." they squinted down at this man. "Kind of looks like a Prussia, don't you think? You can see the resemblance."

Maybe the fact that they were so similar that it seemed wrong to do this? He has the same hair colour, height, build. The fact that the people he called his 'friends' could do such a thing with no guilt really annoyed him. Even though he was ruthless and had a complete lack of guilt hundreds of years when his empire was at his peak, he was a changed person.

He couldn't take it any more, listening to all these people ramble on proudly about capturing and borderline torturing someone who isn't even a real threat.

"T-thi-" he stumbled on his words, choking on nothing and getting tears he didn't even want.

"THIS IS MADNESS! WHAT GAIN DO YOU GET FROM THIS?" he screamed, getting looks from everyone.

"Gilbert, calm the bloody hell down. We're trying to do science here."

"I WON'T! I CAN'T! YOU'VE ALL CHANGED!" He looked around at everyone. One person caught his eye. Probably the main person involved in this diabolical scheme. His coat was stained with blood, everyone obeyed his every word. It was like opposite day.

He turned around to face him and moved closer towards the crying man.

He seemed like such a sweet person before all this. What happened?

"I'm giving you once last chance, Gilbert. You'd better join us or else." He stated stubbornly, giving him an angry glare before turning his back towards him.

That 'or else' sounded rather threatening, huh. I don't like any of this one bit. I'm going to get out of here. Right now.

In fear, he edged closer and closer to the exit, trying not to draw any more attention to himself. He was literally terrified. Terrified of what all these people he trusted. Terrified of what they'd do to him.

The whole room fell silent.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He glanced around, freezing at the sight of him.

This guy has a fucking hammer. In his hand. Oh God. Oh no.

"I gave you a chance, and you broke it." he said, in the flattest voice ever, pulling out this glinting weapon. It swung, very quickly. He was surprisingly strong for someone who looked so weak.

It boggled the mind how much he'd changed in a day. My heart moved a mile a minute. I gazed helplessly at this object moving towards me at tremendous speed.
He definitely isn't showing mercy. That's for sure.

"STOP IT, MA-"

Bang

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