The Cover Up | 2p!Talia

Suffering

"Hey, traitors!" A loud voice rang from behind the door that was blocking Gilbert, Feliciano and Lovino from the outside world. Their voice became more playful. 

"I've got a little something for you~!"

Matthew burst through through the door, carrying a pot of an odd looking liquid in his hands. He also welded a needle.

"What do you mean by a little something?" Gilbert asked, raising his eyebrow at this idea. Matthew didn't seem to care. He filled the needle up with this dark purple-ish liquid.

He looked at it from every angle "It decreases your spirits, you should know what it is, you got it yesterday!"

Gilbert sighed. He had these every day, his arm was sore from the constant pain. However, he still had a shred of hope left. Something that made him a little happier in this hell, that hadn't been taken away by some unknown drug.

Too bad that Lovino and Feliciano had been robbed of their hopes already.

Before too long, this liquid was in Gilbert's system. It didn't take long at all, Gilbert had gotten used to the pain.

Matthew paused for a moment, as he looked around the room. Feliciano had caught his attention.

"Is he dead or something?" He said, tapping Feliciano's still, laying body with his shoe roughly.

He hadn't even moved from his location for a while. He was definitely alive, he was muttering a word every few hours, usually something about 'being watched' and 'wishing for something to save me'.

A startled, shaky voice spoke up.

"I cant do this anymore, they're coming and I can't do anything. I-I'm useless, damn it!"

Gilbert's eyes widened. Was that... Feliciano?

Matthew turned his head at the sound of his voice.

"They?" He asked, studying the container carefully, fingers stained with purple liquid. "Are you insane already? It's only been a day!"

Feliciano could barely hold his head up. He looked like he was in intense pain, he looked like the thread of hope he was hanging on to had snapped. His amber eyes that bursted with life that he once had were now dull and lifeless.

He paused, looking around him at a tremendous pace. The deafening footsteps pounded in his mind. He yelled, practically screaming, frantically.

"I hear them! I HEAR THEM!"

Lovino tilted his head towards his brother, looking rather concerned. He didn't say anything at all.

"I CAN'T LET THEM FIND ME!" he sobbed, banging his head against the floor in an attempt to rid himself of his imagined fate.

His screams were agonising to listen to. Gilbert wanted to protect him, but he was powerless. The only thing he could do was sit back and watch.

"YOU CAN'T LET THEM GET ME! PLEASE!"

Matthew rolled his eyes.

Feliciano picked himself off of the floor, forehead stained with scarlet. He was practically begging now. 

"Kill me. Please." he mouthed, "I can't live like this. End me."

'End me' rang through Gilbert's mind and left him speechless.

That joyful Feliciano he once knew, the one who's smile would warm the heart of anyone, who kept strong through the hardest of times, who cheered people up when they most needed it... Where had he gone? How could he be replaced by a paranoid Feliciano, scared of the shadows and pleading for death?

"Y-YOU CAN'T! Y-OU CAN'T!!! DON'T YOU DARE! STOP!!" Gilbert screamed out, pulling himself forwards, causing him to writhe in pain as the cuffs holding him back dug into his skin forcefully.

Matthew tapped his foot impatiently.

"WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO?"

He just got ignored, despite his best attempts.

"H-HEY, WAIT!"

"YOU CA-"

- - - -

'I killed him damn it. It's all my fault. I'm a horrible person.'

'Why should I live like this, why?'

'I thought I loved him, why did I do this.'

He couldn't sleep at all. Those negative thoughts plagued his mind.

He could barely stand from all the pain endured. He didn't want to get up anyway. It was too much of a strain.

All he could remember was picking up a massive weight, and being barely able to carry it himself. He had no idea how he could carry it anyway. But his memory was rather hazy.

And then it just, left his grasp. He planned it to do that, in that exact location. Right on top of Feliciano.

And it crushed him. Broke his head. Splattered the room with blood. 

Or at least, that's how he saw it.

But how did he end up somewhere else? He was most certainly in his brother's house. He hadn't even had the time to reunite. 

Where was Lovino? Was he ok? What about the others? What about Gilen?

How was Ludwig even going to react to all this? Does he even know? Would he even forgive him?

'Gilbert, how could you do this, how could you... You fucked up'

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And if you'd look to your left, you'd see a fucking procrastinator that hasn't updated in a month

Terrible writing strikes again

When I originally planned this story out, it was going to have no real plot and no suffering

But fuck that.