Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

Heathens

Heathens

"Giving up is not an option-- giving up to them.... will never happen."

----Only an idiot would run blindly through a house they don't even know. Today, I am that idiot. Yesterday it was someone else, tomorrow it'll be another-- taking that they will make it that far.

I glance over my shoulder. To my fears, I see exactly what I was looking for: the glowing neon eyes surrounded by shadows. I speed up, gasping like someone is trying to kill me... which they are. The darkness slowly creeps up to where it swallows my shadow and touches my feet. I look up to see that I am closing in on a dead end; I begin to panic more visibly, jerking my head this way and that, desperate to find something.

Then I dive into an open space.

I gasp, the shock of hitting the floor instantly ringing through my body. But then it disappears through the adrenaline and I sit up, slamming the door close. I fumble for the lock for a moment and when I do, I don't waste time searching in pitch black for objects to block it; I don't find much-- a small dresser and two chairs-- but it's enough to comfort me until I find how to get out of here.

"Poppet~" I freeze hearing the singsong of one of them. "Come out come out wherever you are~" I swallow, knees shaking, and eyes wide with fear. I have to get out of here. Out out out out out out out out!!!

I hadn't realized I was murmuring to myself until Ihear the one word become a frantic chant. But I am not lying. I have seen what they do to people. Torture.Always. There are no quick deaths; it's always slow and excruciating in the worst ways. Only if you're good do they treat you to a quick and easy death.

I screwed that up.

I have no regrets for it; but I guess my life is enough of a payment for what I did.

-------------FLASHBACK

"Kill him."

I stare at the knife that lays flat on my palm, sharp and small-- maybe the length of my hand. It reflects the light threateningly at me as if to amplify its deathly intentions.

"Hurry up, Y/n. If you kill him, you live."

Slowly, I raise my eyes to the man in front of me; he is older than I am. As I continue to stare at the fear stricken man I think about what kind of life he must have had. No doubt he has children from his few gray hairs, a wife due to the wedding band on his finger, and a good job from the clothes he wears. Then I think of me; I turn to stare into the two-way glass. My face is streaked with dirt and my shirt blotched with red. My family was never a happy one. We couldn't stay together to save the others life...

"Please! I have a family! I have to live. Please..." he pleads.

I whirl around on the man. He has lived his life! I haven't. Mine is still young...!

Setting my jaw, I step forward. The man whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut. I shake my head in fury, raise my arm, aim, and let the weapon fly. It sinks into the other mirrored wall all the way to the hilt.

"I AM NO LONGER DOING AS YOU BASTARDS SAY!!!!" I scream in every direction in the eight-foot room. "IT WILL HAPPEN NO LONGEEEER!!!" I stomp over to the knife and snatch it from the wall.

The intercom crackles. "Oh dear..." a sigh, "I guess we'll have to do this ourselves." The door opens.

"Go."

I run.

--------PRESENT

That, of course, was two hours and thirteen minutes ago. Then, all I had to do was survive. But I have-- I know it because no one else has ever lived this long.

One hour, they said. If we don't find you then you are free to go.

Well, it's been damn near three hours!

"Y/n.... Come out now, Y/n. You... win...." I shoot up from my position on the wall, a jolt of happiness coursing through my veins. I lived. I lived! I WILL LIVE!!!

I tear the furniture from the door faster than anything I have done in my life. I wear a big grin, tears streaming down my face. I promised I wouldn't die here. I swore I wouldn't give up.

Swinging the door open, I am struck with brightness. Blinking spots from my eyes, I don't notice the figures creeping up to me until one has me by the waist. There are six.

"You survived, ragazza." One of them says, the Italian.

"We can't let you go~" Another to my left says.

"It would be a lost."

"You could teach us how to better our system~" A second hand snakes its way around my body. I shiver.

"B-but I... You said...." My voice trembles. They lied? I thought...

"I said you won," the man with neon blue eyes steps forward so that I can see him clearer. His face, unlike his voice, is kind and sympathetic. I recoil. "Not that you were free."

I don't move.

I don't speak.

I hardly breathe.

I'm trapped, really and truly trapped. Until the day I die, which from how they seem to value me, will be too far away.

The hands that hold me prevent my legs from collapsing beneath me. So I scream.