"We need to do something!" A voice made its way to your ears through the dark. It belonged to a new person, one that had just gotten there that day. Norway's scar holder. Along with two others, Finland and Romania's scar holders.
You were finally starting to feel more alive, you didn't throw anything up that you tried to eat. But at the same time you started to feel helpless. There were fourteen of you now down in this basement. No plan on how to get out.
There seemed to be more people overhead than ever. The constant walking around did nothing to calm your nerves. Banging on the floor was a frequent thing, telling you all to shut it as dust fell from above your heads. And yet most of the time people continued talking. The scar holders around you didn't seem to care about being told to be quiet. After all, no real consequences had come yet, besides what the one man had tried to do.
"But, there's so many of them up there..." Romania's scar holder's timid voice just made it to a hearable level. It was clear to all of you that they were afraid. After all, they had to be only six, meaning they've only been a scar holder for over a year now.
"Then stay behind if you want, I'm getting out of here." You listened as they made their way to the stairs. Fear instantly filled you, not so much for yourself, but the person who was going to try and get out. You felt compelled to help them, there was no way they would make it out alive if they tried by themselves.
Making your way blindly over to the stairs and around people, you hurried up after the boy who was basically signing up for death. You wished you knew his name, maybe that way you could get him to listen. But no one knew his name. He didn't want to share it.
"Hey, get back here." You whispered shouted. You were too close to the door, if you spoke normally, it wouldn't end well for sure. But of course Norway's scar holder didn't think about it. No, he was a twelve year old boy who didn't think things through.
"No, I'm getting out of here." He said, defiance clear in voice. You mentally cursed at how stupid he was but continued to hurry after him anyways. You met him up at the top of the stairs and was just about to pull him back when light assaulted your eyes.
"Look at that, two of them want to play." Hearing the words, your heart dropped. This wasn't going to end well.
YOU ARE READING
Scar Holder (Prussia x Reader)
ФанфикYou met him at the age of five. He had come into your house, blood covering him completely. But when he saw the scar on you cheek the first words he decided to say to you were, "The first one always hurts the most."
