Corrupted (DISCONTINUED)

Chapt. 19 - A Gun Obsessed Freak

"No." New York crossed his arms and glared at me. "Oh come on! It can't be that bad! I've been trying to find help, and you're like, the 6th state I turned too!" I groaned. New York sighed and shook his head. "America, do you have any idea how insane this sounds? Besides, I thought you were against magic."

"Well, sorry! But if you were in my situation, you would think it was magic. No matter how much you're against it, it's just the truth. New York, please help me. New Jersey already said no. So did Virginia, Maine, Delaware, and Connecticut!" I pleaded. New York sadly shook his head. "Sorry, man. It's just not processing for me."

I begged, pleaded, and coaxed. But New York wasn't going to help him, and I knew that myself. "Ugh!! This is all so frustrating! My journal is gone, there are these other Americas trying to help me with whatever reason, and I can't even think straight now without feeling self-conscious about someone hearing me!" I scream, kicking the wall with such force, it cracks. New York rubs my back sympathetically. "Sorry dude." He sighs. A small part of my plan crumbles in failure, and I have no chance of saving it. My own states will mostly likely leave me to solve this on my own, and I won't have the countries helping me anyways. But without the countries would be better, but my own states?

"Don't be. I can't just drag my own states into my problems. I need to answer these questions myself, with or without countries or any form of help. Sorry for interrupting you York, I think I'll get going now." I mumble. New York tries to stop me, but hesitates.

I grab my things and look back up at him. He understands now that I shouldn't be bothered, and nods sadly. "Good luck." He murmurs. I smile and pat his head. I walk out of his place and enter my car. As I drive out of the driveway, my attention started to focus on numerous problems. My main focus is on the road, of course, but my questions and curiosity break into my mind.

Allen mentioned about other versions, so who are they? Are they here in our universe at this moment, wandering around? Are they planning on killing one of us? Does it even involve killing? My journal is full of secrets, but what is its real purpose in their plan? What are they going to do, throw a journal at some country's face? Threaten my allies? I honestly wouldn't care. How can I solve these questions? Where do I even start?

An idea sparks in my mind, and I start to feel like an idiot.

Oi, Allen. Help a man when he's down, why don't you?

Ugh finally. I started to have second thoughts about defending your intelligence. Anyways, I bet you want a few answers.

Screw all of the mysterious stuff, just tell me the entire story. Tell me who the other alternates are. Tell me what you want from me. Tell me what you want from my journal. Tell me what your purpose is.

There you go again. All rambling and stuff. What is with you and purposes actually?

Well, everybody has a reason to be here. To be alive. To exist somewhere. To be where they are. A dream maybe, a future too, or a goal. Everybody has one, and a purpose can connect everything together.

How deep. Anyways, I can't let you know everything America. You're strong, and strong people like you intervene. And we don't want you too. How about this, I'll send one of my friends to answer some of your questions. Your stressed out as well, maybe he'll take your place in the next meeting.

Thanks, but the next meeting is like, months away.

You don't know that, but we do. A friend of ours is very good with time. He can manipulate it and even control it.

Jeez who are they? Gods?

Just countries and a human.

A human? How pathetic. Anyways, the deal you mentioned. It sounds pretty convincing. I'll accept it.

Excellent choice. He'll meet you at your home, he's there already anyways.

Wait, how?

Like I said before, a friend of mine can control time. He can tell time.

Hmph, fine. Care to describe him a bit?

Gun loving freak. A hitman. A specialist in the world of murder. Someone dangerous and very trigger happy. Never, and I mean never, let your guard down on him. If you do, it's a big mistake you've made. He is very childish, so be patient around him. He's also very clumsy. He hates it when people yell at him, so try holding back your temper.

Yes yes, trigger happy, childish, insane, anything else?

Well, we've covered most of his points. He's always carrying a weapon by the way, be careful about that as well.

I continue my focus on the road and sigh. My life just got much more frustrating, and I hate it. Why can't I just live normally? Well, not technically normal, but somewhat easier or better. Why can't I be accepted as a country in other countries' eyes? Why can't we all accept each other and live somewhat peacefully? I wouldn't need to be in a mess, and those darn alternates wouldn't be a part of my life. I just want to express myself through words using a pen or pencil. Why can't it all be easy?

After a few hours of traffic and nonstop driving, my home comes in view. I start to feel nervous. Oh god, I'm about to meet a stranger that will most likely kill me. Should I try making him something to feel welcome as he's talking? Should I buy something first even if I'm moving closer to my own house? Should I just drive away? He's insane apparently, and I'm trying to think of a good first impression.

I pull up into the driveway and peer out of my window before leaving the vehicle. I observe the area and the house. It doesn't look like somebody broke in or even entered. No lights were on either, and it's pitch black through the windows of the home.

I exit my car and cautiously walk towards the front door. Once I reach it, I fish for my keys and unlock the lock. I look around nervously and took a breath. I grab onto the knob and twist it.