Serial Killer
anonymous
January 15 2010, 01:40:37 UTC
American Serial Killer on the loose with a penchant for small-built, sandy-haired and/or green-eyed men meets a young British man by the name of Arthur Kirkland…
Abducted!Arthur and worried sick!Alfred, who has to locate his unbalanced citizen and rescue his fellow nation before an international incident occurs.
Bonus: -Alfred warns him the moment he lands but Arthur dismisses his worries because he thinks that, as a nation, nothing will happen to him -Alfred’s boss urges Alfred to solve the matter in 24 hours or, according to previous victims, Arthur will be (insert horrible method of death) -Of course, because All Serial Killers Are Victims of Freud Was Right…the murderer is sexually obsessed with his type of victim -Alfred asks his brother for help
Super Ultra Bonus if anon wishes to make the story longer: -Serial Killer discovers just who it is he has captured... a)is delighted at the possibility to fuck with Mother England (and gets off on the egotrip of forcing himself on a nation
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Re: Mockinbird 3b/8
anonymous
January 23 2010, 15:47:31 UTC
Arthur had woken up in the arms of a human before. It did not happen often, and had not happened for at least fifty years now, but this was the first time, waking up in a man’s arms, that he wanted to be sick immediately
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Re: Mockinbird 3c/8
anonymous
January 23 2010, 15:48:39 UTC
Arthur almost gagged. His head spun with a string of stars. His body bucked and convulsed in panic and bit down, earning a scream from the man, who quickly drew out and smacked him with such force that he almost passed out again.
As he lay, trying desperately to catch his breath, Arthur felt time elongate. He felt the seconds become minutes then hours then days and then suddenly contract into the length of a blink. He heard the man gasp and struggle for breath as well and felt oddly proud despite himself.
Eventually, his captor approached him again, kneeling besides him body.
“Hush, hush,” he whispered, sliding his hand down his face in what could have been a loving gesture but for the nails that clawed into Arthur’s face. “Daddy’s sorry, but you love me don’t, you? Tell me you love me.”
Arthur stiffened.
“Tell me that you love me,” he insisted.
“…No.”
Nails bit down into the side of his face, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, drawing blood.
OH, GOD You certainly know your writing, anon. I'm...god, disgusted and shaky. That was shocking and horrible and amazingly well-written God, poor Arthur! He really is doing his best fighting to escape, but you can't predict madness. Man, that rapist is one creepy motherfucker Poor Alfred as well. And Matt, he's so strong. What will happen now? Will the kidnapper/killer notice that Arthur doesn't die, no matter what he does to him? What will Alfred do now? will the arm thing be permanent or will Arthur just put it back when he's rescued? he *will* be rescued, right?...
Arthur had woken up in the arms of a human before. It did not happen often, and had not happened for at least fifty years now, but this was the first time, waking up in a man’s arms, that he wanted to be sick immediately.
You know, whenever a fic makes me want to read the offscreen, I know it's good. I'm a whore for any mention about nations and their relationship with humans
reCatpcha 'agencies cornered'. god, recaptcha, so fucking pesimistic >.
Abducted!Arthur and worried sick!Alfred, who has to locate his unbalanced citizen and rescue his fellow nation before an international incident occurs.
Bonus:
-Alfred warns him the moment he lands but Arthur dismisses his worries because he thinks that, as a nation, nothing will happen to him
-Alfred’s boss urges Alfred to solve the matter in 24 hours or, according to previous victims, Arthur will be (insert horrible method of death)
-Of course, because All Serial Killers Are Victims of Freud Was Right…the murderer is sexually obsessed with his type of victim
-Alfred asks his brother for help
Super Ultra Bonus if anon wishes to make the story longer:
-Serial Killer discovers just who it is he has captured...
a)is delighted at the possibility to fuck with Mother England (and gets off on the egotrip of forcing himself on a nation ( ... )
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Just to say: Moooooore!!
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FYI I'll be stalking this until it's done.
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captcha: for arouse. oh dear...
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As he lay, trying desperately to catch his breath, Arthur felt time elongate. He felt the seconds become minutes then hours then days and then suddenly contract into the length of a blink. He heard the man gasp and struggle for breath as well and felt oddly proud despite himself.
Eventually, his captor approached him again, kneeling besides him body.
“Hush, hush,” he whispered, sliding his hand down his face in what could have been a loving gesture but for the nails that clawed into Arthur’s face. “Daddy’s sorry, but you love me don’t, you? Tell me you love me.”
Arthur stiffened.
“Tell me that you love me,” he insisted.
“…No.”
Nails bit down into the side of his face, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, drawing blood.
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I can understand that Alfred wants to throw up
But Arthur! Oh my god TAT
Just don't die!
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I just hope that, in the end it all ends up okay ;;
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Arthur please be okay ;__;
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I'm on the edge of my seat. Awesome fill, writer!Anon
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You'll update soon right? Can't just leave us hanging here like that...
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Somehow I don't think this will turn out well for Arthur TxT
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You certainly know your writing, anon. I'm...god, disgusted and shaky. That was shocking and horrible and amazingly well-written
God, poor Arthur! He really is doing his best fighting to escape, but you can't predict madness. Man, that rapist is one creepy motherfucker
Poor Alfred as well. And Matt, he's so strong. What will happen now? Will the kidnapper/killer notice that Arthur doesn't die, no matter what he does to him? What will Alfred do now? will the arm thing be permanent or will Arthur just put it back when he's rescued?
he *will* be rescued, right?...
Arthur had woken up in the arms of a human before. It did not happen often, and had not happened for at least fifty years now, but this was the first time, waking up in a man’s arms, that he wanted to be sick immediately.
You know, whenever a fic makes me want to read the offscreen, I know it's good. I'm a whore for any mention about nations and their relationship with humans
reCatpcha 'agencies cornered'. god, recaptcha, so fucking pesimistic >.
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i love that u update so fast, if u didnt i would run screaming in in circles :D
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