This story is a rewrite of the old and iconic "The Allies Test" that was based upon the MLP creepypasta: The Friendship Test. Reading back, it's a little cliche but whyyyy not rewrite that and prove that I have grown as a writer??

So anyways, here is the new and improved oneshot~!

Warning

Blood
Gore
Descriptive deaths and scenes
Dark romantic undertones
Are featured in this oneshot. Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with this kind of stuff.

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The male's side was sore in agony as he tried to heave himself up from the stone-cold floor. Had he REALLY drank too much during the Christmas party?? His sunglasses were smashed into millions of fractured pieces on the floor around him: his safety net from the awkward feeling of his stormy gray eyes being portrayed to the world.

Great. His eyes tried to adjust to the unlit room that he was being housed in. Did he... wander around drunk because this was NOT Maple's house. This was NOT the Christmas party's location.

"... Maple ..?" His groggily voice asked out. He adjusted himself in an upright position, his ribs screaming in agony as he gripped his side. A strong pain in his chest stabbed his lungs everytime he tried to breathe, causing his ragged painting to grow louder and louder.

"... Anyone...?"

A couple of seconds later, he had finally heard a small squeak respond,"... I'm here... I am here..."

"What in HELL'S name am I doing here?" A British voice rang out through the gloomy darkness that held the small group captive. "Am... I BLEEDING...??"

A small glimpse of light had transpursed through the small room, revealing others shackled to the ground.

".. W-what is this..?" A female's voice quietly rang out through the dreadful night, her voice quivering in fear as the rustle of chains blossomed towards their ears.

"Don't touch ittttt! This is a powerful substance that was used back in world war 2, it's illegal to have ...!" The American's German husband shouted. Knowing that Buck was nearby felt comforting, like he wasn't alone. Oh, how he wished to reach out and cry on the male's shoulder; however, the agony was too much for him to shuffle towards Buck's voice.

"Very good ~" a cold hiss rang out from the tenebrous. A tall silhouette made its way to the center of the room; red eyes glowed from the dark as fluorescent lights flickered, revealing a colorless surrounding, moldy walls that looked like they had never been cleaned before in its entire life, cement flooring stained dark red. The lights continued to flicker as the male crouched down, cupping the American's face as a smirk tightly spread itself upon the Russian male's face.

"It would've been a shame if a player was to get hurt so... early into the round. I hope you don't mind the broken ribs, you see dear, it had to be done." Sergei pinched the American's cheek, giving a small scoff as a voice screamed through the darkness.

"Sergei...? What in the world are you doing !??" Istvàn shouted, the light had flickered on when the Hungarian had opened his loud mouth and a dilligent scar had been shapped in the middle of his forehead. His eyes looked blurry from the distance as his normally straight-down hair was in millions and millions of cowlicks.

Sergei's face had been covered by shadows before but now, everyone could see the darkness that laid hiding in his cruel and gloomy red eyes. He adjusted his hat that laid on top of his head as his gray hair poked out the bottom.

"I've got a game I wanted all of you to try out ~" he veered his body around the small circle, his feet clicking against the cement as Mitch's eyes noticed that the stains weren't oil... but blood. He covered his mouth, nausea spirling up through his lungs as Sergei stood directly in the middle of the room.

"I've always been curious.. what made a good Ally? And since you guys are ... close ..." The male stopped when the tsundere interrupted him.

"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS -"

"Hmm...~?" Was all that Sergei acknowledged, spinning around as he grabbed out an ancient notebook with the cover hanging off of the binding. Sergei perked his eyes up after he was done writing.

"What are you planning on doing...?" Maple broke through the uncomfortable silence, his voice was uneasy as Sergei tiptoed more and more and more and more closer to the Canadian that Mitch watched his brother emotionally scoot away from the Russian that towered over him.

"The first challenge will be a challenge of kindness..." Sergei smiled, he turned towards Mitch and a sour smile painted themselves onto his chappy lips.

"Will you sacrifice something of yours for someone else or will you take something from them ~?"

Sergei grabbed something out of his pocket and Sergei fingered the blade of the small ax, flicking the substance at Maple, who flinched at that small action. Mitch wanted to physically leap forward but his breathing hiccuped when he heard the cracking of his ribs.

"Now, the original plan was to chop off someone's hand off or chop your own off." Sergei placed his hands behind his back, the ax straight in the middle. "However, that seems a little... unnecessarily bloody and limited. SO you have to make a deep wound on yourself OR on someone. Once somebody makes a wound in that place, you can't repeat."

"Atleast you thought about the consequences with blood loss..." Archie murmured to himself as the Russian male snapped his attention towards the Brit, his dark eyes glaring through the flickering of the light.

"Before we start this game, I just want to let you know of some ground rules. Failure to follow the rules will resort in someone being eliminated at random for trying to attack me so it would be better if you didn't try to do something rash ~"

".. fuck .." Mitch murmured under his breath as a smirk alined Sergei's defined face.

"Try running away or resisting will result in one of you to be killed at random and if you don't choose in the timer's limit, well, let's just say that this Russian will get to have some fun~"

Sergei's voice taunted at the end and he pointed towards the American.

"Let's start with my dear Mitch." His voice snarled out as a glare was sent towards the American.

" Chop off Archie's hand or chop your own off? " A timer appeared on the wall as Sergei had pressed a small remote, controlling the timer.

"You said cut-"

"Ah, yes. Cut," Sergei leaned back on his heels, his red gaze leveling as if he was disappointed at changing the direction the game was going to go in.

"Mitch..." Archie breathed, he sat on the right side of the American. Mitch glanced at the blade.

"I'd rather kill myself than hurt anyone in here -!" Mitch shouted, his gray eyes watering up as the timer ticked down. Bit. By. Bit.

"Now, now Mr. Hero, no need to act all suicidal ~" Sergei grinned at the male's despair. Mitch hung his head low as he glanced at the British male who's gaze held steadily with his. "I'd hate for a pretty face like you to be out in the first round already...~"

"Mitch, whichever choice you choose, it'll be okay... " Archie's voice shivered as the timer ticked down,

3...

2...

1...

"... I choose ..."

"Yes, Mitch? " Sergei perked one of his eyebrows up as he crossed his arms. " Who do you choose ~?"

Mitch turned towards Archie as his demeanor broke down. "I'm so sorry..."

Archie couldn't speak as he only nodded softly.

" ... Archie ... " Was all that Mitch could say. He didn't even WANT to pick Archie. Even tho Archie and him had troubles and didn't see eye-to-eye in the past, that didn't mean he wanted to chop the male into pieces.

Sergei grinned widely at Mitch's answer, releasing the chains that were clamped like an ex to their partner. His ribs screamed as he heaved himself off the floor, Sergei grabbed his arm tightly, his lips against his ears as he whispered: "perfect ~ take out the one who wanted to rule, CONTROL you when you were little .. ~"

His words sounded like venom as Mitch wobbled up towards the ax and grabbed it. It was much more heavier than expected... His nails felt like they were bleeding from the intense grip on the ax's handle.

His lungs were heavy as his gray eyes tried to stay calm. Focused. But he was seeing multiple Archies. Archie placed his left arm on the small desk that they all had in their small circle and Mitch glanced into Archie's blurry eyes.

"I'm sorry..."

" I know. I know you're sorry. You didn't do anything wrong."

Mitch dropped the ax where Archie's left arm was and a painful scream bounced off of the walls in the room. Mitch couldn't look at the large gash in the male's arm. His epidermis and dermis punctured as blood oozed out of the open wound. Archie clasped his hand to stop the bleeding, his whole body shaking when the frenchwoman, who had been covering her sobs, screamed loudly, her cries of anguish sending shivers

"Paris... Paris... It's fine. I am alright-!" Archie plastered a smile on his face, the quivering of his cheeks gave away the pain of this situation. "Nothing will happen..."

" I'm... sorry .. I'm sorry.. " Mitch stammered out. Seeing Paris scream and someone who he had looked up to in so much pain, he wished he could take back what he had done. It felt like his heart had stopped beating. Mitch wobbled back to his circle and sat on the ground, his head in between his legs as he hugged himself, not caring for the continious snapping noises of his ribs. Archie grabbed at his left arm, his hiccuping noises subsiding.

"Now Archie, your turn ~" the low pitched male responded, breaking the silence. The ax was closer to Archie now as it sat outside his circle from the events that had happened.

Sergei clapped his hands and grinned sadistically as he smirked, "Deeply cut yourself~ " Sergei pointed to Istvàn as the Hungarian's eyes widened. " Or Istvàn. "

The timer didn't even start the countdown as the British male shouted. "Istvàn."

"That was sure as hell quick ~" Sergei grabbed out his small notebook and began to quickly jot something down, his eyes clearly enjoying what he was writing down...

The two's circle had faded as Archie grabbed the ax with his right hand, dragging the ax towards Istvàn, blood leaking out of where the giant wound in his left arm.

" W-wait Arch... " Istvàn pleaded, he stood up as the male began to approach

Closer

And closer

And closer ...

"I don't want to hear it! You're a leftie right??" Archie shouted, Paris's sobs had grown louder as she heard what her partner had said.

The Hungarian whimpered in fright at the male's sudden reaction and then approached Istvàn. "Yes. I am a leftie."

"Right arm. Out."

"Archie, wait...!"

Archie slung down at the male's right arm and blood squirted out onto the table. Istvàn let out a gut-wrenching scream as he fell onto the floor, his legs caving in as Archie stood over him, his throat tied into a giant knot. The Brit glanced down at the Hungarian, realizing that the two never had any bad mojo between them: or any interactions. His head began to pound from the selfish deed he had acted upon; however, he couldn't risk loosing his right arm. It was a calculated risk.

" Now with that little drama out of the way ~ " Sergei clapped his hands and turned towards Istvàn. "Cut your own right leg~ " he pointed at Tobias who was in the other cell.

"Cut Tobias' right leg."

"I.." Istvàn turned towards the Austrian who gave him a rare smile,

"Please Istvàn, you need your strength... "

"I'll hurt you though -"

"It's okay! I forgive you..." Tobias responded, a small tear falling out of his right eye. He had been strangely quiet the whole time and Istvàn bit his lip.

"But if I hurt you... I'd lose apart of myself!" he exclaimed, tears falling down the Hungarian's cheeks as he began to cry. The timer ticked onward.

"Please Istvàn, do it for me..."

"I... "

"Your choice, Istvàn?" Sergei smirked, interrupting the conversation the two were having. "This is YOUR choice, after all."

" I choose.. " he turned towards Tobias who gave him a small nod and then back towards Sergei.

" JUST CUT MY LEG YOU COLDHEARTED SON OF A BITCH...! " He sobbed loudly as he fell down towards the ground. Sergei grabbed the bloodstained ax as he smirked, his smile had grown larger after hearing the male's words and he gripped Istvàn's right leg and swung the ax down with so much force that wood chips flew up from the table from the strike.

Istvàn let out more giant sobs as blood trickled down onto the floor as a pool of scarlet red blood began to form. His right leg barely looked attached to the Hungarian's body.

"Seems like the first one to lose more blood was this late into the test... " Sergei muttered to himself as he began to write down something in his notebook.

"Anyways, Tobias, it's your turn -"

" Cut my left leg, I don't need it. You coldhearted, sociopathic-" His usual patient voice was laced in the fiercest poison ever known to man. Sergei interrupted the out-of-character anger Tobias felt with a long yawn, glancing at the Austrian as he shuffled forward.

"Awwwww, feeling like shit because your boyfriend didn't cut you and now guilt's getting to you ~? Get used to it."

Sergei leaned down to grab the small ax that he had dropped in front of Isti's chamber and knocked the Austrian onto the floor. Buck jolted up as Isti crawled to where white lines were drawn in a circle to "keep" them in a certain range.

Tobias closed his eyes as he felt Sergei's cold breath beat against his pale face.

"Tobias ..." Istvàn cried, his eyes closed as he crisscrossed his arms underneath his bloodstained vest, he couldn't bear to watch what the Austrian had done.

Sergei swung upwards and stopped halfway through the male's left arm, causing Tobias' breathing to hitch in his chest. The male tried to concentrate; however, Sergei ripped the male's glasses off his face and smashed them against the cement floor. The lens didn't shatter into millions of pieces like the sunglasses; however, this caused Tobias' breathing to become too shallow.

"Oopsies, seems like I didn't use enough force and pressure ~" mocked Sergei, enjoying the pain that had flashed in Tobias' now open eyes and readable body language.

"... Just ..." Hissed out Tobias through gritted teeth, water began to flow from his open eyes as Sergei lifted the bloody ax from the male's leg and then swung down again, chopping the leg almost clean off. Blood began to flow heavily from the open wound as Tobias ripped off part of his shirt, trying to clog up the heavy flow.

Tears fell down silently from his cheek as he fell down onto the floor, picking his broken glasses up and began to fog up by the immense pain that Sergei.

"Paris~" Sergei sang as he stepped in front of her jail. "Your lower stomach region or Buck's"

Paris glanced over at Buck with blurry eyes as she hid her head in between her legs, the loud ticking of the timer teased her with time.

"I don't want to hurt Buck..." She murmured softly, her voice breaking as her voice became deprived with emotion with each passing moment. She couldn't live with herself if she hurt the German male... Sure, they had a rough friendship in the past but now?? They were loyal friends.

"What dear?" Sergei shouted loudly, leaning towards her cell slightly. Her sobbing picked up again as a dark smile spread upon his face.

"5... 4... 3... 2..."

"Do it to me! Do it to me, I beg!" She sobbed out, her purple eyes blurry as she heard Archie across the court protest her choice, while Buck only shouted, "Paris, no!"

"Looks like you made two of your dearest friends mad at you. I wonder if they're going to get back at you?" His voice was filled with venom as he shoved Paris to the ground, his cold hands gripping the ends of her shirt as his cold knuckles began to expose her abdomen area that shook with each lift.

"..." She sniffled as she didn't look around at anyone. She couldn't bear to see any of her friends in a state like this and she began to sob again as she saw the shadow of Sergei lifting the ax.

"PARIS!"

Immense pain bestowed upon her as she felt the ax strike. Her hands grasped themselves around the open wound as a pool of blood trickled out of the new wound, the ax threw her rich blood onto her face, the impact causing her to flinch. She screamed at the pain and screamed and screamed. She bellowed. She hissed. She wailed.

"Don't be such a pussy Paris ~" grinned Sergei as he dropped the ax and yawned. "Yeesh, I expected more of you to chop at each other. Maybe Buck won't disappoint me ...? Backside."

Buck glanced around the room and saw the distortion in all of his friends: Mitch hadn't looked up once and cradled his head in between his legs, Archie flexed his fingers in and out, the wound finally being able to heal and Istvàn glanced down at his bloody vest, his tears never did stop falling.

Buck was fed up with the sadisticness of what Sergei was plotting and he turned towards Mitch's twin, Maple who glanced fearfully up at Buck. A fire burned inside of him as he snapped his attention towards the Russian that kneeled before Mitch, his fingers wedged within the male's blond hair as he moved Mitch's head to stare at him and his twin brother.

"... Buck, I don't want you hurting yourself ..." He squeaked out. "... Please ..."

Buck turned towards the Russian who was glaring intensely at him, 15 seconds on the timer that threateningly loomed down towards 0.

"Maple." Buck shouted. Sergei unknitted his fingers from his husband's golden locks as Mitch reached forward, his gray eyes alarmed and panicked. He knew what he was thinking: you would NEVER do this, Buck! This isn't you!

"... Wait Buck..."

Buck turned towards Mitch, who had frail determination.

"Please don't hurt him.. I don't want to hear him in so much pain..."

"Don't worry, it'll be quick..." Buck had so much anger bent up inside him. His veins boiled as he watched the circle open up between the two and Buck gripped the handle of the ax, imprints of his fingernails embedded his palms.

He lunged forward towards Sergei, who only cocked an eyebrow and he pressed a button, which paused the timer and caused Sergei's lightning-fast reaction for his communist whip.

"Eenie, weenie, miny, moe -" his eyes lingered over Mitch for a quick second and the golden whip began to choke Maple. The male's breathing shallowed as his fingers instantly went up towards his throat. Buck drew back as he dropped the bloody ax.

Shit. Shit. SHIT!

"NO STOP -! PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING...!" Mitch shouted, watching his baby twin being choked to death. Mitch grabbed onto Sergei's leg, which only intensified the smirk that glued itself to the Russian's face. No matter how hard Mitch dug his fingernails into Sergei's boots, the Russian couldn't feel a thing.

"You see, Buck - you break the rules and then this happens." Maple's hands tried to rip the golden whip off of his neck; however, Sergei pulled harder and harder. Maple's light blue eyes dulled and dulled until a shaky break exhaled out of Maple's mouth.

"... Maple? Stop playing around..." His older twin whined; however, Maple's body laid limp on the cement flooring. A scream escaped itself out of Paris's mouth as she tried to cover his quivering lip.

"Get back to your circle."

And he obliged.

Buck tried to glance over at Mitch; however, the American didn't dare look over at the German, his eyes were glued to the floor as Buck felt his heart sink in his chest. HE was the reason why Maple was dead. HIS brash instincts had kicked in and now, they were only down to 6 people in this hellhole.

"You must feel awful..." The American once again felt the Russian's lips against his ear. "You must hate me. How COULD I pair two people you love and care about to go against one another?"

"You're..."

"Mitch, you're adorable when your flabbergasted..." The Russian placed his freezing hand gently upon the male's chin, pressing himself against the shivering American. "I think you're really going to enjoy the next challenge I am scheming of..."

"Stop that," Buck shouted, his amber eyes down in a glare as Sergei's hands trailed down Mitch's neck, his breathing had paused when Sergei's hand froze in its place around his adam's apple. "Stay away from my husband."

"... Your husband is just dreadful. Don't worry, sweetheart, we're going to have LOTS of fun and get back to this conversation..." and that was the last thing Sergei hissed to him before stomping back into the circle of the room, Maple's dead blue eyes staring directly at the American: a stabbing sensation grew and grew in his gut.

"Such a shame, we are down a player.. Always a tragedy," his voice sounded like a halfass attempt of something genuine. "I was not expecting Buck to act so... brash in his actions. I. Never. Bluff. Anyways, the quiz will have to continue without a keen player... " Sergei grabbed the bloody ax and threw it across the room, the blade hit something large in the darkness.

Nobody dared say anything as Sergei left the middle of the room to become covered in darkness. Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like days. Days felt like weeks before Sergei had returned into the flickering light with a crooked blade and a large rod pipe with twists and turns.

"Since Buck selfishly killed Maple out of the test, this next test is going to be loyalty. Originally, the loyalty test was going to be something else but this seems more fun~!" Sergei grabbed the long rod and struck it three times in Buck's back, the thickening thuds made Mitch want to puke. Made Mitch want to cry. Made Mitch want to scream. Sergei's red eyes lingered on the American before snapping back to the German.

Buck's breathing quickened as he didn't look up at the group of friends, how could he? He hurt his significant other. He hurt Paris's baby boy. He had hurt someone who Archie called his son.

Sergei grabbed the German, strapping his wrists to the table as Sergei swept his feet from under him, his knees pounding against the bloody cement floor.

"... Stab the person to the hilt, anyone of your choice, as long as they're only 2 people away OR hit Buck three times with the rod as a punishment for Maple's suffering," a sour smile appeared on the male's lips as he grinned at the crowd and his dark red eyes rested upon Mitch.

"Fuck you," Mitch screamed. "Fuck you and your games!"

Sergei was undeterred by what the American had said and only hummed, "what's your choice, sweetie? "

"You don't get to call me that," Mitch hissed.

Sergei tightened the grip on the rod. "Do you REALLY think you're in a position of power, Mitch? Maybe if we were back in society's limelight; however, we are not."

Mitch's throat was tight. He couldn't choke out a clever response. He couldn't say ANYTHING. Sergei's lips pressed themselves together as he slammed the pipe right next to Buck's ear, repeatedly.

"Okay, okay... I am sorry! For the love of god, PLEASE stop...!" Mitch tried to drag himself forward, to reach out... ANYTHING; however, the shackles kept him in place.

"Wrong answer, Mitch." The pipe began to grow and grow closer to Buck's ear, his amber eyes terrified with each strike on the wooden table.

"I am sorry, Sergei... I SWEAR I won't do it again, love... you can call me whatever you want: degrade me? Sure. Just, don't hurt him, sweetheart." Mitch wanted to puke out the petname he called the male that imprisoned them all and only watched a toothy grin lodge itself onto Sergei's complexion.

"Good answer. Now, the timer starts."

"Mitch, I can take it..." Buck's voice snapped him back to reality.

"No, I can't .. Buck... I need you. ANGEL needs you." Mitch's heartbroken voice shivered out as the timer's ticking was starting to get on the male's nerves. He wished he could snap Sergei's neck right here, right now...

He glanced over at Archie, Istvàn, and Paris that seemingly didn't want to be stabbed to the hilt. He already caused Archie pain, Isti was already BLEEDING out and Paris, he couldn't live with hurting his mother figure...

"Mitch .. please, I deserve this... I killed your brother." Buck pleaded with the male, his eyes watering with guilt as what he had done to Maple.

"It wasn't your fault tho..."

"He'd still be around if it weren't for me..."

"10 seconds left on the clock ~" Sergei interrupted the conversation as Mitch glanced around the room and he choked out: "the knife..."

"Mitch, please don't stab me ..." Archie breathed out. "I am sorry for everything I did... please."

Mitch glanced at the crooked blade and took a deep breath, his reflection shining in the shining reflection of the crooked blade.

"I am sorry, Buck..."

"Mitch!" and plunged it into his own leg, his breathing picked up as his gray eyes remained glued to Buck, who tried to wrestle out of the constraints that held him. The Russian snapped the male's attention towards him when his voice spoke in his lower range.

"Maybe I should've been more clear but I'm surprised that you found a creative way of not hurting one of your friends, quite bright." Sergei taunted as he forced the blade more into Mitch's leg, the crooked blade, his hands knitting around the American's hand, the American tried to yank the blade out of his leg but the tight grip from Sergei wasn't helping.

"Fuck you."

"Manage to find your words? How adorable. I thought you couldn't be even more beautiful..." before ripping out of the male's leg, scarlet splattering on the cement.

"From this point on, you'll have to stab someone else that isn't you," he glared over at Mitch, who dropped the bloody knife onto the ground and only glanced at Buck, who had been shaking through the whole thing.

"Mitch, you should've whacked me..."

"I told you. I couldn't..." Mitch whispered softly as he crisscrossed his arms over his stomach and sat down, he couldn't bear the thought of hurting someone else... He didn't WANT to hurt someone else.

"Archie. Your turn."

"I know my choice." Once again, lightning quick. Archie's eyes glanced at the long rod and picked it up and turned towards the German, who closed his eyes, ready for the whipping.

"Arch, don't -" Mitchell yelped through the air as he watched Archie move behind the German.

"No hard feelings?"

"Pfft. No hard feelings," Buck answered as Archie began to whack the male. Archie had hit the male with so much force that it caused him to fall forward, his chin hitting the splintering table hard and Archie gave him one more whack, which resulted in a small grunt. The German's chin was starting to turn purple.

"Buck!! Are you okay??" It sounded like a stupid question at first; however, the German gave a small grunt.

"Yeah. Don't worry, Mitch."

"It's my JOB to worry!" Mitch tensed as Sergei spoke up before the German could weasel a response.

"Thank you, Archie. That was rather .. interesting to watch..." Sergei wrote down what he had just witnessed and then closed his book with so much force that the pages groaned in response.

"Istvàn, this is the perfect time to get revenge on Archie for cutting you or you can whack Buck 3 times. "

Istvàn glanced up, his leg was almost severed completely as he shuffled on the ground.

"How exactly-? I cannot walk..."

"That's right. Your leg is almost detached from your body... " Sergei chuckled darkly to himself and then eyed the Hungarian, "don't worry, I'll do whatever choice you do... "

Istvàn eyed the German and his breathing tightened as the German had finally gotten up from the blows that Sergei and Archie had done to him. Mitch had gotten up off the floor as the knife was just out of his reach.

Sergei turned around and kicked the blade out of the American's distance. "Don't make the same mistake Buck did. You're too pretty to afford being dumb."

"Stop flirting with him..." Buck grumbled through hissed teeth. The only response he got was a whack to his spinal cord.

"István please! That is my older brother... " Tobias pleaded out, his brown eyes glancing fretfully at his older brother as he bit his lip. "I don't think he can take another beating..."

István glanced over at the German, who slowly began to lift his head again, his brown eyes hiding the pain he had just went through and gave a small, reassuring smile. Buck mouthed the words ' it'll be okay ' and Istvàn only choked on his saliva as a timer went off behind him.

"Buck..." Istvàn choked out. He watched in horror as Sergei gripped the long pole that he hadn't let go of and stalked towards the male, hate bleeding out of his red eyes as a sadistic smile drew itself onto his face.

"Good choice, Istvàn. You'd rather let someone go who wronged you and punish someone who killed someone."

His heart twisted into a knot as Tobias glanced hurtfully at Istvàn and could only witness in terror as Sergei whacked the male 4 times in the back, one growing harder and harder with hate.

"... That was 4 ..." Istvàn choked out. "That was NOT the deal!" Buck's knees quivered as the German didn't have the strength to keep his head up. Sweat beat off his brow as his breaths shallowed and shalllowed.

"Oh ~" cooed the Russian, his red eyes lingering on them. "The punishment goes up by one... Did I forget to mention that? So Tobias ~"

Tobias glared hatefully at the Russian and only listened to what the sadistic male had ordered, "stab someone 2 players away in either direction or whack Buck 5 times."

"I'd rather stab someone." He glanced over at Istvàn who only bit his lip, regretting hurting the Austrian's older brother and one of his good friends. Tobias picked up the long, crooked blade and glanced at the darkening blood and glanced in the direction of Archie, Archie's reflection faded with Mitch's blood.

The Brit paled. "Tobias.. If this is about your boyfriend, I am sorry... Let's not... Jump to conclusions-"

Tobias stalked over to where Archie was and the circle opened. Tobias glanced over at the male, trying to find a place that would do the least amount of damage. Archie fell backwards trying to get away and Tobias jumped on him!

"This has to be done to spare my brother!" Tobias hissed, stabbing Archie in the right shoulder, halfway. He began to drag the blade out until he felt the devil himself wrap itself around his hands.

"I said to the hilt of the blade." Sergei forced the blade into Archie's shoulder which caused Archie to hiss out in agony. Paris's sobbing picked up again as she curled herself up into a ball, not excited it was her turn to choose. Would she stab someone or whack Buck? Her choice here mattered.

Sergei glanced over at the crying french girl and then dropped the metal rod and the crooked blade in front of her.

"And so, it comes to you..." Sergei responded. Paris didn't respond as she looked at the blade and the glimmering metal rod infront of her.

"I'll... I'll ..." her circle disappeared as she reached for the metal rod and felt the cold metal in her hand. There was a giant blood splatter at the end of the thing.

"Paris ... Please don't hit him... He's already in so much pain ...!" Mitch choked out.

Tobias shook his head as he shouted. "... Please, you can stab me ... He won't survive 5 whacks-"

"Or stab me," Mitch spoke up, his gray eyes glancing at the Frenchwoman who didn't drop the metal pipe.

"It's 6 ~" Sergei grinned darkly and placed his hands on her shoulders, the coldness of his hands caused a small shiver to run down her spine. "Just because you didn't whack him doesn't mean it's still at 5, so give him 6 fucking whacks."

Paris sniffed as she glanced over at the crying Mitch and Tobias who pleaded for her not to. "... I have to..." Paris choked out, her words were very quiet as Tobias shouted,

"He can't take another beating... Stab me to the hilt, PLEASE I beg you...!" Tobias shouted loudly, his vision blurred as tears began to fall down his face. This was the first time since she saw the Austrian cry this hard before.

"He's already in so much pain... Please don't cause my brother any more..." Tobias grew sadder and sadder as he watched every step she took towards his older brother until she stood over Buck.

Buck only turned his head up towards her, his mouth barely opening.

"..." She tried to open her mouth but no words fell out. No apologies. Sympathy. Anger. Memories. Anything. She only stared down at the German in regret, tears falling from her eyes as she weakly hit him in the back with the rod.

She began to walk back to her spot before Sergei jumped in her way. "I'm sorry girl but you barely hit him. 6 times, remember ...?" His mocking voice kicked in, his red eyes narrowing down at her as she clutched her blonde pigtails and began to whimper.

She clutched the rod in the only hand and she turned away from the Russian, who only snarled in acceptance.

Sergei grabbed the notebook that he had placed into his pocket and began to write out what he was observing.

Paris raised the shiny rod over her head and struck the male's back.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four.

Five.

Six...

Each time making a more sickening noise than the rest. A gurgling noise nobody understood but feared. Paris glanced down at the German who didn't try and get up.

Sergei stalked towards the German and asked, "Buck?"

There was no answer.

"Looks like you beat the living life out of him ~" Sergei smirked as he then pulled up the male's shirt, his back was bruised hard as blood leaked out of multiple holes that had been inflicted on his back. "Looks like some of your guy's loyalty to some allies are greater than others..." Sergei wrote something down as he muttered that and clapped his hands.

"For this next part, I'm afraid that I'll have to knock you all out and move you, no hard feelings?" Sergei responded, his voice curled up at the end as someone had just told a funny joke.

Everyone was silent at that part while Mitch only muttered, ".. I hope you burn in hell.. " and turned his back towards everybody. It wasn't directed at anyone but the cold words seemed like they were meant for Paris. After all, she was the one who didn't want to stab one of her friends, but she would be willing to kill someone who didn't mean any harm for what he had done... Her heart squeezed in her chest as more tears fell down her face as a soft gas appeared around the group, while Sergei wore a suit covering his face. Paris tried to squirm as Sergei moved towards her, but her vision blanked...

Sergei went around one-by-one and stopped at Mitch, his head cocked towards the male as the American glanced over his shoulder, his stormy gray eyes cold towards the villain that grinned.

"Would you be a doll and help me move these unconscious play toys~" his voice teased through the darkness as the American wrinkled his nose.

"Why am I not knocked out... Like everybody?"

"Oh, you were. I just gave you something to make you come back into consciousness easier. And I thought you were somebody who knew a lot about science."

The American didn't say anything as the Russian leaned forward, his nose touched the American's. He wanted to vomit.

"Well? Are you going to help or not?"

"Why would I help somebody like you??"

Sergei bit his lip, leaning towards Mitch as the American stood still like a statue. His red eyes made the male feel like a deer trapped in headlights.

"You have no other choice, how's that for an answer?" his voice was low as he raked his fingers against Mitch's cheek as his fingers made its way to the back of his neck. The small sensation sent a shiver down his spine as Sergei moved away from the American, dragging the other individuals who were left and unconscious, the chains around his ankles loosening.

Mitch picked up the sleeping frenchwoman and watched the Russian drag the Hungarian into a green box looking structure. He gently sat her down as the shorter male gave him a giant grin.

"I see your curious about what this is."

"Yeah, you can say that."

"You're going to want to hold your breath."

Mitch grabbed Archie while Sergei grabbed Tobias. A snapping noise snapped in the silence as Mitch groaned, almost dropping the Brit.

"How are those ribs of yours?"

"Oh, you know..." Mitch hissed out as Sergei cocked his head to the side once again. "Broken."

"I couldn't just let you dominate the competition, Mitch."

"Fuck you. You didn't have to do ANY of this!" Mitch screamed as Sergei moved a step closer to him, his deep breaths audible as Mitch took a step back towards the box.

"But I did. I wanted to test a hypothesis I had created... I wanted to test it. Anything wrong with that?"

"On SO many levels. This isn't ethical. This is sadistic. This is gross. This is..."

Sergei had decided to cut Mitch off: "you're cute when you get like that, now I know what Buck saw in you." and he leaned in. Clasping a kiss against Mitch's lips, taking him by surprise. He didn't know how to react... He didn't know WHAT to do. He felt his back ram against the glass as Sergei's grip tightened on his forearms and shoved him into the box, his ribs crying out in agony.

"Biases never hurt anyone, Mitch, if they don't find out..." and the male slammed his lips against Mitch's once again. Tears leaked from Mitch's eyes as a hotness blossomed on his cheeks.

Sergei pulled away, resting his mouth on the male's adam's apple. "Calm down, Mitch. I'm only going to mark you."

And he did exactly that.

The male tore away from him, winking at him. "I have something that can get you to the next round... you just gotta do something for me..."

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"I'm sorry that you had to wake up in a place like this, but it was much quieter and quicker to move you unconscious... " the dark voice perked up again as Mitch's dark gray eyes landed upon the Russian male, who locked eyes with him until Mitch tore the gaze away.

It was obvious that the circle that surrounded them had disappeared and they were chained to the wall by their feet and in a small cell like structure.

"This next test is about laughter. Everyone loves the sound of laughter filling the air but this challenge isn't about laughing. I've concocted a toxic laughing gas that thrives in wet places.. " Sergei placed a cold finger underneath Mitch's neck and smirked. "When you breathe the chemical in, it causes irreversible internal damage, killing your vocal cords and burning right through your neck ~"

Sergei shut the small, glass cells that held all of them and sat outside the cell, watching the gas fill up the tank.

"Have fun surviving 5 minutes of all of this ~" Sergei glanced down at his hands as he smirked as he tapped on the glass, watching the show escalate.

The first 3 minutes, the gang covered their mouths, trying to hold their breathes as long as they could.

At times, Archie would take small breaths, the chemical lightly burning his nose hairs. It wasn't enough to be deadly and he calculated his risk... Not too much.

Tobias had his eyes shut, his face turning a blue and trying to go the whole 5 minutes without breathing.

Paris had her hand covering her mouth as she hiccuped.

Mitch sat there perfectly fine, his eyes were closed as he shoved his nose into his shirt.

Istvàn looked like he was struggling the most. His face twisted up in emotion as he thought of the jokes that Buck used to tell Tobias and him. The look of hurt that Tobias wore had crossed Istvàn's mind as his mind raced about what he had done in round two... That he took away Tobias's older brother, Mitch's husband and his good friend. Someone that stuck by him.

The timer ticked and ticked while Istvàn felt so sick. He was sick of playing this cruel, demented game. He was sick of crying and all the noise. His wouds continued to bleed, even with the bandages tied around his wounds. The gas burned at his open sores. Istvàn couldn't hold his breath any longer and took a large gulp of air. His vocal cords burned as he began to laugh.

He couldn't stop laughing.

Tears ran down his face as his hands hit him on top of his head.

Stop.

Stop.

" ISTVÀN !! " Tobias shouted, breathing in the harmful chemical as well, reaching for Isti as hugging the male, tears racing down Istvàn's cheeks as he leaned up against the wall, his body going limp. "Istvàn.. I love you..." And soon, Tobias's body went limp while holding the Hungarian.

Paris let out a small gasp as she began to choke; the gas got sucked out of the small chamber and Sergei only glanced at Paris, a smirk crossed his face cruelly.

"You're lucky the timer had run out ~" he smirked, his body veered towards the girl with pigtails and he only snapped his fingers.

The cuffs that were around their legs had released and the group fell forward, their ankles sore from the iron-tight cuffs that held them in place.

Mitch removed his nose from the shirt as Archie's brown eyes lingered on the taller male, his grumpy attitude flattening when he asked: "did that work?"

"Yeah. It did."

"I don't care what you do in your freetime, Mitch; however, if you're going to be parading that around, least you can do is cover it up," Archie lectured as Mitch pulled his shirt to cover his throat. Even in times like these, Archie was still traditional and high on looking cordial.

"Oh shush, Archie. You act like he's a horny teenager, he is married!! You act like I have never given you a hickey before!" Paris tried to regain her composure by lecturing Archie; however, her lips quivered as she spoke.

And the American male threw up. His breathing quickening as Sergei smirked as he snapped his fingers twice, the surroundings around them changing into a small glass chamber. There were 7 buttons but four of them had been disabled.

"Now. This one was a hard one for me..." Sergei started, his red eyes glancing at the three figures in the chamber.

"I had to get thinking yanno ... What challenge do I have to make for someone selfish enough to win...?"

He strolled in front of Archie's chamber and smirked, his red eyes seemingly glaring into his soul. Tears began to fall from Paris's eyes as Sergei pointed up: revealing a large, metal vent. "The buttons in front of you correspond to different chambers that hold a player. The vents above you hold water and will dump water on them if their button is selected. If you don't choose a button, your chamber will be filled to the brim."

"You're a ... You're a monster..." Paris shouted out, her frail body shaking as Sergei only let out a small cackle.

"You've just noticed ?" Sergei pressed, he leaned up against her glass and began to tap rather loudly, her hands grabbed her ears and cowered before the male. "Don't interrupt me."

"Anyways," Sergei spun on his heel. "Which one of you will be generous with your precious oxygen ~?" He taunted as the vents began to open slowly, water leaking out of the opening.

"What do we do !!! What do we do ???" Paris cried out, the water filling up to her ankles.

"The only way we are getting out of here is.." Mitch breathed, water slamming itself onto his face.

"Don't be brash!" Archie argued, clearly Paris had missed a cue and began to sob once more.

"If you press the buttons for my chamber... You guys can get out of here." Mitch shouted, the water lapped against the glass and eventually was waist high. Mitch pressed his hands against the glass as he glanced at the villain, who was watching in the shadows.

"Surely there has to be another way ..." Archie pressed.

"There's no time, okay? I believe that you two can find help and punish Sergei for what he has done..."

The water filled up to their chest area as Paris closed her eyes and clicked the button for Mitch's chamber.

Archie glanced up at the vent that opened a bit further and then bit his lip. "Mitch, you were the best mistake that I have ever made. I KNOW I was never a good 'Father' but I just want you to know... That I am proud of you. That I love you. I never regretted finding you and taking you in."

"Tch, don't get sappy." Mitch smiled softly as Archie clicked Mitch's button. "I deserve this anyways... Trust me." He pointed to the hickey that stook out like a sore thumb.

"You're married so premarital isn't even in the picture," Archie joked as the American didn't glance at Archie.

"Mitch..." Archie took Mitch's silence as a dark response as the Brit's eyes shot towards the Russian.

What was happening?? Paris cried cried to herself as she watched Archie's water continued to rise.

"You're not a bad person. I understand." The vent above Mitch's chamber had opened all the way, which caused the male to go under water. The two pressed up against their chambers as Mitch flashed Archie and Paris a thumbs up and a large, reassuring smile.

"WAIT, WHAT ABOUT ANGEL!" Paris shrieked as the air bubbles flooded out of his mouth slower and slower until they had finally stopped. How could she have forgotten?? How could MITCH forgotten about his son??

Probably from loosing his twin brother, husband and friends...

A large crack sounded off in front of them , which caused Paris to jump. The sound came from a watch that Sergei had stomped on, splintering the glass into the cement surface. Archie glanced at his wrist and noticed his watch was missing.

"I was hoping that Mitch would have made it to the end but I guess we can't get what we want. Guess he couldn't handle what had happened although he agreed to it."

"He couldn't handle living without Buck and Maple...!" Paris jumped to the corpse's defense, only for Sergei to give a small scoff.

"Paris... That's not what Sergei meant..." Archie trailed as the Russian gave a big, fat grin.

"Welcome now.. the two love birds have made it to the final round.." Sergei pressed his lips together and let out a small tsk... Tsk... Tsk.

"I was really hoping to get to the final one: the friendship test, but not everything goes the way you want it to when designing tests like these... even brought an extra person and they died." Sergei sighed as he opened his notebook up and began to jot something down, a crooked smile forming on his face.

"This last test will be about honesty." He grabbed out 2 maple syrup bottles and placed them on the table, 2 for each of Archie and Paris.

The maple syrup in front of them had words carved into them.

Chance and choice.

"Chance or choice," Sergei responded, throwing an apple up into the air and smirking.

"I wanted to go with maple syrup since it's a specialty in Canada and one of Maple's favorite things. I even ordered them handmade from Canada..." The male chuckled as he crushed the apple that he was throwing.

"Where was I...?" Sergei pondered and then Archie spoke up. "Chance and Choice."

"Right, thank you," Sergei responded, throwing the apple towards the ground and slamming his hands on the table, causing both of them to jump back.

"If both of you select chance, one dies at random. If one chooses choice and the other chance, whoever chose chance will die. If you both choose choice, you both die."

"... Die from what .. ?"

"An odorless, tasteless substance that will kill you in an instant. You'll have 90 seconds to determine what you'll do ~"

Sergei moved away from the small table and Paris glanced at Archie.

"You should do choice, there are a lot of people that need and care for you, like your brothers .." Paris responded quickly, her voice chirping up.

"I can't do that dear. What about all the people that love and care about you too, like Sylvie... "

"Then ... Let's both do chance then..." Paris responded quietly, her voice shaking a bit as they both selected a maple syrup bottle.

Sergei grabbed the maple syrup bottles, pouring the maple syrup into a small mixture and placing them down on the table for them.

Archie grabbed the small tea cup and began to drink out of it, as well as Paris.

Sergei yawned as a smirk drew itself onto his face. "Oh...? Did I forget the answers of what the other person said are on the bottom of the glass..?"

Archie's face went pale as he noticed his sweetheart's choice: choice. Paris gasped as he began to cough, he grabbed his throat as Paris began to wail loudly.

"... I'm sorry ! I'm sorry ...!" She shouted and kept repeating herself. Archie fell to the floor , his brown eyes dull with life.

"Congratulations Paris ... You failed. But as promised, you can punish me as you see fit. You're free to go." The restraints released themselves off of Paris and she glanced down at her dead lover, guilt lingering in her stomach.

"Oh, but there is one thing you have to do for me.." Sergei grabbed out his notebook and handed it towards the frenchwoman, who's eyes dropped at the sight of what was written in bold. She opened her mouth, but no words had fallen out and instead thickened up in her throat

Sergei seemed to notice her hesitant nature and then cleared his throat, smirking a bit. "Oh don't worry darling , I guess I will start it out for you."

He cleared his throat and began. "From the tests that had been thoroughly tested, I can hereby say.."

Sergei eyed the frenchwoman who shifted uncomfortably. "That's where you fill in."

"... That even if you're allies, you're not true friends ..."

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