dark!AmericaXReader - Game Over

Bang, bang, you're dead, fifty bullets in your head...

It was freezing outside. You pulled your scarf closer to yourself and knocked on Alfred's door twice. "Al, it's (Name)! Let me in, it's freezing out here!"

When Alfred opened the door, his eyes lit up with joy and his grin was so wide it nearly cracked his face in two. He ushered you inside, the smile never leaving his face.

"(Name)! Oh man, (Name), I found this game on the internet and we're totally gonna play it, right?"

You stared at him with disbelief as you unwound your scarf around from your neck and took off your coat, hat and gloves, hanging them on the coat rack by the door. "You invited me over to your house just to play a game? Why didn't you just ask your brother to play with you instead?"

For a moment, Alfred stopped and a shadow passed across his face. "Mattie's a little... tied up, at the moment." But then his grin came back, although it looked a little crooked. "That's why you have to play with me!"

You rolled your eyes. "Fine, fine, I'll play with you. What do I have to do in this game?"

At this point, it was almost impossible to grin any wider, but Alfred seemed to manage it. "I'll tell you in a minute. First, I need to find one little thing..." He fumbled in his pockets, muttering to himself, until he suddenly found what he was looking for. He drew the item out, and you saw it was his pistol. Unable to shake off the feeling of unease you were getting, you asked him, what the handgun was for.

"It's for the game, (Name), duh!"

You weren't sure where this was going, and your unease shook you. "Um... what exactly do you have to do in this game?"

Alfred walked over to you and you could see a glint of madness in his eyes. "Oh, it's simple, really. All you do is run," he whispered into your ear, "and try not to be caught by me."

You started to panic. "W-what do you mean?" you stammered, unable to keep the fear out of your voice.

He laughed. It wasn't at all like his regular, throaty laugh. It was a crazy, off-pitch chuckle and it filled you with terror. "It's like tag; you run from me and hope I don't catch you. You've got a twenty second head start; make sure you use it well. Usually, you'd only have ten seconds, but I'll make a special exception, just for you, (Name)." He grinned at you, closed his eyes and started counting down from twenty. Jumping out of your seat, you ran out of the sitting room and rushed up the stairs. Opening the door of the room closest to you, you heard Alfred call out, "Ten seconds left, (Name)!"

Panicking, you rushed into the room and closed the door as quietly as you could. Immediately, the sickening smell of fresh blood hit you. Looking around the room, you saw that it was a bedroom with a giant bed, wardrobe, desk and a chest of drawers, and a lifeless body slumped in the corner. Everything was covered with blood. Upon closer inspection, you saw that the body was Matthew's, tied up with barbed wire cutting into his throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. Poor Matthew. Would Alfred do the same to you? You decided not to take any chances. You crawled underneath the bed, lying as still as possible. You heard Alfred coming up the stairs, calling out, "Time's up, I'm coming for you!" You heard his footsteps get closer to the room you were in.

"Where are you, (Name)? Don't you want to play with me?" Alfred called. You did not. The only game you were interested in playing with him right now was hide-and-seek. You hid and hoped he wouldn't find you. Ever.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and from your hiding place, you saw that same mad look on the blond's face.

"I know you're in here, (Name)! Where, exactly, though... hmm..." He crossed the floor, and flung open the wardrobe doors. "Not in here... maybe behind the chest of drawers?" He checked there too. "Nope, not there either." Then, it hit him, and you held your breath. He shoved a hand underneath the bed, and you let out a whimper.

"Found you!" He dragged you out from your hiding place, the crazy grin still plastered to his face. "Were you hiding from me, (Name)?"

You shook your head, shaking. "N-no..."

"Yes you were! But that doesn't matter anyway, because I still caught you, and that means I won!" He laughed again, and you fought the urge to cry. From the corner of your eye, you saw the door was still open. Alfred followed your gaze, and shook his head, grinning madly.

"Don't bother. All the doors downstairs are locked. Now that I've caught you, we can finish this game." Digging out some rope from his pockets, he bound your hands together and pushed you onto the bed. Climbing on top of you, he kissed you roughly, shoving his tongue inside your mouth. Shuddering, you tried to push him off, but with your hands tied, the task was impossible. After a few minutes, he pulled away, licking his lips.

"You taste so good, (Name). The game's almost over now. There's just one more thing to do." He picked you up off the bed and dropped you onto the floor unceremoniously.

"Get on your knees." He commanded, and you did so, letting a tear fall down your cheek. He stroked it lovingly, wiping away the tear. "Don't cry, (Name), everything will be better soon." He cooed, pulling out his pistol again. Your eyes widened.

"What are you doing? Stop! Don't do it!" You cried, tears now freely flowing from your face.

He flicked the safety off and pointed it at your head. "Sorry, (Name), but that's how the game works. You lose, you pay... with your life."

"But... I don't want to die..." you sobbed.

"Too bad. Game over, babe." And he pulled the trigger. Your eyes went wide as you fell to the floor, dead. He kissed your cold lips once before putting the pistol back in his pocket and propping you up next to his brother.
"I love you." He whispered in your ear, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

...turn around and touch the floor, you'll be safe if you reach the door.