Hetalia-fied Asylum

China looked at the tomato in his hand and then back to the grumpy one. "It's a tomato," he insisted, waving it in their faces. "It's definitely HOLY BALLET A UNICORN!" Breaking free from his grasp, he ran down the hall to where the shiny magical unicorn was laying on the floor and screaming about real things. "ENGLAND SAID YOU WERE REAL BUT I NEVER SAW A UNICORN SINCE ENGLAND WAS CRAZY ANYWAY BUT LOOK IT'S A UNICORN ARU!" He yelled to the assorted group of other vaguely familiar people that were around the unicorn. "Maaaagical unicorn~" China petted the unicorn's soft pink fur happily. Unicorns were awesome.

(Unicorn=England.)

(( LOLWTFCHINA. ))

Spain looked at Romano and shrugged. He then stuffed his right hand into his lab coat pocket to see if there was a key. No. He checked his other pocket. Not there either.

"Sorry Lovi~. I don't have it at the moment." He said.

He looked at the door, and then looked at China who was yelling something about a unicorn, and running towards a group of people. 'He must be hallucinating.' Spain thought. He grabbed Romano's hand and started to follow behind China, wondering who was over there. He smiled once he noticed they were other countries.

"Hola~!" He said cheerfully, examining who was there.

It seemed Scotland, Armenia, England, Alina, and Ireland. Spain tensed up when he saw Ireland, since he had experimented on her. He pleaded in his head, hoping that Ireland wouldn't recognize him as the scientist that had tortured since that would cause problems. He glanced at England, and realized what state he was in.

"Is England OK?" He asked, a slight bit of worry evident through his voice.

Poland began to back away from the man, giving suspicious glares, and then he felt the back of his foot bumped into something. Poland looked back hesitantly and noticed that South Corn (( South Korea if you couldn't already tell >.> )) was there right behind him. He noticed him shift around, it seemed that he had gained conscious finally.

While Poland was distracted by South Corn, the man had injected the needle into Poland's neck. Poland's eyes widened, and then he began to feel cold all over. He began to feel so cold that he couldn't feel his limbs, and fell on top of South Corn. Then a pain arose in his stomach, and his vision began to dim. His hands twitched when he tried to move, but failed, and passed out on top of South Corn.

While Poland was unconscious on top of South Corn, he had a dream. He was in a white room. In fact. It didn't even seem like a room. Everything was white, and he was in the form of a chibi. Poland didn't feel cold any more, he pinched himself and he didn't feel anything. He spoke out but he heard nothing. He stood up and walked around. He kept on walking and then he noticed that his surroundings were begining to darken, his appearence seemed older too.

'This is like, totally not cool!' He said, but sound still refuse to come out.

Then he began to walk faster, in a random direction. He started to run the other direction, but it just got darker and darker until everything was black. He couldn't even see himself.

Poland opened his eyes to see himself strapped to a cold, hard, bed. He still felt cold as before, and then he looked around to see where he was. He was in another different room. There were scientists chatting on what they were about to do. He looked around and saw South Corn, strapped to a table too. He saw one of the scientists walk up to Poland with another needle syringe, and a smile spread across his face.

"Like, let me go!!" Poland said.

"Behave and it won't hurt so much, you annoying child." He said coldly.

Poland began to struggle under the restraints, they began to pinch his skin, but he struggled anyways.

"LIKE, LET ME GO ALREADY!!" He yelled this time.

Armenia perked up when she heard a familiar Spanish accent. "Spain?! When did you get he-..." She stopped mid-sentence when she saw what he was wearing. A white lab coat? Spain isn't.....in league with those people is he? Can....we trust him?

She noticed that the Spaniard was asking about England now. "No, he's not doing well. I don't know exactly what those people did to him, but he's not himself at all." She glanced back at England, only to see China....petting him. She shook her head and turned back to the Spaniard.

"I am curious though Spain, are you on our side? Or their side? You are wearing one of their lab coats." Armenia crossed her arms, hoping that things wouldn't get out of hand. Most of them weren't in the proper condition for a fight.

*Ireland grew silent from her singing when she saw Spain. Her glare was intense as she began to rise from the floor. She took a step forward and answered Armenia's question.* "He's the one who drugged me and did this." *She said raising her wrists up, her gaze never moving from Spain. She walked a bit closer to Spain and punched him in the face as hard as she could. When he fell to the floor, she stepped on his chest and pressed down.* "Now, I want to know. What did ye do to me?"

Spain felt a drop of sweat run down the back of his head when Ireland got up. He smiled, trying to seem nice. Then Ireland told Armenia what he had done. Yup. He's in deep s**t now. Ba***rd... He stumbled backward when Ireland had punched in the face. When his body fell upon the floor, he felt something on his chest, which was Ireland's foot. He blinked and took in Ireland's question.

What does that drug do? He asked himself.

He thought more, that solution always came out with different results, so he couldn't say for sure.

Spain shrugged and said. "I don't know."

*Ireland stared at him wide eyed and kicked him in the face from anger. She barred her teeth and pushed her foot down on him harder.*

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT DOES?!" *She yelled at him the rage obvious in her green orbs. 'Calm down Eily, he's got to be kidding. All these nerd's write down this kind of information somewhere.' She removed her foot from him and continued to glare down at him.*

((Short post is short ))

He glanced over at Alina, who said something completely outrageous in his mind. "They aren't -THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING- real at all!!!" He yanked his wrist out of Alina's grasp, glaring at her, his head spinning.

England flinched slightly when he felt someone touching him; then slowly looked down... He saw that China was.... petting him...? And calling him a unicorn....? An annoyed expression crossed his face, as he pushed the Chinese woman away from him.

(( .... I FEEL LIKE I COULD HAVE WRITTEN SO MUCH MORE. D; ))

China was pushed away and his face was like D;
"WHY YOU NO LOVE ME UNICORN? DDDDDDDDD;" he yelled, latching onto the annoyed horny stallion. "I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU BUT YOU NO LOVE MEEEEEEEEE."

(It's like he's on crack or something. You guys are all serious and China's seeing unicorns. mmhmm. Also, horny stallions for the win 8D)

Romano stared at Spain with wide and shocked eyes. "Did Spain...really do that to you Ireland?" He asked while backing away from the Spaniard and not letting his eyes off of him "Spain wouldn't do that...right?" Romano couldn't really believe it since Spain was always nice to him, was that all just an act? He was so lost and confused so he just kept backing away "What the hell is going on....." He felt so late, it seemed like everyone knew everything besides him, it was like everyone left him out and crap. It wasn't a good feeling especially not knowing something like THIS.

((HAH YOU'RE SCREWED SPAAIN))

(( OKAY. SO I'M POSTING FOR ICELAND; WHO HAS GIVEN ME PERMISSION TO POST HER THING FOR HER, BECAUSE SHE WON'T. SO YEAH. ))

“Norway!” Iceland held onto her, hissing as her alarming heat scathed his ice cold skin. He pulled the syringe out of her, so no more of its contents would drip into her, but he didn’t quite think of the fact that she’d be bleeding. He obviously couldn’t think straight… He pressed his hand on where she bled, trying to stop the flow. To his surprise, blood really did stop flowing. He took his hand away and found that part of her slightly frozen. Whoops… Er… At least she wasn’t bleeding from there anymore…

He touched her forehead to feel her temperature, and he swore there was steam seeping from where his icy fingers met with her bare skin. She was that hot, and he was that cold. She seemed to be in pain… Iceland needed help.

He cautiously stood, and gently lifted her into his arms. He had to practically drag his feet to move forward; they felt heavy and numbed. But he had to move, his sister needed help, and he sure as hell wouldn’t get it from that unconscious dude in the lab suit. He walked out of the room, looking up to see where he was going, and back down to see if his sister was okay. He ambled in a random direction, hoping he would find someone who wasn’t out to stick a needle in them.

(( AAAAANNNDD NOW FOR MY POST. |D ))

"....Island..." Female Norway's head turned slightly towards her brother, wishing she could see him. She could tell that it was hard for him to carry her, for she was feeling him trudge through the halls, an obvious strain on him. "I'm sorry, bror..." Her voice faded into an almost un-heard whisper of the wind, as she leaned against her brother's ice-cold body. Her skin was burning up, it was unbearable for her to take. She was so used to the freezing cold, that when her skin was on fire, she felt extremely sick. "Nngh..." Her steaming hot hands held onto her brother's freezing cold arm, as he continued to carry her; trying to find someone to help them.

It was a total fluke.

He managed to tear off the edge of one of the smaller floor vents in between the times it took for the doctors to get to his cell. Every time he heard footsteps, his heart skipped a beat. An adrenaline rush would wash through his body and make his jaw clench until he looked angry or irritated. And then when those echoing footsteps would go away, he would tear that vent off as well as he can without cutting his hands up. It's not as easy as it sounds; the metal wasn't designed to be handled by people. It was designed to be stuck into the ground and stay that way. the screws were never meant to come off. They were never meant to be handled as a weapon and be driven into the side of a man in a white lab coat, to clatter to the ground and watch silently while his coat blooms a flower of red that looks stark and vivid against the rest of the monotonous white of the room. While Soren pushed and pulled, his mind thought - there's so much of that in this place. Thinking, thinking. Contemplating. Listening. Sitting. Thinking. And when his mind runs wild that's when he wonders if throughout all of those things he got put under... is he turning insane? Panting like an overweight dog and sweating like a sumo wrestler in a suana, he pulled his aching fingers free of the vent and collapsed. It was still in place, but he's been wrenching it and pushing at it and stamping at it and twisting at it for what seemed to be forever, and its resolve was starting to wane. Another few attempts, maybe, and it would be free. Down here there was nothing else to do other than think. He started with the lab coats and their needles, held in their hands in a way that is sickeningly innocent. Until they pass through his skin and leave him with a sluggish feeling that always gives way to blackness. And the way they inject their prey with darkness.

And then it pulled free.

What happened next was a blur. Denmark had begun tugging until the tips of his fingers started bleeding and dripping from his fingers. It wouldnt come. It just wouldnt. When the door opened and a figure appeared out of the corner of his vision, it must have been that spike of adrenaline that rushed through his body that caused newfound strength to pump through his body and tear it from its hinges. He raised his hand and then stuck. By the time he ran out into the hall barefooted and in hospital pajamas, he only vaguely registered the crush of bone giving way beneath his hand and a sickening crunch. When you're scared - and Denmark means really, really scared, not just hearing a noise at night or standing toe to toe with someone twice your size who is about to pound you into the dirt - it feels as though you are being injected with darkness. It's black water as cold as ice settling into your body where your blood and marrow used to be, pushing every other feeling out until it fills you from your feet to your scalp. It leaves you with nothing.
That's how he felt running. It wasn't the lab coats that terrified him, it wasn't that he just killed a man. Or the thought of being caught again. It wasnt even the thought that he might die shivering helplessly on the rock like after some strange fungus. No, it was the thought of what might happen after death. It's the thought of not being able to find Norway or Iceland while he ran through this corridor barefooted and with half of his mind gone, eaten away by some leach.

*Ireland nodded at Romano and moved away some hair from behind her ear, revealing a very bruised spot. She kicked Spain in the face and walked over to Romano.* Have they not tested on ye yet? *She asked arching an eyebrow as to how the Italian had not been experimented on yet she turned around not even realizing that her hand as lightly touching Romano's which made him instantly hear her thoughts.

"This eejit of a nerd better give me some answers before I beat them out of him. I swear to god if he did anything to hurt Scotland or England he's going to wish I never met him. Anyway's there got to be a way to make em' cough out the truth I bet if I offered the gobdaw some Tomato's or he's pedo candy sticks. (churros)"

*Ireland moved forward and stepped down on his chest again.* Now what's it goin' to take to make ye stop lyin'?

Female Norway's eyes closed, streaks of dried blood remaining on her cheeks, her and her brother's breaths the only sounds in the hallway. Suddenly, a jolt of pain erupted in her stomach, and she fell off from Iceland's grasp; clutching her stomach. A wave of nausea came over her, and she curled up into a tight ball, leaning against the wall; a brave look on her face, but her sheet-white colored face gave her true pain away.
She couldn't help but focus on the pain in her stomach; there was nothing to distract her. All she saw was a never ending plain of darkness, in which her voice could not be heard. Her thoughts were so evident in her mind they were almost suffocating, her voice so quiet that only if you were purposely listening, you could just barely make out what she says. Norway couldn't stand it; she was a naturally quiet and mysterious person, but being silent non-voluntarily was frustrating for her.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Someone was running, or so it seemed. Groaning under her breath, Norway supported herself with the help of the wall, shaking slightly, as nausea and pain continued to overwhelm her. "Who.... Who's there.....Island...?" Her head turned in the direction she felt had the coldest aura in the area, knowing that that was her brother.

“Norway!” When she fell out of his arms, Iceland dropped to his knees, to find if he could do anything to ease her pain. It wasn’t fair; why was she suffering more? Norway didn’t deserve this… It was always like this. She would always be there for him, caring for him, protecting him, yet he could do nothing… Why was he so useless? Seeing her in such torture was stressful to him; he would be in tears if he could cry. He knelt helplessly next to her while she almost silently writhed in pain. He couldn’t even touch her firmly to comfort her; in fear he would accidentally freeze her. It hurts to see her like this… it hurts so much, because he could do nothing but stare…

“Who’s… what?” He looked up, quietening his breathing to listen… Footsteps? S-someone! Someone was coming! W-was it one of those people in lab coats? No… Someone ran past, a spiky haired blur… “Denmark?” His eyes brightened in relief; if it was Denmark, then… Then…! “Denmark! DENMARK!” he screamed, his dread of the other nation leaving them behind suddenly peaking. They needed him, they really needed him! In his panic, he had a feeling that the walls of half the corridor freezing with icicles starting to protrude may have been his fault. Again, whoops? What the hell had happened to him when he was sleeping…

When he ran past, he swatted at them.
Darkness wasnt harmless. If there wasnt any light in his room when they turned the lights off, how did these images pop up? They danced across his vision in his cell. Every time they kept him in there for days on end - minutes hours seconds months... - the darkness would stay longer. And it would invite in images. Images of Norway and Ice, Finland and Sweden. Their countries and the people themselves. Sometimes he could swat them away. sometimes they went away and were replaced by sheets of black on black and black. Darkness that wouldn't go away. And when he felt the urge to pull at his hair, his room would explode into colours again to form blurry shapes and shapes of people who he knew. People who he saw. And some people that he couldnt place but he knew he must have seen them when walking outside. In the light. So what was saying that these people couldnt be images in his mind, either? But then how would he find Iceland or Norway. If he ran in circles and swatted at every Ice and every Norge he saw, Soren might not get anywhere. Maybe he should make up a secret password. But the images in his mind would know it, too. Nothing is hidden from them. They pull at tendons and veins that make up his memory, his existence. They play with them and mold them into a play that he can barely recognize but know enough about it to be on the edge of his seat. Should he call out? He skidded to a stop and the traction that the bottoms of his feet provided were enough to make him stop and nearly fall. Maybe he did fall. That would explain why moments later, Denmark felt ice cold ground on his bottom and saw clouds of heat move away from his face every time he breathed. Maybe those would go away if he swatted at them, too. "Ai..." He hasn't spoken for such a long time. His voice sounded wrong but in his mind it sounded right. "Ice? That's you, right?" He stood. The world swerved and unbalanced and for that moment he wondered if there was an earthquake going on. But no. Once he placed a bloodied hand on the wall the world rightened and remained upwards. The heat that was provided from his cut up hand was enough to slightly melt fingerprints into the thin, delicate ice that had webbed itself on the wall.

"Just go away." The image of the ice webbing itself into his hand entered his mind and his words came out in a forced grunt. That's not awesome. Only one type of Ice is awesome and it definitely isn't the inanimate kind. Walking over to them he offered them a smile and then retraced his steps - did he run that far? - and waved his hand in front of them. Just to see if they would fade away.

Female Norway heard the footsteps come closer, and closer, and closer.... "Ai..." "Ice? That's you, right?" Her head started to turn left and right, trying to get near who she remembered as 'idiot'. In other words, Denmark.

The Norwegian reached out and grasped the Dane's hand when she felt wind in front of her face, from him waving his hand. "D...Danmark.... Danmark....." Her voice was only a whisper, but she kept saying his name, wanting to know that he was really there. She wanted to see the idiot's even more idiotic smile, wanted to see his eyes; she wanted to see him. Norway reached up and touched the Dane's face, the heat slightly burning his face, but she traced the edges of his face, making sure it was really him.

Relief washed over Iceland. Denmark’s here. Could things get better now? But Denmark looked in a no better state than Norway or himself were in, if not worse. He wondered what those people had done to him.

“Ja… it’s me,” he said softly. He watched the scene between Norway and Denmark. Shouldn’t he be happy? They were reunited after all. But it was heartbreaking, almost painful to watch. T-They really needed to get out of here, get help from the outside, go back to living normally…

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Iceland winced as the sound blared from the speakers that he failed to notice before. Nestled on top of the speakers were red lights, blinking and whirring. The corridor became an ominous red, as the ice the clung to the surfaces reflected the lights. Well, that probably means they realized they escaped… It was unfortunate, but Iceland couldn’t help thinking it was kinda about time… He got to his feet, as people clad in black and spontaneously combusting llamas and puppies began to appear.

At first they slid on the ice, not realizing it was slippery, but once they got a footing, they slowly approached, baring their guns. And Iceland began to panic. They were going to take them back, they were going to cause them pain… He couldn’t have that, he couldn’t…!

As though sensing his fear, ice shot out from the floor like spears, and formed an obstacle between the people in black, and the three of them. Ice was happy this accident happened, but he was horrified when he saw blood trickle down some of the icicles.

(God I fail… SO ANYWAY YEAH. NOW PEOPLE WITH TRANQUILIZERS and spontaneously combusting llamas and puppies ARE AFTER US. HAVE FUN.)

His footsteps slowed to a step. Beneath his feet, he could feel the ice turning to cold water that struck a pins and needles sensation up his feet. Would they go further? The ice might be testing foreign ground. Knitting his eyes together he shifted from foot to foot, trying to grasp why he was running. Was the vent grate important? Maybe ran because he would get into trouble if they found he removed it. Or maybe it was the ice. Maybe its grasp was trying to penetrate the darkness of his room. In a sense, he wouldnt mind it. Sheet after sheet of ice would cover him and then when it fills his lungs, he wouldn't have to worry about seeing false images of Norway or Iceland anymore. When he slowed to a stop Denmark watched them with a confused expression. They weren't going away. They wouldn't disappear when he tried to put his hand through them. When he tried to put a hand through Norway gently, the back of his palm connected gently and lightly with the blisteringly hot skin of her stomach. He applied more pressure and his eyebrows knitted closer together. She wasn't going anywhere. [lightblue]"... Norge. that's really you. Nothing in my mind. You're real."[/color] His voice was cautious as though the spoken words could jinx this. But there was something wrong. Her eyes were on his forehead. Or higher. they didn't see and the way she touched his face suggested that she was just trying to see him. Maybe it's the glare of the ice that chased her eyes away. Either way, that's not awesome.

What am I doing? A light pierced through the fog around his mind and for a moment, he pushed past that numbness that took over his body. Next to a ripping sensation in his heart, he felt elevated. Just as Norway's fingertips met his lips,, his mouth curled into a grin. This is real. "Ice. Norge. You guys were just down the hall and..." He grinned. "Shoulda noticed you ages ago. The awesome is here now, though.

And then the world was bathed in red light just as Denmark brought his arms around Norway and reached for Iceland. The red light had the same effect as fog; it clouded his mind and it blotted out all cohearent thoughts till the only thought remained was that siren. It tore straight through his ears and hit his mind. His body reacted and he cried out, the sound drowned by the siren while he gripped his head. It felt as though something was burrowing inside. Nesting. Finding its way into his mind and then swallowing everything tillk the only thing that remained was his empty skull. Stumbling back and away from Norway, he gripped his head and cringed.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The loud alarm echoed throughout her ears and brain, the sound repeating over and over. She flinched slightly, like a deer in headlights, as the beeping of the alarm continued. Female Norway was in the darkness, with only the slightly chilly air and two of her fellow Nordics to keep her company. The alarm, however, wasn't to her liking in the least.

It interrupted her thoughts, and she couldn't think straight. A build up of annoyance and rage went on in her mind, as she continually thought of how much she hated that sound. Whilst the men in black were kept away in one direction of the hallway, Norway could sense more men clad in black coming in the opposite direction. She took a step forward, her body turning in the direction that had no obstacle.

Suddenly, a heat wave started to become evident in the area in which the men were. It grew more and more intense, as the heat reached the 100 degrees Fahrenheit and even hotter. The building surrounding the men, as well as the place in which the alarm was, started to melt, the hot metal dropping onto their bodies and severely burning them. The beeping of the alarm came to a dead stop, but the sound was still ringing in Female Norway's ears.

Sensing that the metal beams and ceiling in the small, contained area of the hallway in which her, Denmark, and Iceland were, were starting to melt as well, she pressed her body against the wall; the wall disintegrating, and leaving an area for the Nordics to get away from this hallway. She began to crawl through the opening, entering a new room in the asylum.

England stared at the Chinese man, an irritated glare meeting the man's eyes. He shoved China off of him yet again, before saying in an annoyed town of voice, "I am NOT a -THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING- unicorn, nor will I ever be!!!! Unicorns aren't -THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING- real anyways, so why are you calling me one!?"

(( ...Short post is short. ))

(( Ahahaha~. Late post is late. Deal with it. OTL ))

Spain rolled off to the side after Ireland had kicked his face. He got up hesitantly.

"Truth? What do you mean? You don't believe me?" He said, with slight curiosity in his voice.

He blinked and looked at Romano who seemed to be devastated by the truth. He didn't know what to say to him. He... He should just call for help. There's no point in trying to sort things out. It's too late, no one would believe him. Not even Romano. Romano, his sweet little tomato. Spain turned away from everyone, stuffed his hand into his pocket and grasped his walkie talkie and called for help.

"U-uh, hello?" He stuttered, his hands becoming sweaty as he put the plan he sketched in his mind into action. "We have a group who are not accompanied by a scientist, or imprisoned. I need backup now."

He turned to everyone again, waiting for their reaction, which is most likely a punch or something for betraying them. Betraying fellow countries.

(( Ahaha~, Fail post is fail, and betrayal is fun~! <3 /shot ))

Romano stared at the Spaniard in surprise, he couldn't believe Spain would openly betray them like this especially since he JUST found out what Spain was really doing at the Asylum. "Spain, You Asshole!!" He said in a slightly loud voice and actually meaning it since the other times he would casually say it like it was nothing. This time he completely meant what he was saying.

The South Italian heard a crowd of footsteps coming from down the hall and started to panic, he had no idea what was in store for them all since he just arrived. "S-Spain what's gonna happen.." He asked while starting to tremble and backing up to the opposite side of the footsteps. But he ended up stopping in his tracks when he heard footsteps and stomping coming from both sides of the hallways, they were obviously trapped.

The footsteps echoed inside Romano's head making him more frightened then he already was and tearing up manry tears like a TRUE Italian. He looked frantically at both ends of the hallway to try and find an escape route, place to hide, or when to beg for mercy.

Armenia's eyes widened in horror at the realization of what the Spaniard had just done. He couldn't have. Didn't he care for their safety, for Romano's safety? "Y-...you!" The brunette lunged forward, seizing the him by the collar of his shirt. "How dare you! What the hell are you thinking?! You're calling for more of those lunatic scientists?! You know what they tried to do to us last time, right?!"

Her grip on the Spaniard's collar loosened slightly, realizing the answer to her own question. "That's right, of course you do. You've been working with these people the entire time haven't you? How could you?" Armenia began hissing through her teeth. She re-tightened her grip on the green-eyed man's collar, tensing her right fist. She sharply drew back her right arm, then snapped it forward, feeling it connect with the left side of his jaw. "You don't even care what happens to us, do you? What about Romano Spain?! I thought you cared for him! And now you're just going to throw us to the wolves?!" The brunette woman was yelling now, something which she didn't do often. She couldn't help herself, was he just going to throw the things that he cared about away?


Armenia perked up when she heard footsteps echoing off the walls. She turned her attention back to Spain, not releasing her hold on his collar. She hissed vehemently through her teeth at the Spaniard. "You damned traitor...!"

*Ireland watched the whole situation in disgust* "Traitor...." She mumbled before clenching her fists and running to one group of men. It was useless but she wasn't going to sit there and let herself be dragged away. She extended her leg and brought it high up to one man's face, swinging him into a wall with a deadly force.

As a man came up to her she swung her elbow dead on to his face, instantly breaking his nose. A woman this time, had the courage to slap Ireland which only resulted in Ireland laughing out loud and and grabbing the woman's arm.* "Never slap and Irish woman." *She informed as she twisted the scientist arm in a 360° easily breaking it.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Said the same man that had restrained and drugged her brother. She grinned as he came up to her. He was about to use some shock thing in her when Ireland opened her hand and lunged the space between her thumb and index finger directly at the mans throat. As it hit, she slid it up a bit and then watched with an evil grin as the man began to choke to death.* "Donnae mess with me family." Ireland quickly finished thee others off, breaking there bones or knocking them out unconscious, before one stuck a highly voltage device to her lower back and shocked her. Ireland fell to her knees and groaned as she removed the device.* "Feck..."