I am in the forest. I feel like I've been here before, but I don't know when. I am running, tearing through the underbrush, I want to stop but I know that I shouldn't. Listening above the beating of my heart and my breathing, coming quick and shallow, I hear someone-or something- crashing through the underbrush behind me. I know that is what I'm running from. Aside from that, though, the forest is silent, not even a bird chirping or wind whistling through the trees. It is totally and completely silent. The thing behind me is closer, I can hear its breathing. I can't run for much longer, it is going to catch me soon. Then it speaks. "Oh kiddie~ Come back, you can't run for much longer, you know I'll catch you soon~" I choke. Did it read my mind?! Then something clicks in my head. I know that voice, but it couldn't be! I mean, he's dead. I keep running, but my lungs feel like they're tearing and my legs are weak. I feel them reach out and miss my hood, then grab it and pull back, knocking the breath out of me. "I've got you now~" I turn around to hit him, to do anything to escape, but what I see shocks and-though I hate to admit it- scares me. Third Reich is standing there, blood leaking from the side of his head where he shot himself. He has on a bloody uniform and his signature armband, but what scares me the most is not the blood or the uniform, it's his eyes. Or, what used to be his eyes. Instead of pearly white with no pupils, he has gaping holes, bloody and hollow. He grins, and his teeth are as sharp as a bear trap. "I've got you now~" He repeats. Then he flickers and the world shatters, leaving me in a dark abyss, forever falling. Light as a feather yet heavy as an anvil. Black flowers grow from my throat, strangling me, blocking out my vision...I wake up in a cold sweat. It takes me a minute to take in my surroundings, then I hear someone pounding at my door. I try to speak but realize my throat is sore, from what I don't know. "Kat I swear I will break down this door if you don't respond!" I finally manage to get out "I'm okay, come in..." in a somewhat better voice. I sit up but immediately fall back down, my head pounding. Finland throws open the door, seeming evidently freaked out. "Are you okay?! I heard screaming, and then it sounded like you were choking..." My eyes widen. "I-I was?" He nods. "Well," I say, steeling myself, "I'm fine now, can you please get out of my roo-" My vision flickers, and then I hear laughter. "Look at his face, he can't believe how WEAK you are~" I cover my mouth. "Oh, okay. Sorry then." He says, not hearing it. He walks out. "Look at him! He doesn't care about you at all. Oh, are you scared~" I try to keep my voice from trembling as I say "No, why would I be?" Laughter again. "Worthless, can't even stand up to a DEAD person..." I gasp. "Father?" "You have NO RIGHT to call me that, you useless piece of trash. I can see why my son chose to side against you." I crumple to the ground. "No..he still loves me...he does..." "Do you really believe that?" I give up fighting against the forces pulling against my heart. I blink, and when I open my eyes my vision is colorless, everything in different shades of grey or black. I try to rub my eyes, but I can't move my arms. I try again, but no luck. I feel as if I'm trapped inside my own body. "Let me out!" I yell, but my mouth doesn't move. "No, I don't think I will~" He laughs. He guides my body over to a mirror. My face is expressionless, my mouth set in a line, and my hands by my sides. I look at my eyes and I am startled by the fact that the blue in them is gone. It is just completely black... I turn around, not realizing that I could. I'm like a puppet. "What have you done?!" I yell at Reich. He is standing behind me, smiling that horrible smile of his. "Can you not tell? Or are you too STUPID?!" His smile widens. "I'm not..." I glare at him. "Oh, but honey, you ARE." Suddenly, it feels like fingers close around my throat, strangling me, but when I reach out to pull them off, there isn't anything there. When the pressure relaxes, I pull in deep gulps of air, then turn to him. I open my mouth to yell, but no sound comes out. "Look at all the power I have!" He taunts me. "I would advise against saying anything OFFENSIVE to your dear old father, or you will find that I can do much MORE than that~" I swallow, trying not to show my fear. "Y-you took control of my body." He taps his nose, obviously pleased. "Correct! Maybe you aren't such a dummy after all." I look out again and find that I am walking down the hallway to the mess hall. I open the door and walk through into the mess hall, filled with people and chatter. I see Poland run over and pull me to a table over in the corner, already filled with people. Among them, I see Finland, Germany, Ireland, and South Korea. She pushes me into one of the seats. "Guys! This is Kat, she's new here!" My body waves. Finland looks closer to me, and instinctively I scoot backward, then realize I can't do anything. He says "Kat? Are you okay? You seem kind of...distant." Then I speak. "Why would you care? Leave me alone." I walk away. The expression on Finland's face kills me, and I turn to Reich. "Why did you do that?!" He glares. "Because you deserve to feel guilt for all of the things you've done, the people you killed, the HEARTS you've BROKEN." I gasp at the last one and fall to the floor, holding my head. Memories of everything bad I've ever done flash through my head, along with Finland's face, angry, confused, hurt, broken. "Stop!" I scream. I'm in so much mental pain, and my head feels like it's splitting. He laughs, growing louder every second, filling my head. It hurts so bad now, and my vision is growing darker- he finally stops. I pant, holding my head, as the last remnants of my headache flutter away like paper. "Haha~ Weak, can't even stand up to memories. How did you do it? Even I felt some guilt when I killed someone." He thinks, then says scornfully "Oh, right. You're HEARTLESS." I glare at him. "What~ I'm only telling the truth." He slaps me, his nails sharp enough to draw blood. I hiss in pain, then glare at him again. "I have a heart, I just don't wear it on my sleeve like you do."