Ragged breaths escaped past his bloody lips, eyes wide as choking sobs shook his whole body. He had known his moirail was acting... Strange after the update, but he never expected this. Homestuck's neon green eyes glowed, and the orange around his irises was now bright red. His horns were longer, curved like a goat's, and his greasy black hair was a mess. He let out a low growl, wielding his sickles.

"H-Homestuck..." Hetalia whimpered, shrinking back against the wall. "Homestuck, w-what happened? What's wrong?"

He didn't answer, taking a step forward, expression unreadable, unchanging. Hetalia winced, trying again to move away. But he was cornered. Soon his moirail stood right above him, sickle raised. He shut his eyes tight, and before he could take another breath it came down. He felt pain, and heard the ripping of his thick leather bomber jacket.

Blood.

He could see blood coating his friend's weapon. He let out a loud shriek, trying to roll away as pain exploded in his side. Homestuck brought it down again for another swing but Hetalia threw his foot upwards, catching his arm and sending the weapon clattering out of his hand. For a second he pauses, as if processing why his sickle was gone, before fixing narrowed eyes on the fandom below him. A low snarl made it past his curled lips, and Hetalia scrambled to escape. It didn't seem, however, that his moirail was going to let that happen.

"A-ah!" He squeaked, as a swift blow was delivered to his back. He was brought down to the tile again, and turned just in time for the gray skinned fandom to pounce on him, dropping the remaining sickle. It occurred to him now more than ever his sharp claws, his fangs and horns. For once, he saw his moirail from a different perspective. And he was terrifying. With a ferocious growl, Homestuck raised a clawed hand and swiped it. The pain caused Hetalia to cry out as he felt blood oozing from the fresh gashes on his cheek. He swung again, this time with a fist. The curled fandom could feel salty tears streaking down his face, mixing with the blood as he was hit again and again.

"H-H-Home...!" He managed, grabbing his arms. "S-stop! P-please stop...!"

Homestuck only hissed in return, lifting his clawed hand again. Hetalia shut his eyes tight, whimpering as he laid helplessly, waiting for the pain to come. But it didn't. A loud slamming noise sounded out, followed by loud voices. Ones he recognized. His breath caught as the three fandoms rushed in, Supernatural in the lead. The winged fandom's wings flared and his eyes widened immediately as he saw the scene.

"Hey! Stop! The fuck are you doing?!" Without another moment's hesitation, he launched himself at the horned fandom. Homestuck let out a vicious roar, rearing up and clawing as he was tackled to the ground. Hetalia whimpered, scrambling to move away from them.

"Hetalia! Are you alright?" Doctor Who rushed to his side, looking him over with worried eyes. He nodded in reply, but Sherlock shook his head. crossing his arms.

"No, you're not okay. Judging by the blood pouring through your thick bomber, I would say you're in very bad condition."

The time traveling fandom bit his lip. "Come on, chap. We need to get you to a hospital."

A loud snarl and sounds of impact caused him and the two other fandoms to turn to Supernatural, who had just got to his feet.

"Okay... I got him down... For now... Lets go." He panted, out of breath. "The guys at the hospital can take care of him."

Doctor Who nodded, leaning down and lifting Hetalia up bridal-style into his arms. Supernatural lifted the unconscious Homestuck as well, slinging him over his shoulder.

"Lets hurry, I don't know how long the lad can hold out." Doctor Who said, running a hand through Hetalia's curly chestnut hair reassuringly. Sherlock nodded, leading them out the door and shutting it behind him. No one talked, not daring to break the heavy silence. The air felt thick, solid, as if in vigil. It seemed the whole world was already mourning the inevitable.