I Think I Smell A Rat
'Bastard!' Alfred thought angrily as he stomped down the street away from the house he shared with Francis, Mattie and that freak Arthur. Alfred snarled as he thought about the smiley, excruciatingly happy weirdo. That was it. He'd had enough of Arthur and his clown clothes, his weird cupcakes and his extreme moods. He was fed up of watching his back, either from the happy advances of trying the newest flavour of cupcakes or the not so happy advances of having a knife between his shoulder blades.
'Freaking clown!' Alfred raged and swung his bat wildly, smashing into a pair of metal dustbins, denting them and causing them to clatter across the road.
'Hey Mister!' came an angry shout. 'That was ours!'
Alfred spun round to come face to face with two boys, one of about 10, with blond hair and bright blue eyes, hiding behind his older brother, a scruffy haired teenager whose red eyes flashed in faux anger at having his bins kicked over.
The American smirked and bared his teeth, leaning close to the teen as he pulled off his sunglasses, his crimson eyes sparkling in contrast with the scarlet ones gazing back at him, filled with a mixture of surprise and uneasy at being challenged by the older man.
Alfred hissed in displeasure. 'So? What are y'all gonna do about it?'
The younger boy squeaked in fear, turning tail and tearing off down the street. The albino glanced at Alfred one last time before sprinting after his brother, courage finally deserting him.
The doppelganger smirked and turned strolling down the street in search of something fun to take his mind off the antics of the Freak, swinging his bat as he enjoyed the slap of his trainers and the occasional scrape of nails against the pavement as his bat waving got a little too lively.