A/N: I have been stressed out lately and I've had this idea on my mind for a while so yeah. I also wrote this while listening Taishou a from Higurashi.I'M SORRY ALFRED FOR TAKING MY ANGER OUT ON YOU! FORGIVE MEEE! Sorry for any errors. Warnings: Contains violence and killing.
I can't take it anymore. The pain. The pain of living my life without America. I lived centuries after the Revolution, silently telling myself it was my fault. I was wearing a mask. I had said I had forgiven him for the Revolution. I really had. But my heart still hurt. The rain did not stop - it never had since that time. The emptiness was too much. I cried myself to sleep every night. I just lived like this. A sad empty life. Until I just couldn't take it anymore.
I brought the bat down on his leg. Alfred's eyes were clenched shut in pain. Why wasn't he crying? Why didn't he scream in pain? It frustrated me. I brought it down again. This time on his arm. He let out a strangled cry, as if he was trying to hold it in.
Scream. Cry. Let me hear you scream in pain.
The rain washed away the blood on the ground, succeeding in drenching us both. It was his fault. His fault I was like this. Am I right?
Yes. It's his fault.
He had left me, broke my heart, left me alone in the rain. Another swing on his leg. The same on I had broken. Each swing seemed as if it was lifting a burden off my shoulders. I felt lighter. Another swing. I don't know where I had hit him. A satisfying scream had been heard. I brought it down again. Alfred was saying something. I couldn't hear him. What was he saying? I tried to bring the bat down again..until I heard something.
"I'm sorry."
What? Did Alfred apologize to me? No. It was too late for that. I raised the bat again. Brought the bat down on his stomach, causing him to cough up blood. He was still refusing to scream and cry. Why? Why? Why? Alfred's once bright blue eyes were now dull in pain. Some of his blood was on my clothes and staining my hands and face. I licked his blood off my lips. I swung it down again. And again. And again in a steady rhythm. Alfred had let out screams, but it had seemed he was holding back again. It frustrated me. As I raised up the bat again, he said something again.
"I forgive you, Arthur."
No! He was not supposed to say that! I screamed as loud as I could as I swung the bat down on his head. Blood splattered everywhere. I beat him until I was sure he was dead. Blood stained my clothes and body. I looked down at my hands and I saw blood. His blood. I realized something. I had killed him. The person I loved so much. He's gone. Forever. I would never see those beautiful blue eyes ever again. I would never see his smile that seemed to brighten a room. Or hear his light laughter. The worst part was is that is was all my fault. Even in the end, he forgave me. I remember his last words before I brought the bat down for it's fatal blow.
"I forgive you."
How was he able to forgive me so easily? I had beat him. Hard. The rain seemed to pour down harder. It started to hurt. The ache in my heart had returned again. No! It was supposed to go away! I slumped to the ground, mud covering my blood covered pants. The reasons I had for killing him finally dissolved. They were only justification, anyway. I crawled over to the corpse of the one I loved so dearly. I touched his bloodied face. I clutched my head and screamed.
"WHY?"
"Why? Why? Why? Why did I do this terrible act? Why did I commit such a sin? Mud and his blood covered my once clean clothes.
I don't care. I stopped caring a while ago. I looked over the blood covered corpse that belonged to the person I loved so much.
Why? Why did I kill him? As if to answer my own question, I whispered an answer.
"To get rid of the pain. The pain that didn't go away."
I proceeded to drag the corpse to a hole I had dug prior to the beating. I dumped the corpse in the dark hole and covered it up. As I started to gather twigs to cover the evidence, tears had escaped my eyes. But I refused to cry. I heard a voice in my head.
You don't care, remember? You killed him. Finish what you started. Don't show any weakness.
I swallowed my tears and kept going.
When I had finished, I slumped down next to where I had buried America, the rain still beating down on my body.
"I forgive you, Arthur." The phrase kept replaying itself in my mind. It drove me mad.
How can you forgive me? After all I had done to you?
"I'm sorry."
Why did you apologize? Tears escaped my eyes, showing no intention of stopping. Fuck. I should have been the one apologizing to you. The silent crying turned to sobbing, then wails.
I trudged home. The string of events that had just occurred replaying over and over again in my mind. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I kept repeating the phrase like a mantra. It was useless. I can't repent. The rain poured down even harder.
I opened the door, not bothering to change out of my clothes. There would be no point, after what I was going to do. I took my gun out of the drawer. I pointed it to my head. "I'm sorry Alfred."
I'll see you soon, love. I pulled the trigger.
Bang.
A/N: I'm sad. SORRY ALFRED AND ARTHUR! I'm sorry my dear readers. I apologize if you don't like it. Just a nerdy way of taking out my stress and anger. SORRY! Well, I should work on my other fic now. To cheer me up.
