((A/N: Matthew is an assassin for a wealthy lord name Arthur. He's killed too many people to count, never batting an eye, but when he is forced to get to know the man he's going to kill before killing him, Matthew has to rethink what he's doing. AU. It's a PruCan fic with a few other pairings randomly thrown in there.))

A soft voice broke the chilling silence, "Al... Al, where are y- you? I'm sc- scared Al. Why did you leave me all alone? Al... please come back. Why did you have to leave?"

The owner of the voice, a young boy with wavy blonde hair and teary violet eyes, looked around. The boy looked to be only 12 and was wearing a little white nightgown with a red bow on the front. His tear streaked face was soft and made the boy look years younger than his real age and more like a girl. In his blonde hair was a single curl that hung down in his face. The little boy walked along with his right hand gently on the wall as his he was scared that if he drifted away from the wall he'd get lost.

"Al... Please don't go. I- I don't want to be alone, Al. I already lost one big brother don't make me lose another one... I'm so scared..." The little boy mumbled quietly as he ran his soft, pale hand against the wall. He didn't speak anymore than that for a bit, choosing to just walk along slowly and silently. A few tears glittered on the boys face as he sniffled softly. He just wanted his big brother. Either one of his big brothers would do just as long as he wasn't alone anymore. The little boy always felt alone and he couldn't stand it anymore.

The little boy continued his slow path down the hall. His foot caught on something in the hallway and he stumbled forward before falling on his face. Fresh tears welled up in the boy's eyes before streaming out onto his face. "A- Alfred! Where are you?" The boy cried out.

A large shadow suddenly fell over the boy. The boy looked up with really wide eyes. His eyes meet with green soulless orbs. The boy felt a shiver go down his spine as he softly said, "Où-est Francis? Où-est Alfred? Je veux mes frères!"

The boy suddenly found himself lifted up in the air. A single smack rang out in the silence of the night as a hand made contact with the boy's right check. The man holding the little child moved the boy's face to his.

"What have I told you about speaking that dirty language? And you are to never mention either of your brothers again. You have no family now. They all left you so forget all about them. I'm the only one here now." The man growled angrily before letting the boy fall to the ground. The man stalked off as the little boy scrambled backwards to push his back against the wall and cry silently as he curled up into a little ball, praying for someone to come and help him.

Gasping, Matthew shot up and out of bed, trying to erase the painful memory from his mind. Matthew sat back down on the edge of the bed and puled his knees to his chest as he closed his eyes and tried to tell himself to calm down. "C- Calm down Matthew... I- It was just a dream, there's no need to get so worked up. It's a thing of the past." Matthew muttered softly to himself. He reached a shaky hand to his side and snatched his glasses off the night stand next to his bed, placing them on the bridge of his nose. Matthew brushed a few stray blonde hairs out of his violet eyes.

Matthew felt the wetness on his cheeks and knew that he had been crying. He let one knee slip off the bed as he hugged the one still on the bed and tried to stay calm. "It's a thing of the past Matthew... You'll find them soon... I have to."

Matthew got out of bed swiftly and glanced around the room. 'Good, Arthur hasn't sent for me.' Matthew thought before he started smoothing down the white sheets of his bed. He pulled up the single blue blanket he had and smoothed it down as well, knowing that he'd get in trouble for not having his bed tidy. As Matthew scanned the room again his eyes fell on the light brown desk he had. There were papers stacked in a neat pile off to the side of the desk and a feather in a bottle of ink off to the other side of the desk. In the middle was a little lamp for Matthew to use at night. Matthew rarely used the desk, but sometimes he had to write reports of his job to Arthur and Matthew always felt better making a copy of it, hence the pile of papers. Moving his eyes across the bland yellow wall that he hated so much Matthew looked at his small dresser. It wasn't very bit, but Matthew has all the clothes he could need in there.

His room wasn't very big in the first place. Off to the side was a door leading to the bathroom and then off to another side was the door out of the room and into the halls. Matthew went over to his desk before calmly taking off the sweat pants and big t-shirt he slept in. Once that was done Matthew shuffled in his drawers for his favorite red hoodie and a nice pair of jeans. Finding them, Matthew put them on quickly as a small hand hit the door.

Matthew looked up quickly, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and said, "Come in."

He lifted an eye brow as a small fairy floated into the room and stifled a sigh. 'Great, another mission for me.' Matthew thought sourly. He hated his missions with a passion. They were typically inhuman and normally involved the death of someone else, but this was Matthew's life. He had chosen to stick with Arthur even after Alfred- No. Matthew didn't need to think about any of that. There was no use in dwelling in the past. Matthew was looking to the future.

"Sir, Master Arthur wants you to get ready for your next mission. He said to get dressed in your black uniform and then to come to the Great Hall so he can give you the details of your valiant mission. Have a great day, Sir." The fairy said with a little bow before she turned around and flew out of the room to go back to Arthur. She was his favorite fairy with her green wings and sea blue dress and head of light blonde hair. Matthew thought the fairy was very pretty as well, it was a shame she was just a mere puppet for Arthur, but then again, Matthew had no room to talk since he was Arthur's puppet as well.

Matthew turned back to his dresser and opened up the top drawer calmly before pulling out his black uniform. It was a stretchy material and fit snugly on Matthew. It was made so Matthew would be able to move around comfortably, but wouldn't have any fabric loose enough to trip Matthew up. Plus, it made nearly no noise when rubbed together so Matthew wouldn't have to worry about walking silently as long as he didn't accidentally run into a tree or something stupid like that. As Matthew put the shirt on he didn't pull up the hood or the mask, which were bits of extra fabric around his neck that when pulled up would cover all of his head except his eyes. Matthew pulled up the pants. They looked more like tights than anything else, but there was a little design on them to try and make them look like normal jeans. Matthew went to the side of his dresser and grabbed the black shoes laying there. His black shoes looked like ballet shoes except they covered all of his feet and the toes had steel in them. They were light weight despite the steel and very good for running.

Matthew quickly slipped the shoes on before he snatched a bag off the floor that had been next to his shoes. Matthew tossed the bag on his bed for later use as he made sure to straighten out his uniform. Matthew turned to walk out the door before remembering something. Matthew turned around and opened a drawer of his dresser and pulled out two black gloves. He put them on so now if he had the hood and face mask up the only skin on him showing would be the strip around his eyes. Matthew took the clothes he had originally had on and tossed them near the bag. Now that Matthew was ready he quickly walked out the door and into the hallway.

Matthew looked around the halls for a second when his eyes clouded over for a moment. His eyes grew unfocused as he gently placed a hand on the wall next to him, thinking of the dream, thinking of his memory of the night his brother disappeared. Matthew lifted the hand not on the wall and gently touched his right cheek, almost feeling the stinging heat there from getting slapped all that time ago.

Matthew felt a few tears gather up in his eyes as he softly said, "I'll find you Alfred... You too Francis..."

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Translations:

"Où-est Francis? Où-est Alfred? Je veux mes frères!" - "Where is Francis? Where is Alfred? I want my brothers!"

So, I've had this idea for a while... Actually I started writing it in my notebook a really long time ago and have just now gotten to writing it. I'm not sure how I'm going to separate the parts into different chapters since I didn't do that when I was writing it in my notebook, but so far I've got 23 pages in my notebook to type up still so updates will probably be pretty quick so long as something doesn't happen to keep me from typing.

Reviews will make me type faster~!))