Sequel to "What Drove Me Over"
I'm not healthy.
I ain't sane.
Go ahead and throw me...
All the blame...
I hear him screaming. Pleading. Begging. Not my eagle. Not my Alfred. Leave him alone, it isn't his fault. I can't see but I know the tears must be rolling down his beautiful face. The whole world is dark. No matter how many times I open my eyes a thick shroud clouds my vision. I can't barely see to begin with without my glasses. They must really be enjoying this. I may not be able to see Matt but I can hear him screaming. It hurts, those screams. Those are terrible screams. They aren't the screams I love to hear him make, those cries that make me feel like a god, like the king of the world.
They say I'm too dangerous to be near him.
I'm too dangerous to be near anyone. A mental whackjob, a space case. Haha, spending years feeling my body slowly beginning to deteriorate as my country falls apart at the seams is apparently no justification for such a heinous murder. Why not? Ludwig slaughtered millions when his brother disappeared. What's one more life on top of the blood I've already shed?
I hear the guns click. Soft footsteps approach me. The smell of tea and English cologne.
Arthur.
"I'm surprised you came."
"...I didn't want to."
"Bull." I grin. "You wouldn't be here otherwise."
Silence.
"I'm here to make sure.. they don't hurt you."
"I'm standing in front of a 21 gun salute. What else am I supposed to feel?"
"...What happened to you, Alfred...?"
Silence. He's a bold little bastard.
"You really don't need to ask me that, Arthur."
"...Why did.. you take him away...?"
"I dunno..' I lean my head back. Francis had some beautiful screams... "Hard to say."
I hear Arthur crying. Crying for his fallen lover, himself, and his dirty, tainted bastard of a son.
The footsteps fade.
Twenty-one clicks.
I close my eyes and smile. At least I'm going out with a bang.