caught in darkness Alfred coughed hard, his eyes wide with confusion and despiration. it was as if he were choking as he fell to his knees wheezing loud and clutching his chest as blood began to drip from his lips, a dirty blade was all he could feel as it wedged seemingly itself deep into his back quickly, a blind shot from nowhere, a hit he seen as low, cowardice.
A sinister chuckle pierced his ears as a dark skinned hand feel on his shoulder and another blade was drove into him from behinde, he realized as his breath was stolen that thses blades had pierced through all his mighty muscel bone and flesh, straight into his lungs, unabale to breath america was silent, fore head pressed to the dust of the floor, he felt as if he were dying , his ppl were dying, thousands, tears flowed from those pale blue eyes as a heavy foot stomped down on Aflred's spine, and he was dropped to the floor by the angery stomps, his belly and groining being repeatedly kicked, they were hurt, confused, angry despreat. amerca held tight to that ankle and twisted till bones snapped inside and with his inhuman strength alfred jones stood and pulled the blades from his back and drove them into the belly of the beast before him. "i'm not finished here" alfred hissed. "i'll come back for you, bigger, better, stonger, faster, i will burrie you in your own wast" america spit his blood into the others eyes and left to lick his wounds.
Alfred awoke breathing hard, 10 years later and he was still at it with the backsatbbing bastards still haunted with the memories and happenings that had made his world fall, those twin organs inside never healed right, never exspanded quite the same way. Matt had softly whispered how the scar tissue left behind made it look as if he was a angel whos wings had been torn from his spine, that maybe it was a way for him to be possitive, he was alive after all, of course this was Matty being kind and trying to make him feel better, but the harsh reality was that to Alfred those cruel jagged scars were his painful reminder of the lives and loved ones who were lost, as he breathed in he felt the tightness in his chest for several different reasons but america knew, no matter how long he lived he would never breath a single breath without remberin that day in 2001,
AN: in honor of 9/11 i am going to do a september eleventh post i mean no harm or offence which is why no names besides anime char. are going to be used, i wanted to give some love to america and to fanfiction this will be worked on as soon as i can get other stuff together for now this is how it begins