Bloody Good Time
Oliver ran as fast as he could. Never one to be frightened, this was such a rare occasion that upon the run ending into his overly colorful house jumping into Al's arms, damn near ripping the sleeve of the already worn bomber jacket, Al knew something was up. "Oh poppet it's awful!" The strawberry blonde shook with such fright and anxiety that it unnerved his 'son'. The tan skinned, red eyed brunnette jumped up and let the smaller man slide off onto the floor with a 'thunk' . "What the fuck are you wailing about?!" Before words could be said a sickning all too fammiliar crack sounded from out side signaling that a shovel must be gotten. The two ran from the living room out to the pitch black front yard to find a tall long blonde haired canadian covered in fresh splattred blood from waist to face. "Goddamn it Matt, that was rightfully mine to slaughter, you got the last three!" " Shut it whine bag, if I wanted my head throbbing to get worse I would ask Akbar for therapy sessions, now I smashed this dick head because he was chasing you Ollie, who the fuck is he?"
Oliver took a thoughtful moment to look at the corpse before slyly answering "Bland." The brothers looked at each other and then back at Oliver before Al burst "Is that all?" Oliver scoffed "Well I wasn't going to dirty my hands just yet. I just cleaned these pants!" Al face palmed. The limp body on the ground was a blond haired man that wore a dark green military uniform. "He's not dead Matt, better double tap." Al said looking down. "What the hell are you sayin', of course he's dead." At that point it seemed just to prove him wrong there was a small grunt. " Oh dear me, it seems Arthur is much stronger than it occured to me." Oliver said tapping his chin ever so slightly. "What are you blathering about?" Al asked as he poked at the body with a stick. "Oh boys, come on now, you all know. Allen, you have Alfred. Matt you have Matthew and I have Arthur. They are ourselves of another color and if you don't remember think back to our civil wars, differing political veiws and all other things that we represent." Puppy eyes were made out of the insane baby blue and swirled pink that Oliver held as he finished off with "And they make us out to be murderes and ruthless killers!" Matt and Al once again shot each other glances and Matt spoke up this time.
"Uh, isn't that what we are?" "But of course, what else would we do and who the bloody hell else would take away our fun, why I'm so upset I don't even want to bake!" The brothers held a surprised look on their faces for a moment until Oliver said "Oh, who am I kidding, apron chaps and out of my way, oh but boys be dears why don't you and tie our friend here up in the basement. Can't have him getting away again." With that Oliver left them, humming some tune of sickening sweetness as he strode away. "Fucking insane." Al said and his brother agreed with a nod as they both did as asked so to not get poisoned.