## As mad as a hatter - Chapter 1

"Brother, I'm back.." Matthew called as he walked through his front door, his hands full with fast-food bags. "And I got McDonald's..." An eerie silence followed. "Alfred...?" He called. Still no reply. Matthew just shrugged his shoulders and entered his darkened living room. But instead of being greeted by his cheerful brother, he was greeted by a much more sinister scene. "N-No..." The Canadian whimpered, his eyes wide with shock. A body and a pair of broken glasses lay on the ground, blood splattered up the walls. The bags fell from his hands, their contents spilling out onto the floor. Matthew neared the body, peering in at its face. His brother's glazed eyes stared back at him, his face twisted in pain."I-It can't be...!" Matthew yelled, falling to his knees. Only minutes ago Alfred was playing Mario Kart happily with his brother, saying how much of a hero he was. But now he's gone. Gone forever. Tears flooded Matthew's eyes. Alfred was a really popular guy, and he was friends with everyone. Who would do such a thing? The Canadian was so deep in thought that he didn't hear someone enter the room. It wasn't until the person spoke that Matthew flinched. "Oh, but it is.." A voice whispered. Matthew turned quickly, to see the person move towards him. "W-Who are you...? And what did you do to my brother...?!" The person smiled creepily, his blue orbs shining in what little light there was. "If I told you who I am, that would ruin all the fun now, wouldn't it poppet?" His eyes wandered to body briefly, then back to Matthew. "And him? Let's just say I got bit..bored~" The person pulled a knife from his pocket, grinning menacingly. "Care to play a game?" He threw the knife into the air and caught it effortlessly. "Because I'm raring to go~" Before Matthew could reply, he was pinned against a wall, the knife held to his throat. "Help..." He cried, "Someone help me...!" The person pressed the knife to Matthews throat harshly and cut a single line across it. Blood began to pour out of the cut, trickling down his chest. He clutched his neck and screamed in pain. His attacker laughed and moved the knife down,holding it above Matthew's stomach. "Ring around the rosy.. A pocket full of posies.. Ashes, Ashes.. They all fall down.." He then plunges the knife into the Canadian's stomach and drags it downwards. "Gah!" Matthew lurches forward, landing on the floor next to his brothers lifeless body. His breathing decreases rapidly, till it comes to a halt. His attacker pulls the knife out and grins. "Thanks for playing with me poppet~" Shoving the knife back into his pocket, he heard a shuffle of feet. "Who are you?" It asked. He smiled. "The names Oliver, but you can just call me Ollie~"