The skies were surrounded with grey clouds in the city of London. It was October 31st, Halloween. Arthur Kirkland awoke with the sound of rain that gently patterned against his window. E laid his emerald green orbs to the window, examining the outside.

"This day again, huh..?" He asked quietly to himself. Slowly, he got up and stretched before getting out of bed and preparing for the day.

This was a day that Arthur didn't like. Halloween. And he had a good reason to dislike it. It was the day he lost his mother in a terrible accident.

He was young then, but he could remember that day. He was with his older brother, Alistor, and his mother at the park. It was a day full of sun and blue skies. Then, as they were playing, the noise of a gunshot was heard. By the time the two boys returned to their mother, she was on the ground, slowly dying. It was a tragic day, and from Arthur could remember, he could remember the arrival of the grey clouds that never left.

Arthur combed his hair and tied his black tie around himself as he looked into the mirror. His face.. It was like his mothers.

Suddenly, his phone began to ring. Quickly, Arthur went to his phone and picked it up, angering it.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Is your ass ready or not? I want to get to the cemetery soon, Arthur."

Arthur could recognize the tone in his voice. It was his older brother, Alistor.

"Yes, Alistor. I'm almost done. I'll pick you up soon. Do you have the flowers?"

"Yes, I have the damn flowers. Hurry it up, would you?''

Before he could go any further, Arthur hung up the phone. "Bloody Git.." He mumbled under his breath.

Arthur drove to his brother's house in his dark blue Marlin Berlinetta, looking out the window. He pulled into the driveway of his brothers home and waited. It was fun, awhile ago, he was complaining about Arthur being so slow! Arthur slammed his hand on the horn, getting a little annoyed.

A tall man with red-orange hair walked out wearing simple, daily life clothing. Arthur didn't look pleased. Alistor made his way and got into the car, getting in and catching a glance at Arthur's expression.

"...What?" He asked.

"We're going to visit our mother and you're wearing /that/?" Arthur pointed to his poor choice of clothing.

Alistor has a simple black shirt with a pair of jeans. "Be grateful I'm not wearin' my kilt. And look at you. You look like your gettin' ready for a business meeting!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "It's nicer than how you look, idiot."

Alistor mocked the same actions that Arthur did before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Arthur saw the cigarette to his lips and sighed.

"Can you please not smoke in my car? It's quite rude."

"No." Alistor snickered.

Giving up, Arthur stayed silent for a minute. He laid his eyes on the small bouquet of flowers on his lap. They weren't pretty at all. A few were dead and the others looked as if they were stepped on.

"...Mind telling me how the flowers ended up like that?"

"What do you mean? They look perfectly fine to me."

"That's not what I'm seeing. There's a few dead ones and not to mention some look like they've been /sat/ on."

Alistor looked at the flowers, then shrugged. "Might've accidentally sat on them earlier. Don't know."

Arthur rolled his eyes, once again. "You're so careless, you know that? The one day we go see our mother, you can't make yourself look nice, and you can't even keep a single bouquet of flowers fresh and new looking. Not to mention, you have no manners. You can't stop smoking for one day."

"Ugh, enough with the shit talk, already. You can't drop your little attitude for one day, either."

With a sigh, Arthur stopped talking and went back to focusing on the road. But, everything he said was right. Alistor had no manner, whatsoever. Sometimes, Arthur felt like the older brother.

Alistor wasn't a nice person. Especially to Arthur. When his mother was still alive, he knew his older brother was the favorite. Even if his mother seemed to care about Arthur, she still looked like she loved Alistor more. Arthur would always be picked on for who he was with him, either ending up as Arthur crying or the two would end up in a fight and have small bruises on their bodies. After a few years, he just gave up.

The Marlin Berlinetta soon pulled into the cemetery as they started down the path towards their mothers grave. After a bit, the two arrived and they got out. The gravestone was simple, yet elegant. It was a nice marble color, with her name and the year of her birth and death. And just below the information was a picture of her when she was younger. A beautiful, yet serious woman with blonde hair, green eyes, and the same facial features as Arthur, such as the thick eyebrows.

The two men got out of the car and walked over to the grave, placing the once beautiful bouquet of flowers on it. They stood there in silence for a moment, staring at her grave.

Arthur lifted his eyes to look around the area, examining it.

"...Psst! Your boyfriend is here again." Said a quiet voice.

"Sí, Francis!" Said another voice, "Look!"

"Excusez-moi? That is not my boyfriend! We never have spoken!" Said the last voice.

"Keseseseses.. Ja, sure, Francy-Pants! Although, I can't lie. He isn't half bad." The first voice spoke.

"Sí, Si." Said the second.

The third voice groaned quietly, then placed his eyes back on Arthur.

As Arthur examined the area, he noticed a group of three men in the woods.

The first was tall, white haired, and had red-devilish looking eyes. He had the biggest, scariest looking grin on his face. Arthur thought he was creepy..

The second man next to him was the same height, but had brown hair and his skin was far darker then the first. He had similar eyes to Arthur's, a bright green. He also had a huge grin.

The last man was the only one who wasn't smiling. His hair was almost shoulder-length, golden-blonde, his eyes a sharp blue. His height was the same as the other two.

The three men gave Arthur a strange feeling, sending goose bump up his spine.

"...Arthur, you idiot, can you even hear me?" Alistor slapped his arm.

"Ow! You Git! What was that for!?" He yelled, rubbing his arm.

"You didn't hear me when I called your name!"

"I'm sorry, I was.. Looking at something."

Alistor looked around, seeing nothing. "What is it?"

"Do you see those three men in the woods, staring at us?" He asked.

Alistor turned his attention towards the woods, only seeing trees. "...Arthur, no one is there."

"What? There are too! Three men! I can see them with my own eyes!" He said.

"Well, I see with my eyes. And my eyes are telling me that no one is there. Damn, Arthur, I think your goin' insane. I don't see anyone."

Arthur took one last glance near the woods, shocked a bit. The three men were gone.

"I know what I saw..." He said to himself.

With a sigh, Alistor turned around. "Come on, let's get going. I want to go home." He started back to the car. Arthur stayed where he was, staring at the woods. What was it he saw? Did they flee once they were caught staring? He wasn't sure..

But there was one thing that was for sure.

He saw three men and he knew it.