This is a story i have picked up from a dead one, it can be found

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WARNINGS: RAPE, BOYxBOY, VIOLENCE, BONDAGE, SLIGHT INCEST.

Seven months and two days since they had received the call in the middle of the night telling them that their brother had been abducted from his hospital room late the night of November 28th and six staff were dead.

Seven months and two days since Ivan Braginski had broken out of jail leaving fourteen guards dead and one more under arrest for assisting an armed escape.

Seven moths and two days since Alfred F. Jones and Francis Bonnefoy's lived ceased to exist and every waking moment and otherwise was spent thinking about their brother.

At first there was anger, then pain, then nothing. Complete and utter nothingness. They still worked, but it wasn't the same.

Seven months and two days after their lives ended with a phone call, a phone call started them again.

June 30th 11:19pm

Alfred was dreaming of a beautiful summer party under maple trees. Arthur was to his right, Francis to his left. On a large Canadian flag, lay a huge plate piled high with pancakes. On the other side of the pancakes sat a beautiful blonde, a bit younger than Alfred. Mathew.

Happy birthday! Alfred's dream self smiled.

A ringing blurred the dream. He looked to where the pancakes were a second ago. Mathew and the others faded a bit. In place of the plate was a black dial phone. It was ringing.

no.

NO! his dream self shouted.

GO AWAY! he screamed at the phone. But it just kept ringing. Alfred sunk to his knees clutching his head. As more of the dream faded away, he realized there was an actual phone ringing.

Alfred awoke with a jolt and stumbled into the hallway, half asleep and dressed in boxer shorts. He lifted the phone from the cradle and mumbled a slurred hello into the receiver.

"yes, hello, is this Alfred Jones?" the woman on the other side asked.

"depends on who's asking." Alfred was slightly more awake and battling a strong sense of dejavu

"this is the Timmons police department, we need you to come in and identify someone."

Alfred tried to fight a wave of dizziness and failed. He let the phone slip out of his hands and bent over, sinking to his knees, trying to focus on breathing,

Oh god he thought

He's dead

Alfred grabbed hold of the hallway table and fought to stand up. He seceded in knocking the table over and ripping the phone chord out of the wall. He stumbled over to Francis' room, using the wall as a support. He burst through the door sobbing, and ran to the Frenchman's bed where Francis was now awake, albeit a bit groggily.

"OH GOD!" Alfred sobbed into his older brother's chest. "they want us to identify a body" Alfred screamed cruces into Francis.

"he's dead, omigod He's dead!" Alfred was hysterical

"calm down Alfred it was just a dream" Francis soothed his younger brother.

"no it wasn't! I just had a call from the police department. They want us to come in right away."

"what?" Francis found it hard to believe

" I need to go" Alfred was up and out the door before Francis had time to react. He did the only thing he could do.

"ALFRED! You aren't wearing any cloths!"