((Well, it has been a very long time since I have looked over this story. I actually first started to write it on my old account which is still up (akahetaliafreak). I plan to delete it from there soon since this will be the version I redo.))

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Chapter 1: Two Lives

Arthur Kirkland:

I do not remember much before my mother died. Truthfully, I wish I remembered more because it would really benefit me now that my life has gone to hell. The only solid memory I have of her was the nights when she would kiss my forehead upon finding me asleep with a book in my hand. I was a light sleeper so I would always wake up in time to hear her sit on the bed and sing a soft lullaby to me. I was only seven when she was taken from my life.

Before her death, my father was already unstable with his drinking habits, but they became worse. Each night he would send one of my older brothers out to retrieve his alcohol pack and yell at the rest of us till he was holding the pack in his hands ready to drink the night away. Being the youngest, I was forced to do everything my brothers and father didn't want to do. At a very young age I learned to save and spend money wisely on food, clean a house thoroughly, and how to survive without the help of anyone but myself. Some nights, my father would go out to the bar to find some low standard setting woman and wouldn't come back till the late afternoon the next day. Those days were the best because I could sleep more, and I wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up any alcohol induced messes.

Other than my father's constant blame and insults, I also had to learn to take my brother's nagging and abuse. I had three older brother's, Allistor (Scotland), James (N. Ireland), and William (Wales). Allistor was the oldest and used up most of his time imitating my father. Surprisingly, he made it to college and left the house when I was 14. I haven't heard from him since. James was about a year and a couple months younger than Allistor. On occasion, he would have a good fight or two with me, but I would always retaliate which resulted in him simply giving up and not caring. He was very blunt in manner but kept to himself. Then there came William who was two years younger than James, and about a year older than me. William was more understanding than the older two, but he was weird. He had an obsession with sheep and talked in a higher voice than you'd expect. The only time I would purposely avoid him was when his temper flared up. Other than those times, we were neutral.

Of course, going through all the shit I did and still do somewhat I started to run out of innocence. Turning into a punk seemed pretty tempting, and now I can't get out of the habits I put myself through. There's a contract in every bad habit you develop, and I sign all of mine with the name Arthur Kirkland.

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Alfred F. Jones:

I've always liked being around people. I always looked to gain more friends since I only had one sibling, Matthew, who didn't speak much. My father was usually working, but I had a good standing relationship with him and my mother. On those somewhat rare days when my father had off of work we would go out into the yard and throw a football back and forth. My mother was a housewife, and she enjoyed staying home. I would help her clean up and cook if my father was too busy to take me outside. Truthfully, Matthew was better at those things, but I would always at least try to help. Matthew was born two years after I was. Being the older brother, I always tried to be someone he could look up to. I always tried to be this 'hero' around other people too.

As we grew older, life offered more opportunities along with a lot of stress. In middle school, I became somewhat of a nerd with braces, acne, and glasses. I also had a huge comic book collection which didn't help my case much, but I learned to deal with any insults. To make matters worse I found out my grades had been suffering so much because I had a mild case of dyslexia (A learning disability which makes it harder to read and write things because letters may appear different and switched). My mother started to help me more with reading at home, and I tried out for soccer the next year of school. This was also the same year my voice became deeper, the braces came off, and the glasses turned into contacts. This was also the same year the football coach happened to be our next door neighbor and saw me throw and catch a football and run. Apparently, soccer was not the sport I needed to be in, and as soon as I began High School the coach was right at our doorstep making a deal with my father.

Freshman and Sophomore year went by as a blur, and soon enough I was a Junior. I was one of the most popular people in school, head of the football team, and had a beautiful cheerleader girlfriend. I kept that reputation through the summer and now it is Senior year. When everyone votes for prom king, the only name they'll be writing on the voting form is Alfred F. Jones hero and star football player of Heta High.

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The morning started off with a loud sound as Arthur's door was knocked on harshly. He sighed and looked at the door. Arthur was almost always awake by the time his father decided to harass him, and today was no exception. Yet, it was earlier than usual, and Arthur mentally questioned why. He stood from his bed and walked over to the door.

"I'm up, okay?" Arthur shouted back at the loud knocks.

"You better be you damn kid! If I am paying for this shit of an education then you will be up and out of here in ten minutes. I don't even know why I'm paying for your schooling! It's not like you'll ever fucking use it!" His father screamed back. Arthur sighed to himself as he remembered it was Monday and looked around his boring room.

"It's not like you're paying for anything else…" Arthur said to himself quietly as he walked over to his closet. Arthur's room only contained a small desk that used to be his mother's, a twin sized bed, and a closet. His closet wasn't much of a sight either as most of his clothes were bought from thrift shops and only the colors of black, gray, or darker colors. He grabbed his long sleeved, navy blue shirt and dark gray jeans and changed in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he frowned at himself and shook his head.

"This is your fault…" He spoke to himself as he pushed his earrings through his ears and winced when one gave out a painful spike from being infected. Looking down at his feet, he decided it was more of a combat boot day and quickly laced up his boots after retrieving them from the closet. After combing his sunny blonde hair he hated, Arthur walked out of his room and was met with a hard smack to the face which caused him to fall. He kept still even though he was face down and sighed shakily.

"Yes..?" Arthur asked.

"It's been ten minutes. You will not come back to this house till tomorrow." Arthur's father walked away as Arthur frowned and nodded.

"Great." Arthur stood carefully and picked up his bag. He looked at his skateboard and chose to take it with him as he walked out of his house walking towards the gas station and away from school.

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A light tapping noise woke up Alfred on this specific day. He smiled to himself and yawned, stretching.

"I'm up, mama!" Alfred smiled and stood as he turned on his television. He ran his hand through his hair and looked around the messy room trying to find his brown leather jacket. He shrugged and went to his large closet, grabbing a Captain America tee shirt and some khakis with a good pair of tennis shoes. After getting dressed and brushing out his sandy blonde hair, he put in his contacts and found his leather jacket hanging on the bathroom door. He slid on his leather jacket and smiled to himself.

"Today will be a good day." Alfred said to himself as he walked downstairs and grabbed some toast.

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"Today is not a good day. What do you mean it's eight dollars?! The biscuits and water have always been a total of five!" Arthur glared as the cashier again shook his head.

"Look kid. You need to pay or leave hungry. Go." The cashier went back to playing on his phone, and Arthur frowned. Just as Arthur was about to leave, the bell to the gas station ringed and in walked Alfred. Arthur glared and looked down as Alfred grabbed a couple things and walked over, setting them down and glancing at Arthur. Arthur huffed and looked away, crossing his arms over his stomach and frowning.

"Finally someone with real money. Geez." The cashier commented. Alfred blinked and looked at Arthur's small meal. He sighed and pulled out extra cash.

"I'll pay for it."

"I don't need your help, Jones. I am very much fine." Arthur glared and walked out of the gas station, leaving the two men behind. Alfred blinked and looked at the food once again, handing over the money to buy it.

((Love you guys and for the person that encouraged me to start writing this story again, thank you! You know who you are :) ))