Hey guys! Yeah, I'm not dead! I've been working on a lot of stuff recently. Anywho, I've been reading a lot of mystery

Summary: Alfred witnesses Arthur disappear and doesn't find him until a few months later. When found, he was severely injured and had no memory on what happened. Now in college, strange things start to happen and they try and figure out whats going on.

Warnings: AU, human names, cursing, boy love
There will probably be violence . . . hopefully. *sweatdrop*

I'm gonna try and keep this rated T by the way!


Prologue

"Oi! Arthur, you have to get up here! You can see for miles!" Ten year old Alfred F. Jones called to his best friend, Arthur Kirkland, from the top of the cemetery's largest hill. A minute passed after calling to his friend and he heard no respond. "Arthur?" He called once again before racing back down the hill to see if his friend was alright.

Near the bottom of the hill, he found Arthur in what seemed like a dazed state. Alfred approached his British friend and noticed that he was staring at something with a mesmerized look. Only, there was nothing there. Concerned, Alfred placed his hand on the other boy's shoulder, "Arthur? Are you okay? What's up?"

Arthur looked at Alfred, still seeming dazed, and merely smiled at him before looking at the invisible object again. Before Alfred could do or say anything else, he was suddenly pushed away from Arthur violently. Landing on his back and feeling a few rocks dig into his skin, Alfred winced then quickly stood up to see who pushed him. After scanning the area, he found no one until he looked over at Arthur.

Right in front of the boy was a man wearing a black cloak and was covering his face with the hood. Though, Arthur seemed to take no notice of the man. "Arthur, run!" Alfred yelled, afraid that the man was going to do something horrible. But, the other blond just stood there.

The man looked at Alfred and he could have sworn that he had smirked at him. He then looked at Arthur once again and wrapped a black cloak like his. Only, he took it off of him immediately and to Alfred's horror, Arthur was gone. The man looked at the terrified boy and removed his hood. The blond gasped as he found himself staring at Arthur's face.

The man who looked like Arthur laughed and disappeared into the fog that Alfred had finally taken notice of. Scared, Alfred ran out of the cemetery and back to his home where he found his mother and Arthur's talking. He quickly ran up to her, tears now streaming down his face. "Mom! Mom!"

His mother looked at him and instantly knew something was wrong. "Alfred? What's wrong?"

"I-it, it's . . . . It's Arthur! H-he's gone!" He exclaimed.

The two mothers looked at each other with concern. "Alfred, where has Arthur gone?" his mother asked calmly.

Alfred shook his head. "I don't know! We . . . were in the cemetery and Arthur was acting funny and, and then this guy showed up and . . ." The blond became lost in words. "But he's gone! He just disappeared! And that guy! He looked exactly like Arthur!"

His mother nodded and looked at her friend. "We should call the police and report it. Alfred, why don't you go keep your brother company while we sort this out?" Alfred nodded and went into the living room to talk with his twin brother Matthew.

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Two months after the incident, the police dropped the case since they had no leads and because Alfred's story made no sense. Once hearing this, Alfred took it upon himself to try and find Arthur by searching the cemetery or the woods everyday, having a feeling that he would show up at some point in those areas.

After three months, he was starting to think that his best friend was gone forever, but on that day, he had decided to check the woods. To keep his mother from getting suspicious, he brought Matthew with him, telling her that they were going to go play. While wandering the woods, Matthew, who was completely unaware of why they were there, spoke up. "Alfred? What are we doing in here?"

"I got this feeling that we're going to find something, Matt." He told his brother, calling him by his nickname. "And I think it's something good." As he said this, the two boys entered a clearing. Alfred scanned he area and a figure caught his eye. Walking closer, he found that it was a boy around his age.

"Arthur?!" He exclaimed once he got a better look at the boy's face, startling Matthew. Matthew looked at the boy and saw that it was Arthur who was unconscious. Though, the blond was barely recognizable.

His hair was tainted with dirt and what looked like dried blood? His face was scratched almost everywhere and his clothes were tattered. His right leg and arm were twisted and obviously broken. There were bruises covering the skin that was currently visible and it almost looked like his left side was severely burned.

The two boys winced in sympathy. "Matt, go get mom! Hurry, I'll stay with Arthur!" Alfred ordered while kneeling next to Arthur. Matthew ran off immediately without a word.

A few minutes passed and Arthur was still unconscious and Alfred tried shaking him slightly instead of just saying his name. This seem to work a bit since after another minute, the injured Briton stirred for a moment and then he slowly opened his eyes to find Alfred. "Al . . . fred?" His said, his voice cracking.

"Arthur! Thank god!" Alfred exclaimed, smiling. As soon as Arthur woke up though, he went right back into unconsciousness. And almost like a miracle, Alfred's mother, Arthur's mother and the paramedics came into the clearing. Alfred let the paramedics do their job and watched them carry Arthur on a stretcher.

The three of them followed, and his mother extremely relieved and Arthur's mother crying with joy now that she knew that her son was still alive.

It took several weeks, but after those weeks, Arthur had completely recovered and was discharged from the hospital. Though, he had no memory of the day he went missing or memory of what happened to him. But he could remember seeing a man in a dark cloak. Other than that, everything went back to normal and Alfred was overjoyed to have his friend back.

But something, he figured it was his newly discovered 'Hero' feeling, told him that someone, or something, was watching them.


Yes . . . no? Maybe? Reviews will be loved!

Okay! Little contest here~
I wanna see who can name the copy cat creature and the invisible (To Alfred that is) object! Here's a hint, they can be found in British folklore!
Whoever gets it right is allowed one request. Whether it be for a chapter or a completely new story!