Dark Figures

Alfred smiled up at his older brother.
'Are you gonna play with me?'
'Of course. What would you like to play?'
'Hide and seek!'
So it was. They started the game but after a time the little child stopped.
'It's not fair! You always find me with such an ease, but you never find them…'
'Them? What do you mean?' Arthur didn't really like the tone of the word. It sounded like something… problematic.
'You know them! Those figures you go playing with after I'm supposed to fall asleep. And you always take your guns and it seems so funny and I want to go too! But you never let me anyway…'
'Alfred. How do they look like?'
'They are really strange. They have dark and colorful skin and dark hair and they wear really strange clothes. They are so different than us.'
'Do you see them very often around the house?'
'Yes. They come everyday, but they never come inside. No matter how nice I ask them or how loud I shout to them. They just stand there and watch… Who are they Arthur?'
'…just some dark figure… You don't have to worry, they won't harm you.'
'Then can I play with them?' The little boy smiled innocently. Arthur turned his head somewhere else. He couldn't lie into his brother's eyes.'I will try to ask them about it.'
'Yeey!'
With that Arthur put Alfred to bed, kissed his forehead for a goodnight and left the room.

'It's not fair. He goes to play with them again… And I won't be able to sleep because their screams… Stupid brother.'


A.N.: Thank you for reading this little-something? If it wasn't clear enough I just wanted to write about the Native American Indians and little America. The idea was that he always sees them but have no idea who are them and why are they even here. And he really cannot understand why Arthur never tells about them when he even goes to 'play' with them. And with playing, he means (and Alfred knows) he kills them. So that would it be, I couldn't really write it well I know, but thank you again for reading it anyway :) Sorry for the bad English, still learning it.