And so here comes chapter 2.

Warnings: Blasphemy, child abuse, implied rape, and possibly a decent amount of grammar mistakes but enjoy!


Life was misery, it was a fact that Arthur came to understand a long time ago. It wasn't a happy adventure or a beautiful landscape like people at school or church would enjoy telling you, no. It was nothing but destruction. Social status, money, greed, envy, corruption and darkness were what made the world go around, because humans were not born equally. No human was the same than another human because they believed that money and fame made one's life more important than others and apparently other people thought the same, because they would let them get away with everything.

During the sixteen years of his life Arthur had experienced a lot, at age six his parents died in a tragic car accident, the same car accident crushed his legs and made him unable to walk ever again, so since an early age Arthur was used to sitting on a chair as a transportation medium. He couldn't run or play with other kids; he couldn't do much because he was unable to walk. He was giving priorities and kindness and Arthur was able to appreciate all of this but that didn't change the fact that he couldn't walk. Both of his legs were nothing but dead weight on his body. So sad, so very sad.

Arthur ended up in an orphanage, a Catholic orphanage. Some of the nuns in there were kind and nice; they would help him and would at least try to make him feel useful by giving him chores that he was capable of doing, like dusting the furniture, alphabetizing the books in the library and organizing papers in the office. He was somewhat happy.

Everything changed when Arthur was told that he was going to be transferring. The orphanage was far too full and they needed space for younger children, but he understood this and thanked the kind ladies before leaving. The new orphanage was nothing like the old one, even though nuns were still the ones running the place. Arthur's new home was far from welcoming, the rules were ridiculous and he wasn't allowed to do anything in fear that he would become nothing but a burden for the other people in the orphanage.

Arthur wasn't allowed out of the classrooms, library or his room and whenever he was seen sneaking around he was punished. He couldn't understand how people that would pray to God and read the words of a book that spoke about kindness could be so cruel. He was punished with a belt, one of the ladies would hit his body with the leathery accessory until he was crying and saying that he was sorry and after that he was send back to his room without anything to eat.

It happened a lot of times and every single time the punishments would get rougher.

"You can't even walk, why would you want to join other normal kids."

That's what he was told, because apparently being unable to walk was not normal and because it wasn't normal it was bothersome and therefore annoying.

Arthur was adopted at the age of ten. He was adopted by a famous retired politician, the old guy said how he wanted to settle down and finally have a family but because his beloved wife was dead and he didn't want to remarry he decided that adoption was the best way to go and Arthur could still remember the first time that he met the man.

He was told that he was special and his sad accident was nothing but a pebble that was put on his path so he could become stronger, because he could become stronger. He was told that all he needed to do was lift his chin and keep moving and Arthur believed all of this because nobody ever bothered to say something so kind to him, nobody ever tried to tell Arthur that he could still become something great no matter what.

How pitiful, kids would just believe whatever adults had to say.

And so, Arthur was adopted and the politician took him to his mansion. He was not the only child there either, no, of course not. Another four kids were already living there and each one of them was busy with their own schedule so they couldn't truly greet him properly. Of course they were busy, it was just that.

Arthur was taken to his room, which was in the first floor of the mansion. The room was something out of a fancy magazine, everything inside looked expensive and fragile so Arthur was careful not to break anything and instead he admired the beautiful room. The furniture was arranged so he was able to move around on his wheelchair and the bathroom was spacious enough for him to do so as well. Everything was perfect, so perfect and so his new father came in and the child said how grateful he was and how hard he was going to try to make him proud.

Children, so stupid all the time.

Arthur was not given a pat on his head for what he said. No, instead he was roughly grabbed by the arm and shoved against the bed before his clothes were taken off. Everything was not as bright as it had been before, the cloud Arthur had been floating on disappeared and he came down crashing against the ground. He was used, and he was told disgusting things against his ear. He was tainted and then flipped over just to have the same things being done to him all over again. One time was not enough, no, and Arthur was sure that this was not going to be the only time it was going to happen.

"I have never done it with someone that couldn't walk. It felt better than other times."

That's what he was told and Arthur just cried. He ignored the arms around his body as the night came and he also ignored the heavy breathing of the body next to his. He wanted to get away, to leave this room and to never come back but this was now his room and he was going to be forced to sleep in the same room where he was raped. How awful and how cruel for somebody to do something like this and how disgusting, his tragedy, what brought him pain and sorrow was a way for someone to get off and reach an orgasm, nothing else and nothing more.

He told his new dad that he was going to tell on him, that he was going to call the police and he was going to be in troubles. The old man just laughed at him and told him to try it and Arthur did. Nothing was done because nothing could be done because his new father was standing above so many people that he could pull the strings easily and make it so he never raped a boy, so he never hurt an innocent child, because what the child was saying were lies and nothing else.

Arthur wondered if even heaven worked like that and it probably did…because if humans were created to mirror their creator then He couldn't be any better. Religion was bullshit, it was nothing but a way for humans to find peace over their pathetic sins and he was right, because his new father would go to church every Sunday and he would pray and he would also pray every night and he would make them do it with him. All of the children that he would abuse would pray with him. Maybe this man's soul was going to be saved in the end and that truly pissed off the youngest of the five.

Everything that Arthur was told were lies, he was not chosen because he could become something great, he was chosen because he was going to be a pretty little fuck and with time and thanks to his new father he was able to understand how the world worked. It wasn't about how kind and nice you could be to people but how ruthless and low you could be to achieve true power, the power to make yourself untouchable, to make yourself unreachable.

Arthur was admitted to a high end private school and soon enough he became one of the top students. He was involved in many school activities and people began to ignore his inability to walk. But the fact was that he was still unable to move like the rest of the world, and his father made it clear when he couldn't run away from him in his bedroom. But Arthur would fight those memories, especially when he was at school, because everything was fine was long as he was not home.

The paralyzed child became the top of his class and stayed at the top of his class year after year. He was putting his other siblings to shame and his father was praising him and showing him off in newspaper articles. What a wonderful, free publicity the useless child was actually the successful one. But Arthur took this to his advantage, because he knew how the game of the world was plaid. He was the new image of a successful kid that was unable to walk, because he was not normal, people said he was not normal just because of that fact and so he became the abnormal one by becoming something successful because nobody expected something out of him and now he was showing them.

It was horrible though, because all of this just appeared to excite his new father even further. But Arthur was strong and he was learning to deal with it. He could deal with it and he was going to deal with it because soon, in the future he was going to crush this man and he was going to have him kissing his feet and begging for forgiveness.

The sandy blond chuckled at his own idea and glanced to his right to stare at the disgusting man that was sleeping next to him. He shook his head and reached for his wheelchair to pull himself out of bed and sit on it. The young teen grabbed his shirt and put it on, letting the piece of clothing cover his shame as he moved towards the window of his bedroom. He stared at the sky and the bright moon and he counted the stars because that always made him feel better.

If there was a God, he was nothing but a joke. He was a sadist that enjoyed watching his people suffering. But he didn't believe in that anymore, no, there was no divine punishment just the punishment humans themselves created. Arthur sighed softly and tilted his head against his shoulder, his green eyes staring at the garden below him.

"One day, just one day…I am going to make this place burn like hell would." And the green eyed teen smiled, his sadistic smile reflecting the pain and suffering that was waiting to crawl out and take revenge upon the world.


Soft fingers were caressing his hair. The long digits were slowly rubbing his scalp and moving to the sandy locks. He could feel the hand moving from the top of his head to the hair on the back of his neck and then the hand was gently pulling on the hair, trying to get his attention. The teen groaned and slowly opened his eyes, the sleepiness still clinging against his eyelids.

There was no one there.

Arthur frowned and lazily sat up on his bed. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced around the room but again there was no one there. The green eyed boy tilted his head and his frown grew a bit deeper when he noticed that the door of his bedroom was open. With a sigh the boy stood up and walked over to close the door, his feet dragging against the hard wood floor. He slammed the door shut and flipped the lock before walking back to his bed to crawl under his bed sheets and sleep.

Knock, knock, knock

The teenager's eyes snapped open and he quickly got to his feet before running towards his door and opening it with one swing. There was no one there. Arthur growled softly and narrowed his eyes, he glanced to his left and then to his right; it was then that he noticed the small pebble on the floor. The sandy blond raised a brow and picked up the pebble, his green eyes examining the small piece of rock. But it wasn't the only one, a couple of inches away there was another pebble and then another one and another one. It was a little path.

Arthur rubbed his lips together and dropped the pebble in his hands. Slowly and with caution the boy follow the small path of rocks, his feet clumsily taking him down the hall way…wait, his feet? The teenager gasped and stared down at his legs, he was standing! He was walking and he was moving! It was impossible, he couldn't walk, he was damned to be in a chair for the rest of his life but now, right now he was moving and walking and following the small path ahead of him.

The teenager smiled and wriggled his legs, stretching them as he moved. He spun around with a giggle until his balance was gone and he fell. Arthur gasped and quickly tried to grab onto the wall but he wasn't falling against the floor, no, he was falling somewhere deeper. He twitched and quickly grabbed onto the rug on the floor before digging his nails roughly against the wooden floors. The boy swallowed heavily and glanced back his eyes growing wide at the dark, deep, hole down below his hanging form. But that wasn't what scared him the most, no, it was the fact that he could see fire moving and spreading across the abysm.

Arthur let out a soft noise and clawed at the floor, his hands roughly grabbing on the carpet and the floor until his fingers were bleeding but it was no use, his legs were not functioning anymore. "No, no, no, no, please." He whimpered and kept trying, ignoring how the heat of the fire was slowly getting to him. The teenager was sweating and trying to lift his body just to shiver when the dead weight of his legs would drag it back.

'If you ask me to help you I will. If you ask me to show you a different path I will. If you want a different ending then you better call my name.'

The green eyed boy felt cold sweat running down his back when he heard the dark voice next to his ear. "W-what?" He almost squeaked and shook his head, his nerves breaking and his desperation showing as he stared at the fire with wide eyes. Who was he going to call? Who could he call? There was no one in his life that was willing to save him, there was no one willing to help someone like him without getting something in return. Life was nothing but an exchange, if you had something to give then people would look for you and if you didn't then they would ignore you. Arthur had nothing to give, so how could he possibly consider the idea of screaming for help? But his throat was feeling dry and his lips were moving and he said something he couldn't understand.

The heat was growing and growing and his feet were slowly burning and Arthur was only able to tell because of the smell. Still the idea of his body parts being set on fire was not very welcoming even if he couldn't feel the pain below his knees. The teenager felt tears running down his eyes and he closed his eyes, and the fire was clawing at his clothes, burning the pieces of clothing until it reached his waist and Arthur was screaming and his eyes snapped open.

Wide emerald eyes stared in horror at the fire around his room. The door and the wall around the door was on fire. Arthur ripped his blankets off of his body and wiped the tears on his eyes. He had been dreaming, just a dream but this was the reality. There was a real fire in the mansion and for the looks of it he wasn't even going to be able to get out of his room.

The teenager glanced around his bedroom and reached for his chair, his fingers grasping the metal before pulling the chair towards the bed so he could jump on top. What was he supposed to do? How could he get out? Arthur felt himself breathing heavily, his eyes were wide and staring at the fire that was attempting to crawl inside his room from under the door.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit! Fuck!" Arthur swallowed heavily and ignored the feeling of helplessness and instead he moved towards the bathroom. He quickly closed the bathroom door and grabbed a towel from the rack next to the sink before flipped the faucet open. The boy tossed the towel into the sink, letting it absorb the water. Once the towel was wet he turned the chair around and threw the towel against the bottom of the door so the smoke wouldn't come through and the fire wouldn't expand. But this was not going to be enough, no, not enough at all. The sandy blond turned the chair again and this time he twisted the handle of the bathtub to let it fill and with a growled he flipped the other one open as well, the water quickly spitting out and filling the bathtub. Not enough, it wasn't enough so the boy did the same with the sink until the water was overflowing and falling against the floor.

But smoke was crawling inside through the door and Arthur began to panic, his breathing was heavy and he almost thought he knew how people that had asthma felt like because his throat was closing up and his eyes were tearing up and it was like if no air was reaching his lungs. What else could he do? What else! The short boy whimpered and glanced around the room, quickly scanning everything around him until he noticed his window next to the tub.

Arthur quickly moved his chair and then sat at the edge of the tub, moving his body along the edge until he was on the other side of the tub and he was facing the window. The young male rubbed his lips and glanced at the world outside his window and then sighed in relief when he remembered that he was only on the first floor. So with that in mind he reached for the towel rack that was near the tub before yanking on the piece of metal. He pulled and twisted the thing until the screws were coming off and the metal bar came off.

The green eyed male narrowed his eyes and lifted the metal bar before roughly letting it land against the window. The piece of glass trembled but didn't break so the short male narrowed his eyes and did it harder this time, over and over again until the window began to crack slowly. Soon pieces of glass were falling and then the window shattered. Arthur smirked and used the towel rack to clean up the pieces of glass that were still sticking out from the window frame.

He was going to be able to get out, yes! He was going to be able to do it, no doubt about it. With a smile the boy reached for the window frame and lifted his body just to feel something against his shoulders and soon he was being pulled back inside the bathtub. Arthur screamed and swallowed water, his hands quickly waving around and trying to grab on anything to hold onto. He felt his air being replaced by water, his nose was burning and his lungs felt like they were slowly being filled and it was such an odd sensation but he couldn't think about that now, not now! The teenager grabbed onto the edge of the tub and pulled himself out before taking a deep breath. Both of his green eyes were now red and he was only capable of breathing one more time before his body was pulled back inside the tub.

Arthur struggle and kept a tight hold on the edge of the tub but something was keeping him inside. It was a tight grip on his shoulder and he glanced around, ignoring how his eyes were being filled by water. He couldn't see anything, nothing at all but then his eyes were able to get a sight of something that was in the water, it was a feather. The young teen narrowed his eyes curiously but then he closed his eyes as he felt his precious air escaping his throat. With one last strong pull he lifted his body to breathe, water was crawling out of his mouth and he coughed loudly, feeling the urge to throw up but he didn't get a chance to do so, because he was being pulled back inside the tub and this time the boy didn't have any more strength. It was all gone.

The teenager closed his eyes tightly and tried to keep his body under to control to hold his breath as much as he could but it was hard to do it when he knew he wasn't going to be able to pull himself out of the water. Arthur's brain stood still when he saw a shadow dancing over his eyelids and it was almost like if he could feel it and then the pressure on his shoulder was gone and the boy pulled himself out of the tub. He breathed loudly and coughed, his body now leaning against the edge of the window before he quickly glanced around. The fire was now eating up the wall next to his bathroom and he didn't have much time before things began to collapse.

The boy ignored how light his head felt and how weak his body was and instead he grabbed onto the window frame and with one strong yank he pulled himself out of the room and fell down against the soft grass below him. Arthur didn't stop moving though, he crawled and clawed at the grass until he was sure he was at a safe distance, and then he turned around.

Wide emerald eyes stared at the scene in front of him. The mansion was being consumed by the fire and some windows were even shattering and letting out a dark, heavy smoke. The ceiling was collapsing and the Arthur shivered when he noticed the windows on the second floor. He was able to see the figures hitting against the windows and screaming and the fire around them; his 'siblings' were trying to open the windows but it wasn't working and then they tried to throw things against the windows but they wouldn't shatter. The teenagers were crying and coughing, their bloodshot eyes staring down at Arthur with fear and pain and soon fire was consuming even that.

Arthur coughed softly and looked away, his fingers digging against the grass underneath him. He couldn't watch this any longer, no more, no more. It was impossible to stand the sight of this but he turned his eyes towards the mansion again and then he stared at the windows near the front door. There, with panic in his eyes and desperation in his movements was his dear step dad. The old man was throwing chairs against the windows before moving towards the door and Arthur could see the door shaking and moving but it was not opening. The politician tried the windows again, this time throwing himself against the piece of glass but the windows were not even shaking, not showing any type of cracks, no nothing.

The green eyed boy smiled, his lips slowly twitched into a smile and he ignored the fact that his siblings were dead and instead he enjoyed the view in front of him. He stared and watched what the old man was doing, how he was trying any possible way of getting out but it was no valid. He was trapped and fire was slowly wrapping around him and he even threw things against the fire like if it was going to make a difference, like if the fire was a scared child that was going to tremble and back away. No, the fire grew bigger and soon enough it was wrapping around the male figure and the politician was flailing his arms around and rolling on the floor and trying to break the window still.

And Arthur just laughed, he felt tears rolling down from the corner of his eyes but he kept laughing. Both of his hands were yanking on the grass around him but all he could do was to stare at the scene of his step dad burning to death. Maybe it was how light his head felt or maybe it was the fact that he was exhausted but he could have sworn he heard someone laughing with him and felt someone wrapping his arms around his body lovingly before everything went dark and he felt his conscious slipping away.


Arthur groaned and leaned his head against his shoulder. The feeling of something brushing against his jaw made him shiver and let out a soft noise from in between his lips. He was cold but there was someone else next to him and the body was so warm and comfortable. Arthur found himself cuddling himself against the body next to him, his hands holding onto something he didn't know what it was but it felt like a shirt.

'May all your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun…'

The sandy blond arched, his brows furrowing together. He knew those words, no, he knew this song. Somewhere in the back of his head he could listen to himself singing the song but this voice was not his own. Somebody else was singing the melody and the voice was deep but soft. Fingers that he knew by now were moving on top of his cheek and Arthur leaned against the touch, ignoring how his brain was screaming at him to stop.

Emerald eyes slowly opened and stared at the white ceiling in front of him. The teen sighed softly, rubbing his face with his hands. It was another dream, just another dream but why did it felt so real? It was almost like a déjà vu in a dream and he wasn't even sure if that was even possible.

"You are awake, that's good!"

Arthur blinked, his eyes finally noticing the man that was sitting next to his bed. The older male was wearing a suit with a doctor coat on top and was holding a clipboard on his right hand and a pen on his left hand. The doctor smiled, his glasses lightly slipping down his nose and he quickly pushed them back in place.

Azure eyes stared at Arthur like if it was a common thing to do and it was, it truly was but for some reason it made the teen shiver and glance away. The stare, he had seen it before, his step dad had the same stare when he was thinking about something dirty but this time…just this time it was different. It wasn't perversion, more like adoration? But that didn't make any sense. Arthur didn't know this guy and he wasn't even aware of the fact that he was in a hospital bed until now.

"Why am I in a hospital?" The young teen asked his voice sore and harsh.

The doctor whistled softly and flipped his clipboard. "Because it is a miracle you are alive." The word miracle was roughly emphasized. "There was a fire and you were able to get out and save yourself." The sunny blond said cheerfully, his grin growing.

"A…fire." The sandy blond frowned and closed his eyes. He could feel a headache slowly crawling across his brain. Arthur shivered and bit on the corner of his bottom lip as the image of his siblings being burnt alive by the fire crossed his mind. How they tried to break the windows and how they tried to get free but nothing work. Then the memory of his step-dad dying in the same way soon came and that made him smile just a tiny bit. "I remember now. I remember."

"Good, good, everything appears to be normal too. Nothing too serious happen." The doctor smiled, closing his clipboard with both of his hands. "You are very lucky Arthur."

The sandy blond gulped and a blush slowly crawled over his face. Why was his face heating up? The doctor was just smiling and staring at him with those intense blue eyes. Arthur felt himself getting drowsy and he failed to notice the hand that was getting closer and closer until a firm thumb was rubbing on his throat. The digit gently massaged the skin of his throat. The only thing the young teen could do was to lean against the touch, his half lidded eyes clouding and making it hard for him to see what was happening.

Arthur could see the doctor smiling but now he couldn't see his eyes, just the smile on those soft lips and the face getting closer and closer. In a blink of an eye everything was back to normal and the teenager found himself panting. One of his hands quickly touched his chest, his heart was beating against his ribs as cold sweat ran down his forehead. The sandy blond swallowed heavily and turned his attention back to the doctor but the older male was already talking to two other people that where inside the room.

"We need to interrogate him now." One of the older men said.

"He is the only one that can tell us what happen and he is also the suspect. You know this Dr. Jones." The other man said with a hissing tone.

"I know, I know, but he just woke up. I can't have you disturbing his peace." The doctor sighed and rolled his eyes with an annoyed look on his face.

"That brat is a killer. We have enough evidence that point him as the culprit. He killed five people!"

The sandy blond's eyes went wide at the words that were now echoing in his head. He didn't kill anybody! What were these guys talking about? He woke up and the fire was already spreading across the house. The only thing he was guilty of was not helping people get out but it wasn't like he could do much. The teenager couldn't even walk! How was he supposed to help? He was useless in situations like that!

'Yeah, you are pretty useless like this but I find it cute.'

Arthur snapped his head to the side, his eyes growing wider. Where did that voice came from? Most of all why would he say something as horrible as that? He was not useless, well he had been during the fire because he couldn't help people but that didn't make him useless. No, no, no. He had been capable of getting out himself. Just by himself, with no help, with no working legs. He was good, he was great. He was not useless. He was smart, he was…

'You were a fuck toy.'

The sandy blond twitched, his eyes staring down at the bed sheets on his bed. He was holding tightly on the sheets with both of his hands, making his knuckles turn white from the tight grip. It was a lie! He was not a fuck toy. He was raped; it wasn't because he wanted to do those things. He was forced to do everything. If he could have, he would have killed that man the minute he did it but he was confused back then and then…then he didn't have any strength to fight back. The teenager was emotionally exhausted. It wasn't about fighting back anymore but how long he could keep himself together without breaking down.

'You are weak, useless and filthy. There is no reason for you to keep living, why don't you just kill yourself. Just die already.'

Arthur felt tears rolling down the corner of his eyes. This voice, why was he telling him all of this, why? Didn't he know how much Arthur would fight every day? Didn't he know how hard it was for him to wake up every morning without thinking about how awful his life was? How every day Arthur would wake up telling himself that this day was going to be better than the last, that no matter what happened there was a tomorrow and tomorrow could always be better. Tomorrow, he lived in the tomorrow because the present was always too horrible and tomorrow was unpredictable.

'Tomorrow won't change the fact that you are nothing but a piece of filthy that should jump off a bridge. You know I'm right. You thought about it but couldn't do it. Just make it happen already, before somebody else finds how pitifully fun it is to watch you beg and scream.'

The teenager twitched, his wide eyes tearing up. He forgot about the police officers and the only thing he could do was to listen to the voice in his head. Arthur slowly lifted his head and the first thing his green eyes met was the bright blue eyes of the doctor that was still talking to the police officers. The sunny blond was smiling with his eyes and the azure orbs appeared to be alive. The two pools were dancing with an amused glint and a hint of sadism. Even though the doctor was talking with the two agents his whole attention was on the boy that was now shaking and trying not to scream.

'Just kill yourself.'

And the sunny blond smiled, showing sharp teeth that were for sure not human. But the agents kept talking and their voices were getting lost in Arthur's ears. 'Notice him, notice him, there is something wrong with him.' He tried to say it out loud but his voice was gone. The teenager watched in horror as the two men walked out of the room, leaving the doctor and Arthur by themselves.

"So now, want to sing a song?" The doctor grinned from ear to ear, his blue eyes full of glee as he took a step closer to his patient. "Somebody taught me a song a long time ago. It was wonderful and it would always help me feel calm but when I sing, it doesn't help me." The blue eyed male sighed and flopped down on the bed next to the boy. He ignored the look of pure terror the teenager was giving him and instead he gently ran two of his fingers across Arthur's useless legs. "Why don't you sing it with me? You know the lyrics already."

The sandy blond rubbed his lips together, tears still rolling down from the corner of his eyes. He pulled his blanket closer to himself and almost hugged it. It was then that he felt his mouth moving by itself and his shaky voice broke the silence he had been trying to keep. "A dream is something all your own to keep within your heart. To build on when you're glad or when your world's been torn apart. A dream is something all your own that no one else can steal. A dream is something you can make come real…May all your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun. May you always have stars in your eyes." His voice felt forced and too sore. He needed water and his dry lips were just confirming his need.

"That was…wonderful." The doctor almost purred and leaned forward. He let his hand run through the sandy blond on Arthur's head before moving his hand lower to rub his ears, jaw, and cheeks. The pale skin was shivering under his touch, showing goose bumps soon enough.

"It was so nice, good job. It made me feel so good." The blue eyed male whispered and leaned closer, both of his arms wrapping around the small frame in front of him.

The sunny blond pulled Arthur into a tight and comfortable hug. He buried his face against the teenager's neck and his hands desperately hold onto his clothes.

Arthur whimpered softly, his lips rubbing together as he let his arms hang loosely next to his body. This…this man or whatever it was had pushed him towards the edge of a break down and was now lovingly hugging him. What was wrong with him? Or what was wrong with this doctor? It was horrible that he almost considered what he had been told in his head, because it was ideas he thought about before. But now, it felt so warm and comforting. The sandy blond felt his half lidded eyes closing and he snuggled against the body in front of him. Why was he reacting like this when he was horrified of this man, he had no idea. It was like his logic was leaving him, no. He couldn't think, he couldn't react, what he was doing was being done without his permission. Was the doctor doing this? He probably was.

The teenager was not in control of his thoughts and body but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. This was probably what a drug felt like. You know everything is wrong but the world around you feels so right and comfortable that it is hard to realize that this is not you and these are not your actions. Arthur was getting lost and his consciousness was slipping away again.

"Now if only you would kill yourself."

Emerald eyes snapped open and Arthur heard himself screaming but a hand quickly covered his mouth. The doctor was smirking at him, showing those inhuman fangs again.

"Don't be loud, they are coming and you are just helping them by screaming."

Who was coming? And most of all how could this get any worst! People were accusing him of setting his house on fire and now this freaky doctor was telling him to commit suicide! What kind of doctor would even consider saying something like this? It was inhuman and just plain sadistic.

"We should leave."

Arthur didn't even get a chance to try to struggle against the sunny blond, not at all. In a matter of seconds the older male was picking him up bride style and pulling him close to his chest. Of course he was used to this because of his inability to walk but that did not meant he wanted this man caring him around! It felt somewhat degrading.

"Let go!" The young male hissed and struggle against the doctor that just smiled back in return.

"I can't let you go, not now. Humans are looking for you and those other guys are almost here. I don't wan-" The blue eyed male was interrupted when the door was slammed open and a pair of violet eyes glared at him.

Two male figures were now standing in front of the door. They didn't look much older than Arthur and one of them had pale blond hair while the other one had soft, snow white hair. The pair had matching violet eyes that were narrowed and glaring at the doctor with so much hatred that it made the sandy blond shiver and look away.

"Put him down." The blond stranger said his voice cold and emotionless. It sounded so…familiar.

The silver haired boy took a step closer. "If you put him down we may not have to kill you. I am tired of this sick game." The second voice lacked emotion as well but it didn't feel as chilly and freaky as the one before.

"But I am very amused." The doctor smiled and pulled the younger male closer to his chest. "Making your lives a living hell while I make sure he is okay is extremely amusing to me. Endearing even." He snickered and nuzzled his cheek against Arthur's head. "Plus I'm taking him now."

"Don't you dare!"

But it was too late. The doctor was opening the window and letting himself fall back. Arthur stared with wide eyes at what was happening. They were falling and the two strangers were running towards them but they didn't fall like the sunny blond did, instead they stared down at them, watching the two fall from the fifth floor.

The teenager was ready to hear the noise of bones crushing against the ground but it never came. He didn't even notice when he closed his eyes but it was probably from the fear that was spreading through his body. Slowly the sandy blond opened his eyes again and glanced around the forest that they were now standing on. How…how did this happen?

"Now…want to sing again?" The blue eyed male smiled down at him, leaning down to nuzzle his face against Arthur's neck. He was so cold.


questions that may show up:

Was Alfred telling Arthur those things in his head? Yes. Why? You will find out soon.

Well until next time, bai bai.

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