Alfred gave out a loud cry as there was a loud crack and pain split his head. Arthur had just taken Alfred's bat in his thin hands and swung it at the back of his head. Alfred lay on the ground with a huge gash in the back of his head, and after moaning in pain for a few seconds, he began to giggle hysterically.
After swinging the bat at his little brother a few more times, Arthur threw the weapon aside. "Don't tell me to stop singing my song. I enjoy it very much."
"The worms crawl in, he worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle in your snout, they eat our eyes, they eat your nose, and they eat the jelly between your toes! It's stuck in my head and it's fucking annoying!" Alfred hissed from his position on the floor.
"And don't forget who helped me make that song!" Arthur's wild grin grew more insanely.
"That was nearly one-hundred fucking years ago! Can't you just forget that shit?" Alfred tried to pick himself off the ground, but his arms were weak due to the broken bones. He sighed. "Just kill me already, I'm tired of waiting."
"Apologize first." Arthur replied simply.
"I'm sorry…" Alfred growled. "That you're such a prick!"
Arthur licked his dry lips and pulled out a knife. "Close enough, chum. I will make you suffer, just how you like it."
As the cold steel of the knife pressed against his throat, Alfred couldn't help but laugh. The pain was great, yes, and he couldn't get enough!
Arthur began to slowly rip open Alfred's throat, gently singing his little song into his brother's ear. "Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by, for you may be the next one to die~ They wrap you up in a big white sheet, from your head down to your feet~"
Alfred gave the best irritated hiss he could make with an opened throat. Blood began to pour into his mouth. He hated the metallic taste of the stuff, but his brother obviously thought differently as he scooped some of it from the side of his mouth and licked it off his finger.
"You're a sick bastard, you know that?" Alfred choked.
Arthur only gave him a sadistic smile and sat down, watching his brother's body convulse. It had taken the body exactly thirty minutes to stop moving, but Arthur could still hear the faint beating of the heart. He grabbed Alfred and dragged him into what once was the kitchen. He stripped off his clothes and lay him on his back, pulling out a marker and carefully marking the body where he was going to cut.
Slowly he opened the body and watched, with an excited glint in his eyes, the heart of his favorite victim beat slowly and steadily. It was much louder now that it was exposed, and it sounded so soothing… and it slowly got quieter.
Arthur could have fallen asleep to the sound of the exposed heart, but he couldn't. He had to act fast as the body would quickly begin to rot without the flow of antibodies in his veins. He pulled out air-tight plastic bags from the pack and a knife from the drawer and began to cut out his innards. He quickly squeezed out the contents of the intestines and put them in the bags, and cut out his liver, which he chopped up into cubes and put them in a separate bag. He cut out the stomach and cut it in half, placing each half at the different end of the table, and began to strip the muscle away from his limbs.
Alfred's body barely struggled as he did all of this, and nothing more than a pained moan escaped his mouth.
As he butchered the body of his younger brother, he hummed to the tune of his favorite song. "They put you in a big black box, and cover you up with dirt and rocks~ All goes well for about a week, then your coffin begins to leak~"
And finally to end his brother's suffering, he reached up to Alfred's chest and sliced out his heart, which beat softly in his hands. He smiled as he felt the warm blood gush between his fingers, and he couldn't help but give the organ a small squeeze. "How lovely~" He said out loud. He brought the organ up to his mouth and gave it a bloody kiss. As soon as his lips touched the heart, the soothing sound of the beating stopped, and he licked the sweet blood from his face. "That was rather amusing, brother. But next time, I'd like to hear you scream some more."
The last thing he had to do was squeeze the contents out of the stomach into a plastic bag, and he folded the hollowed organ over itself and slid it nicely into another bag. It was hard to believe that such a big man could fit into six plastic bags. But at the same time, most of his height did come from his legs, and he was also quite broad –shouldered.
He tossed the remaining bit of the body along the wall and placed the bags all over the bloody counter. "See you tomorrow, chap! I have some cupcakes to make~"