Chapter 2

Arthur is trying to ignore how his stomach is aching and any sound that occasionally came from it. It was somewhere around two in the morning and he haven't been able to sleep even for one whole hour straight. He falls asleep only to wake up a few minutes after from some fragmented nightmare. Even with his prosthetic arm being taken off and laying on the bed table he still have those memories hunting him.

Looking towards his window again he can see nothing but blackness behind the blinds, but he can hear something from behind it. It had started to rain for maybe two hours ago and it had progressed from a light drizzle to a steady downpour.

He didn't mind the sound, it was calming and it let him empty his thoughts off bad memories. Even if that effect could only last for some short moments at a time it was still a bliss that Arthur thanked the world for giving to him. But that bliss was still not strong enough to make him unable to hear and tense up when an other sound reaches his ears.

Down from the hall outside his bedroom he can hear the steady repeat of footsteps. That was getting closer and closer. Dragging his covers over his head Arthur curled in to a tight little ball as he tried to stop his whimpering. Praying and hoping that they would move past him, not stop by his door, not to come in. He even hold his breath as he heard them right outside. And his tears started to fall as he could feel the air in his room become warmer as the footsteps moved to inside of his room, without even opening his locked door.

Arthur always locked his door even when he knew how that have never stopped the other male from entering, and never could stop him. He lost his hold of his cover as it was roughly torn away from him. A fearful whine slipped out of the small male's mouth as a hand that is way to warm grabs hold of his stump for a left arm and hauls him up, so he is standing on his knees on his bed.

And a barely held back scream came from him as he was there after thrown hard from his bed to the floor. Arthur shocked on his own sobs as what once was his best friend came closer to him. The small male begged endlessly as Lewis hit him, kicked him, burnt him, all the while saying horrible things to him.

It was a three hours torture where Arthur's screams was the music for the evening. Both parties were well aware that nothing could be heard out over the mansion unless the owner wanted it to. That's why Lewis never needed to bother with worrying that anything could be heard, but he could still accuse the other to be to loud as an excuse to 'punish' him further.

Though Lewis may be violent and he knew that there would be scars, he made certain that there would be no mark on places that was to visible. But when he learned how much Arthur would hide those marks, his beating had spread to nearly everywhere but the throat, head and hands.

He even burned the underside of Arthur's feet once. The ghost had laughed so much at how hard it had been for the smaller male to 'walk' after that.

At least tonight would not end with such an treatment, tonight Lewis decided that the ending act would be to leave his murderer somewhere deep in the surrounding forest. This is done by possessing the other and then just walk to some 'fitting' spot, he didn't even have to feel the body's pain as he knew how to control to steer and not feel. The only annoying part with that plan is that Arthur sometimes would not shut up under this small walks. Like he did this time.

"…Please…stop…"

Lewis growled a bit, the sound being slightly more high pitched because of the body he was in.

"When… will it be… enough?… It hurts."

"Shut the fuck up. Enough? You believe that you really can atone for what you did? We won't be even until the day I kill you, you murderer." The ghost could feel how that cowards soul tried to cower from him. Try to hide. Which only achieved in making him more mad. "But since Vivi haven't yet seen the real you and still believes that you are a friend, I can't kill you. Not without losing her. So I will have to settle with this. Not enough for you to pay back what you stole, but at least it can soothe out the edges." Again the ghost growled as he felt a wave off sorrow from the other's soul.

"I'm sorry."

"Well guess what numskull, sorry isn't good enough." Lewis halted in his stride, his frown was leaving place for a grin. "Found a good spot."

Arthur focused a little more on what it was the other was using his body to look at. Only to shiver and try to chide away when he saw the long drop down a deep hill. There being dark bushes covering the end off it.

"Please, please don't. You have already h-hurt me tonight. Just leave me here. Please. Don't, don't make me-"

"What, fall? Like how you let that happen to me?" Lewis moved to stand balancing on the edge. "And it doesn't matter how much I have already hurt you. Don't you get it? You will never be hurt enough." And the ghost let the body fall as he left it.

Arthur screamed as he fell, tumbling and rolling out for the hillside until he finally crashed in to the bushes, finding out that they where the kind with thorns. He tried to calm down his breathing as he lay deep in the bushes, hurt from earlier, hurt from the fall and finally hurt from scratches from the bushes.

More tears fell down as he heard his friend walk away while laughing at what just had been done to him. Arthur at first didn't even try to get up as he lay there in the darkness as he kept on crying. After that the laughter had disappeared he started to sob, letting out his pain in sound.

When he did get up from the bushes his body was hurting everywhere and bleeding quite a lot from the branches and their thorns that had cut him. At first the small male tried to also get up for the hill, only to find out that such an action was impossible with only one arm. Giving up after he had fallen back at the bushes for the fifth time.

So he was forced to try walking some other way back. Sadly the way around the hill that would have been somewhat toward home was also a no-go. The only way left was to go further in to the forest.

As he walked Arthur was still crying, not sobbing as before but still crying none the less. He wasn't even sure how long it took him before he could change his direction to a more right one. At least he thinks it is a correct direction. He couldn't really tell so well with how dark it was, not even the moon's light reached this part of the forest so well. This may not be the first time he's dumped in this forest but it is the first time Lewis leave him so deeply inside it.

Arthur had to stop at one point as he again stepped on something sharp, not having any shoes on, and he needed to see if it had broken the skin. Thankfully it had not. It was while he was still on the ground that a sound was heard. A twig breaking somewhere in the darkness close to him.

Stiff with new fear Arthur carefully looks around himself as he slowly stands up. He couldn't see anything but now he was bearing the feeling of there being something there, watching him.

"H-hello." No answer came and he couldn't stop his body as it started to shake. "A-anyone t-there?"

His answer was more silence until he screamed as something flew out from among the trees. His scream though turned in to nervous laughter as he registered that it had just been an owl. "O-okay. Time to m-move then." And again he stood up to start walking again.

But as he walked the feeling of being watched didn't leave as it should have. Arthur shock his head, thinking he was being overly jumpy and that his mind was playing tricks on him. It was when he heard the next sound of leafs moving and a shadow of something way bigger then a rodent or bird moving among the trees, that is when he knew he wasn't alone.

Now filled with fear and in a panic Arthur started to run through the forest, praying to anyone that may be listening to him that he would find out safely. He's renewed crying wasn't helping either.

But for once luck seemed to be on his side as he started to recognize the more blackish trees nearer to Lewis mansion. And Arthur nearly stopped to laugh in relief.

"…"

There was a whisper, he knew he heard it, not what it said but that it was definitely there, and it got him to try running even faster then before. Through the black forest, up to the field and towards the mansion. He didn't stop until he was standing right outside the door. Looking back again he still couldn't see anything out of place as the sun was rising, but the feeling of being watched was still there. It didn't stop until after he had gone inside.

In the forest by the edge of the mansion's ground, had a pair of gray eyes watched the man intently, from the moment that ghost had led the body out from the house, up to that hill, and then kept on watching as the smaller male had walked back through the forest. The person stood unmoving for even a while after that Arthur had gone out of sight before he turned away. Mumbling for himself.

"Soon. I will come for you soon."