Stupid A/N at the bottom.
The Englishman stared with a blank face at the card, mostly at the name, though. You'd think that Arthur would be startled at the fact that someone had the occupation of a "hitman", and he would be, but in this particular situation, Arthur focused more on the name. The reason why was because Arthur had see the words before.
It was the name of a criminal which was shown when he was watching the news. If his memory serves him correctly, Alfred F. Jones was a hitman that killed anything that breathed. Unlike most people, Arthur didn't get frightened as much as other people when he heard this. Sure, there was the initial shock that anyone would get, but the policeman has dealt with far too many people like that lad Alfred to be completely startled.
Arthur flipped the card over. He looked over the address once more. "49 Featherstone, London, ECIY 8SY..." He repeated to himself. He set off in the direction of the aforementioned address, with the dog following closely behind.
The policeman soon arrived at the house which owned the address that was written on the card, only to see something frightful. There was a half decomposed dog laying on the doormat, as if it were some kind of gift. It was hard to tell what breed it was, with the decomposition of it's body and all. All Arthur could tell was that it had short, white and brown fur. The sight almost made Arthur retch and cry all at once, while the canine beside him whimpered, padding over to the dog that long since passed.
Arthur stood behind the doormat, rather than moving it because it might get something dirty on his trousers, or shoes, for that matter. He knocked on the door and waited for a response. He heard shuffling from inside the house, then footsteps slowly getting louder. The door soon opened, revealing a teenager with round glasses, violet eyes and a piece of hair that stuck out in the shape of a curl. "Yes, officer?" The boy stated quietly. Arthur could barely hear him but he knew what he had said. "I'm here to talk to Alfred F. Jones," he paused, looked at the bloke's face, then continued. "Do you happen to know who this is?" The violet-eyed teen stood with a blank face for a few seconds, then nodded slowly, hesitantly. "I know who he is... He's my brother. I'll go get him." Arthur waited patiently as the quiet chap went back into the house, going up the stairs. Arthur lost sight of him after that; all he could hear was someone knocking on a door, and someone opening it.
Arthur looked down to see that the canine he had taken with him had pulled over the mat so that he could... do whatever dogs did. It appeared that he was sniffing the deceased dog. The Brit looked up just in time to see the brothers conversing at the top of the stairs. The one he had met before was pointing to him. From where Arthur stood, he couldn't tell if the teen was scared, but it seemed highly likely.
The two finally made their way down the stairs, going over to the front door rather quickly. Alfred was clad in black, unlike his brother, who was wearing mostly pastel colours. The policeman also saw dried blood splatters on Alfred's shirt, trying not to get angry. 'These people are idiots,' he thought. Alfred smiled and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Hello, officer, what seems to be the problem?" He asked, rather cheerily. Arthur decided he didn't like him. "I am suspecting that you, sir, have been murdering animals in the town of London." He paused, then continued before Alfred could reply. "Is this true?" The policeman pulled out the card that he had found earlier as to further prove his point. Alfred stared at the officer with a look neutrality, taking the card in the process. "Yes, it is, officer." He stated. Arthur nodded, and glanced at the other, who was panicking slightly. "What's your name?" The Englishman asked a bit suddenly. The violet-eyed teenager looked up and hesitated. "...Matthew." He answered quietly. Arthur mentally sighed, then asked another question. "Why are you so... " Arthur paused, trying to find the right word. "frightened?" Arthur continued before the Canadian could reply. "It's your brother that getting arrested, not you."
"Wait, what?!" Both Alfred and Matthew exclaimed. The Brit flinched at the loud, sudden outburst and glared at the two, though it was mostly directed at Alfred. "What else did you think would happen?" Arthur took out a pair of handcuffs and placed them on Alfred's wrists before he could react. "You get arrested for that here?" Alfred questioned, still quite panicked. Arthur brows furrowed and nodded slowly, glaring at the American with annoyed eyes. "Yes," is all he said. The Brit began to drag the American out into the cold, Alfred struggling, Matthew deciding whether or not he should aid his brother. Arthur sighed inaudibly and took out his taser, eyeing him with a menacing look. "I won't hesitate to use this on you if you don't stop squirming." As Alfred was mentally choosing which to do: obey the tempered Brit with a taser, or keep squirming, Arthur whistled and dog came running to his side. Alfred chose the first option and gave in, sighing dramatically, much to Arthur's annoyance.
Alfred didn't give up though. He turned slightly and gave a pleading look to his brother, mouthing two words that couldn't be mistaken for anything else, "Help. Me!" Matthew got the message and hesitated, but much to Alfred's dismay, didn't move from his spot in the doorway. Alfred didn't get another chance to get himself out of his predicament because they had turned the corner. Arthur felt that he should ask the murderer a few questions on their walk to the police station.
"How'd you get into killing animals, Alfred?" Arthur inquired, walking a bit slower than before. Alfred noticeably flinched. "I don't want to talk about it." He answered coldly, sniffing. Arthur nodded, continuing to walk at the same speed. "Chap, how many beings have you killed?" Arthur asked once more, looking at Alfred with curious eyes. Alfred caught Arthur's glance and stared for a few seconds. 'They're so green...' He thought as he was getting ready to answer. "I don't keep score, but I'd say more than 10."
I apologise for not updating the story... School is a demon that corrupts your very soul. I hope to update more regularly from now on, so look forward to that. Or don't. Your choice.
Also, thank you for the reviews on the first chapter! I greatly appreciated it.
Reviewers of the First Chapter: Hetastic Bro, thelostdoitsu, and MagicRose37.