[A/N]: I've taken a break in my hiatus long enough to bring you a new chapter! Whoow! Hope you enjoy.

Step, clink... 'Stupid, arrogant, fucking morons-' Step, clank- 'They better hope to whatever fucking god they have-' Clink, clank, clink. 'That I never see them again!' Alfred thought bitingly, curling his lip up at the guard in front of him holding the key to the steel cuffs encasing his wrists and ankles. Another guard behind him held a revolver to the back of his head as incentive to cooperate. The chains scraping against the rough cement below his feet. The guard responded with a confident smirk and a wave of said key. Alfred growled in the back of his throat. 'DEAD.' The guard shrank away as they finally stopped outside a set of double doors barely containing the smell of the repulsive greasy meat permeating the air behind them. "There's no way in hell I'm eating that fucking slop!" 'I'll fucking starve before that animal shit even comes close to my mouth.'

Alfred struggled against the, tossing his head backwards as one of them came at him with a nightstick. The jerky motion only served to press him back into the gun. The force knocked the barrel sideways causing the guard to accidentally discharge the weapon, knocking him on his ass. The .38 grazed the side of his ear before the slug lodged itself into the cocky guards shoulder. He dropped the key in favor of clutching his arm. The other one tried to get up, but a quick blow to the head with the steel cuffs cracked his skull. Another one knocked him out, and the last caved his skull in, sending the back spray of hot blood and brain matter streaking across Alfred's face. He turned grinning. "Finally, fucker." With a click, both sets of cuffs were gone. The dumbass tried to get up and run, Al caught him at the doors. The scream he had building in the back of his throat died as Alfred picked him up around the neck, his fingers digging into the fatty skin. He wheezed, gasping for breath, prompting Al to hold on tighter, listening. The sound he was looking for finally came, the death rattle. Alfred brought him closer, putting him good ear next to him throat to relish the pleasurable sound. When it started to die out, Al snapped his neck killing the guard and leaving next to his equally dead partner.

"You shouldn't do things like that you know. ~" A twistedly sweet voice said from behind. He turned to find Arthur standing there, hands clasped together behind his back, an irritatingly sweet smile across his face. Alfred raged. "And what's it to ya' ya little shit!" Arthur giggled happily like a small child. "What my cupcake does is always my business." He said; bring a tape out from behind his back, pouting a bit. "Don't I get a little kiss on the cheek? I did swipe this very incriminating video of you massacring two guards before anyone could see. ~" Alfred went quiet for a moment as Arthur stepped forward, moving the heads of one of the corpses with the bottom of his shoe. He looked at the gaping hole in the man's head amused. "Do you know why I work in the clinic and act like a normal nurse instead of being lead around in chains like you?" He asked. Alfred snorted roughly, "Enlighten me."

"Because while this is good." He pointed to the bodies. "You didn't think of this." He held up the tape. Alfred bristled as he came towards him, his pink and blue eyes swirling. "But you can learn, and I can teach you my little Alfie. ~" He tipped his head back, letting a manic laugh spill from his lips. Alfred gritted his teeth and growled. 'This fucker. He's looking his nose down at me too.' The crazed sound grated his ears. "Stop laughing you asshole!" He pounced at the fucking dickbag, ready to pulverize the fuck out him. Arthur brought his other hand out from behind his back and with it, a large carving knife he'd swiped from the kitchen. Alfred's eyes widened and he threw himself sideways, narrowly avoiding the tip of the blade being sunk into his heart. Instead, he escaped with puncture wound gouged into his right side. He bit his lip, caging in a raged howl. The other simply lifted the blade to his lips, liking the carbon steel clean of the red fluid. "Delicious. ~ I could bake some fine sweets with you." He said stepping toward him. The strawberry blonde leaned over him, his eyes trailing over his slumped position as he clutched his arm. "But that would be such a waste. So, how about my offer, love?" a cold sweat coated Alfred's forehead. He gritted his teeth, staring up into those still swirling eyes, and replied with a gruff, "Do I have a choice?" Arthur looked down on him intensely, staring straight back into his devilish eyes, "No." And grinned from ear to ear, babbling out a bubbly, "So why don't you take a nap, my boy?" Before striking the worn wooden end of the blade against Alfred's temple. The giddy nurse looked down at his unconscious prey almost hungrily. He lifted the bigger teen into his arms. "This time you're not going anywhere Alfie. We're going to be happy together." They made their way down the darkly lit hall. "You'll be my student," He rounded a corner. "And I'll teach you everything I know." Arthur entered the abandoned nursing station. He laid the brunette down on one of the cots. "I'll teach you, and we'll be happy. You'll never leave me." The strawberry blonde said, leaning in. He brushed his pink lips against the younger's chapped lips. "Not again." He kissed him tenderly. Off in the distance a piercing scream could be heard echoing off the walls as terrible sight was discovered. Though, that hardly concerned Arthur at the moment as he settled himself on the cot next to Alfred and leaning his flushed face against the others strong, broad chest. "Good night, dear."

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