"Al..!"

Alfred groaned and shifted his weight uncomfortably on something firm yet adjustable when he let his back relax.

"Alfr...!"

What was that? Was someone trying to call his name? His ears were numb and sounds were coming in weak as though the world were put on hush. He rolled his head back and forth to shake away the false sounds he thought to be hearing. A hand was placed against his cheek and he shivered at the touch chilling touch.

"Wake up...!"

Alfred weakly started to open his blue eyes to see a blurry image of a face floating over him. They seemed to smile down at him before he felt arms wrap around his shoulders tightly.

"Oh thank god you're alright, Al!" The arms pulled away and he was then able to see somewhat clearly who was hovering above him. "I'm so sorry for letting you go! I couldn't hold on to you because of the strong wind! Oh god it's all my fault that you got lost!"

Alfred squinted his eyes and saw Matthew leaning over him on the verge of tears. What was he going on about? He lost him?

"Matt?" He whispered, then tried to sit up but was hushed and carefully pushed back down. Where was he?

"It's okay now, Al. You're in the school." A hand swiped his blonde bangs from his forehead softly. "I'm so relieved your safe now."

Alfred turned his head away to scan the room where he was laid. The walls were all white with posters of the human body and its parts labeled were hung in different spots. In the corner was a sink station with shelves full of jars and bottles of medicine neatly lined up in odd different colors.

"I'm in the medic room?" He pondered. "W-Why am I in the-" he tried sitting up again but his twin put his hands on his shoulders and set him back down.

"You don't remember?" Matthew asked confused and slightly astonished.

Alfred studied his face and just shook his head absently. Was there something he was supposed to recall? His head hurt like hell and his body was sore, but he'd been like that ever since he woke up after having that dream-

"The crows..." Alfred sat up again this time with no problem because Matthew wasn't able to catch him in time. He looked around hurriedly and started breathing heavily out of his mouth. He remembered. Finally he was able to remember the dream he had that night! The crows and running through the woods and the storm-! He paused at the thought. The storm that was happening now was the same as the one he dreamt about... and the crows... falling from the sky dying. It was all happening, but how?

Matthew jumped back in shock, startled but the sudden movement and attempted to calm his brother down. He set his hand on the others chest and felt his heart thudding from under the skin.

"Matt!" He pleaded and he looked up. "T-The crows are dying and the s-storm and-!"

"Wow, calm down there! What in the world are you going on about? Crows dying and this storm-" he shook his head confused to what his brother was suddenly going on about. "What are you talking about?" It all sounded ridiculous to him.

Alfred closed his eyes and remembered the image of the man with long black wings on the ground bleeding to his death. His heart ached for the man and his slow fateful demise. It all felt too real and the way that man looked at him. Those sapphire eyes...

Alfred didn't respond so Matthew shook him slightly to snap him out of it. "Al... What do the crows have to do with the storm?"

Just then the door clinked behind them and the schools medic walked in with his long white doctors coat following behind him. Before Alfred could respond to the question, another's voice filled the room and Alfred felt his dream start to fade that instant.

"Ah, my apologies. I hope I'm not intruding on you two?" The voice was as slick, but in a slimy way, yet it was oddly sensual to the ears. It made the horror filled nightmare slip away and become nothing but misplaced idea. Alfred tried his best to hold on to the image of the man's face in his head but they were slipping away.

Matthew turned to the medic and smiled politely in return like a respectful student that he was. "No, we were just making small talk." He then motioned to the other blonde next to him. "Alfred has finally woken up but I think he will need some more rest. He might have hit his head out there." Alfred shot his brother a sharp glare while his head was turned away. Did his own twin not believe what he was trying to tell him then?

The medic set his briefcase down on his desk and loosened his neat tie. His green eyes glanced across the room to Matthew briefly then to Alfred who looked horribly frustrated as he glared at his twin. He corner of his lips twitched upwards at the amusing sight. "Well it's a good thing that I've arrived to check up on him." The smile never faltered from his lips as he strode over to the side of the bed where Alfred was sitting upright. "How are you feeling, Alfred? Is your head still sore?"

Alfred looked up at the tall slim medic and caught his breath when he stared into the man's toxic colored eyes. "Who are you?" He muttered, lost in the green pools.

The man chuckled and kneeled down so he was at the same level as the boys. "Forgive me for not properly introducing myself." He stuck one of his gloved hands out in the young Americans direction. "I'm the schools new assigned medic, Dr. Arthur Kirkland." He flashed a white smile after his introduction like he'd rehearsed the line a thousand times to himself.

Alfred just stared at the man for a while more before reaching out and placing his smaller hand into the others, who eagerly collapsed his fingers around his. "I'm Alfred..." He mumbled, shivering as the handshake lingered on longer than any normal one should.

Dr. Kirkland chuckled then finally let go of his hand and stood up to tower over him. "Yes, I know very well of who you are, Mr. Jones." He said in a low tone before turning and striding over to the cabinets full of bottles and faces away from the two students. Alfred stared a moment more in suspicion then turned to his brother who was also watching the doctor.

"How does he know who I am?" The American hissed lowly and glanced over at the man to assure he hasn't been heard.

Matthew just blinked at him. "He's the schools medic? Isn't that their job to know the students?"

"But he's new!"

"Then he learns fast!" He argued back, thinking his brother was over reacting to formal man. "Just let him help you out, Al. I'm still afraid something might had happened to you while you were out there wandering around." Matthew sighed and patted his brother's knee. "It's a miracle Dr. Kirkland found you and brought you back."

Alfred froze and looked back to the man who was pouring something red into a glass. "He's the one who found me?" He brought a hand up to rub his forehead, deeply confused. Why didn't he remember any of that?

"I suppose it makes sense you don't remember cause you were knocked out. I just wish you remembered how you got knocked out to begin with" he signed sadly at his twin then stood up from the little twin sized patients bed.

Alfred grabbed hold of his brother's pants, nervous of him leaving him all alone with the man who said to have rescued him. Matthew seemed to think he was a trust worthy guy but Alfred didn't feel the same. Something about the man was unnatural.

"Where are you going? You're not leaving me alone here, are you?"

Matthew shook his hand off and frowned at seeing his twin worrying. It was hard to leave him after everything he just went through. "I have to go to class, Al. We're in school, remember?"

"But what about the storm?"

"They said if it gets worse than they'll move us to the gym. I'll come find you then, promise." With that he grinned and waved goodbye before walking out the door and leaving Him alone in the medics room. Alfred watched his brother leave and something in his gut told him to follow after him, but his legs were too weak to be running again. Plus his head hurt like hell to even be moving around too fast without the room spinning.

"So your brother said something about you hitting you head?" Alfred snapped from his thoughts and turned his attention to Dr. Kirkland who walked over to the door and shut it slowly before locking it. The blonde gulped and moved back in his bed as the Dr. approached with a glass of something red in his hand.

"I-I don't remember actually what happened, but yeah, my head really hurts." He watched the older man sit on the side of his bed next to him. Far too close than what a normal school medic should he thought.

"You must have hit your head awfully hard when you fell then..." Dr. Kirkland reached out and skimmed his fingers along the Americans temple very softly. "It's a good thing it left no mark on that lovely face of yours." He grinned before letting his long fingers glide down Alfred face and stop right at the boys slightly parted lips.

Alfred watched as the man's pale fingers slid down his face and couldn't stop himself from blushing while doing so. Especially with the Dr. complimenting him on his looks. He looked up to see the glass that the man had been carrying before was now in front of his face. The liquid smelt horrible and looked as thick as the color it was, blood-red.

Alfred swallowed and looked back up at the man whose green eyes were boring down into his anxiously. "What is this?"

"Medicine of course. What else would it be?" He chuckled and smiled when Alfred took hold of the glass and brought it up to his lips.

"Drink it all if you wish to feel better, lad. I swear my positions work like no other." His green eyes lit happily when Alfred finally started to slug down the whole glass, even though with a face full of disgust.

He coughed when done and shoved the glass back in Dr. Kirkland's hands that took the glass and set it somewhere aside. Alfred watched the man and expected him to get up and return to his desk but he didn't and just continued to sit next to him comfortably.

Confused that he probably expected something of him, Alfred opened his mouth to speak but his words failed him and nothing worth of making sense came out. He tried again but only got out a heavy sigh.

"So Alfred..." Dr. Kirkland's voice changed somehow from suave and warm, to chilling and compelling. Even his accent changed to someone who would be from England. Has he always had that English accent when Matthew was still here? He'd have to ask him later.

"This storm we're having is quite something extraordinary, don't you think?" He continued on and watched as the young blonde tried to speak but only fail again. He then began to wobble so the doctor gently laid the boy back onto the mattress, carefully resting his blonde head into the plush pillow.

"All my time here, I've never seen anything like it. For example; the build up of enormous dark clouds seemingly out of nowhere, horrid black birds falling from the sky," he paused and brought his hand up to brush away the strands of loose blonde hair on Alfred's head while adoring the youngers facial features momentarily. "And in a way, it all seems somewhat familiar, don't you think? Like maybe you've seen it before but in a dream-no... a nightmare." He cooed darkly.

Alfred's breathing was slow and calm as though he lay there sleeping. He couldn't control his body anymore. His voice was absent and his strength was all but drained to where he could only move his fingers. And even that took a lot of effort. He was completely helpless and could only lay and listen to the Englishman rant on about the storm and it's relations to his dream. But how did he know all of this? Could he have been listening in on him and Matthew when they thought to be alone?

Dr. Kirkland sharply stood from the bed and started pacing the room with his arms folded behind his white-coated back. "I was starting to think that I was at the wrong school. Months I had waited for that beast to release his storm and come for the chosen one." He growled and gripped his hands more tightly. "Months I had spent looking for the chosen one in this dreadful of a world where we knew he was to be born! I was starting to give up hope untill this morning I saw the clouds and heard the crows and knew atlas my search was over!" Dr. Kirkland stopped his pacing and turned his toxic eyes on Alfred who lay helplessly in the bed staring up at him.

"Then all I needed to complete my hunt was for that fool to give you away..." He grinned and slowly started walking back towards the bed and watched the fear in the young fill the boys eyes with each step.

"The reason you got lost in the storm wasn't you or your brothers fault... He was trying to pull you away. Somewhere far away where he could retrieve you out of the public eye and from mine." The Englishman sat down again next to Alfred and cupped the boys heated face admiringly. "Too bad for him that I am always watching...and now I win." He grinned and his eyes started to glow in color.

On the inside Alfred was kicking and screaming to escape the man but on the outside he was as still as a doll. Stuck in the clutches of a man who said was from another world and was looking for him-no, hunting him. He had to escape...but how with his body as limp and weak from whatever was in the medicine?

Just then the schools emergency alarms started to sound and the lights near the alarm flashed red on and off repeatedly. The overhead lights cut off and the room turned pitch black with the red lights lighting it up every other second.

Dr. Kirkland beard his teeth and growled. "He knows I have you..."

Next thing Alfred knew he was being picked up bridal style into the man's arms and carried off towards the door. He looked up and saw how angry and determined the man was to do whatever he had planned next. All Alfred could do was wish for him not to be dropped, and for Matthew to come back for him like he had promised.

AN: Does anybody else have to click on the A+ a bunch of times to enlarge the words when reading on the desktop/laptop? I 95% of the time read FF on my phone so whenever I read something on the computer it really strains my eyes. Eh maybe just me.