~Hours later~
Matthew finally found a way to go to sleep but not too long after, Kumajiro got up and ran out the room growling loudly. Matthew got up startled. Kumajiro was usually so quiet, what got gotten into him?
Fear suddenly shot through Matthew.
No… there was no way they could have found them so quickly! They all had been so careful. So so careful, who could have found them?
He quickly got up. He thought about waking the others and decided against it. If they found them this quickly, there was no way that they could have assembled anyone good enough in that short amount of time. It had been less then twelve hours for Christ sake! If he was right, he could handle these fuckers on his own. He quickly got up and took a two twin pistols from his pockets.
He slowly walked towards the door slowly and he suddenly heard a knocking. There was defiantly someone there, no doubt about it. He took a deep intake of breath and quickly opened the door ready to shoot. What he saw shocked him and caused him to drop the guns making them go off. Good thing they went off in the air and didn't hurt anyone.
There was Alfred, hunched over and holding his side. There was a smile on his face but he was obviously in pain.
Tears rushed to Matthew's eyes at the sight of his brother. He was so happy to see him, so unbelievably happy to see him. His calm cool and collected act simply melted at the sight of his brother. "A-Alfred." He said quietly as he grabbed Alfred's hand and pulled him inside quickly. "H-Hang in their Alfred alright? I'm going to fix you up in no time." He said sitting him down in a chair and reaching for the first aid kit he left on the couch from earlier that night.
Alfred smiled at Matthew, noticing his tears. "Ha, sorry for the trouble Mattie." He said quietly as he took off his jacket and his shirt so Matthew could get a good look at it.
Matthew smiled at him. "What are you talking about you idiot? I'm just glad you're okay." He muttered as he looked at the wound. It was a burn mark, probably one he received during the explosion. Most of it had scabbed but right in the middle it was bleeding. It probably opened up due to all the movement Alfred must have been doing to get here. After all he did live the farthest from the spot. Plus being injured and in pain it must have been much harder to hijack a car and move around. Also as to not alarm anyone he would have had to take all the back ways. It would defiantly explain why it took him so long to get here.
At this moment, Francis and Arthur came running out their rooms both holding guns.
"Matthieu, are you okay?" Francis asked worriedly as he turned on the light which Matthew had forgotten to do.
Arthur looked at Matthew worriedly before he noticed Alfred sitting in the chair. His eyes widened. "A-Alfred?" He said quietly.
Alfred gave a small smile. "Ha, hey guys. Sorry I'm late." He said quietly.
Arthur was damn near crying trying so hard not to spill tears in front of him. He put his arm over his eyes and began to cry a bit into his arm. "You fucking idiot! Do you understand how worried we were about you? Do you!" He yelled angrily. He would have punched the American in the face if he wasn't injured.
Francis smiled. "What he means to say Alfred is that it's great to see you."
Alfred gave a weak laugh. "I missed you all too." He said grinning.
"Hold still please." Matthew said as he took a cloth and put alcohol. "Alfred, I'm not going to lie to you. With the condition of your wound, this will hurt. A lot." He said warning him. Alfred shrugged. "I figured as much, just get it over with please." He said. Matthew nodded and applies the alcohol drenched cloth against the burn mark making Alfred wince, though he didn't say anything. He finished cleaning it and then grabbed dry piece of cloth pressing against the damaged area hard in hope to stop the bleeding. It stopped after a few minutes or so. "Arthur, throw this out please." He said giving him the bloody piece of cloth.
"Ah… yeah." Arthur said grabbing it before leaving to throw it in the garbage.
Matthew grabbed the bandaged in the first aid kit. "Sit up straight please Alfred." Alfred did so. "Thank you." Matthew unrolled the bandages and began to wrap it around his waist tightly. And applies some clips to keep it in place and smiled it his work. "Perfect, good as new." He said.
Alfred grinned. "Thanks a bunch Mattie." He said truly grateful to his brother.
Matthew simply smiled. "Anytime." He said quietly as he got up to go wash his hands.
Alfred struggled to get out the chair but with the help of Francis he made it. He gave Francis a quick thank you who simply shrugged it off. When Arthur and Matthew came back he looked at them. "Alright I understand that it's really early and everything but it would be best to discuss what to do now." He said seriously.
Arthur frowned. "Are you sure? I mean we are fine but shouldn't you get some sleep or something?" He asked him.
Alfred shook his head and gave Arthur a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine, trust me. It's bad enough that thanks to me we were set back a couple of hours. Now if you will please sit down." He said. He was showing the mature and serious side of him, one that was rarely seen and one that only the three in the room have seen.
Francis smiled, this was his favorite side of the American so whenever he was like this he showed no complaints. "Understood Alfred." He said as he went to sit down, Arthur following reluctantly.
Matthew grabbed a shirt that he had bought just for Alfred and tossed it towards him. "Here."
Alfred grinned and put the shirt on, as well as his jacket. "Thanks Mattie." He said.
Matthew nodded and walked over to the couch sitting down in between Francis and Arthur.
Alfred stood on front of them a serious look coming upon his usual smiling and happy face. "…Before we begin, we all understand why we are in this predicament, right?" He asked.
Everyone in the room grew silent, giving a small nod as the remembered the past.
Eight years ago the four of them were recruited as potential hitmen by a source they could never speak about today. They were trained brutally, but became friends with each other and never gave up. They could still remember the first time they all met today.
~FF~
"FUCK THIS SHIT!" Alfred yelled kicking a nearby bed angrily.
His brother Matthew was looking at him with a frown. "Please Alfred, what if someone hears you?" He said worried about his brother's safety. He saw what happened to people who defied the system, and nothing good ever came out of it. He didn't want to see his brother go through that.
But of course, Alfred didn't listen. "Fuck it, I don't care if they hear me, they can do whatever they want. This is a serious case of bullshit." He said angrily as he turned to Matthew. "This is no place for anyone, especially not you Mattie." He said frowning. He was deeply worried about his brother. His shy and meek personality wouldn't last long here if he didn't shape up, and both of them knew that. Hell, everyone was able to see it after the first couple of days. Whenever the guards tried to rough Matthew up a bit Alfred always took it upon himself to do something stupid so they would be distracted by him and would leave his brother alone. Everyone thought he was an idiot at first. However once they caught on they still thought he was an idiot, but an idiot for a good reason. That's why within only a few months Alfred had many scares on his body. Sure they would go way in time but large marks would always be there. Alfred didn't care, but Matthew felt terrible every single time.
Matthew looked down at this statement, looking as if he was about to cry. "A-Alfred… I'm sorry." He said sniffling. "I'm so so sorry…" He muttered.
Alfred put his hands up feeling bad now. "H-Hey Mattie! Come on don't cry okay? Big boys don't cry!" He said shooting him a smile.
Matthew nodded and whipped his face. "Y-Yeah." He muttered quietly. He looked up at Alfred who currently had his shirt off. He stared at the scars on his body. One of the fresher ones which was just under his right bicep went from the middle of his chest all the way to his right side. It wasn't deep, just a cut bad enough to leave a whelp. Still, Matthew felt extremely bad. Alfred, feeling his gaze felt slightly embarrassed. "Hahaha, don't stare at me like that Mattie!" He said looking away. "The point is, we have to get you out of here bro!" He said completely serious.
Matthew's eyes widened at this. "Alfred you know we can't do that! It's impossible." He said quietly.
Alfred grinned. "Nothing is impossible for the hero of the world! This place is a complete dump!" He said loudly as he began laughing his trademark laugh.
"Shhhh Alfred!"
"You should listen to your brother, American."
The turned their head to see a man with blonde shoulder length wavy hair smoking a cigarette. He had a slightly stubbly chin and looked older than he probably was. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and let out a puff of smoke, staring at the two the whole time.
Alfred crossed his arm stubbornly. "Who the hell are you? I think I was talking to my brother thank you very much." He said sending the man a glare.
The man put his hands up in defense, signaling that he didn't mean any harm. "I'm just saying, you are being very loud, anyone could hear you. Wouldn't want you getting hurt now. Good thing there aren't too many guards hanging outside at the moment or you would have gotten caught and thrown in Isolation for sure." He said as he tapped the cigarette putting some ash on the floor. He put the cigarette back in his mouth.
Matthew noticed that the man had a strong French accent, did they import him all the way here from France? Seems like a lot of work to bring someone all the way from France to America, what kind of place was this exactly?
Alfred stared at the Frenchman for a minute, not trusting him.
The man sighed but then gave a smile. "You're Alfred right?" He said pointing to him. "And that's your brother, Matthew." He said glancing at the Canadian.
"Yeah, what about it?" Alfred asked raising an eyebrow.
The man took one last puff before putting the cigarette out and flicking it outside somewhere. "Let me introduce myself. I am Francis Bonnefoy, it's not to meet you." He said with a smile. "You two are rather famous around here?" He said.
Alfred tilted his head. "Famous? Famous how?"
"You know," Francis said looking around for anyone who could be listening. He walked inside a bit more closing the door behind him, "a brother protecting another in a harsh and terrible situation like the one we are in. One brother taking all the blows, all the falls, all the pain." He said looking at Alfred as he said this. His eyes then wondered to Matthew. "And the other one simply doing nothing, watching the other suffer."
Matthew looked down at this and Alfred stood in between Francis and Matthew "Hey, don't talk to him like that!" He yelled.
Matthew shook his head. "No, he's right Alfred… I… I am…" He started. He looked like he was going to start crying and Alfred quickly turned towards him. "A-Ah! Matthew! Come on it'll be okay! I'm sure Francis didn't mean anything by it!" He said quickly.
Francis was about to say something when he was interrupted.
"FROG!" And angry man yelled as the door flew open angrily. By the accent Alfred and Matthew could tell he was British. The man walked over to Francis and smacked him in the face.
"YOU FUCKING FROG! YOUR SUPPOSE TO BE HELPING ME MOVE THESE BLOODY BOXES YOU GIT! THIS SHIT IS SO FUCKING HEAVY IT'S ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO LIFT! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO IT MYSELF! STOP SLACKING OFF AND DO YOUR WORK YOU LAZY ARSE!"
"Arthur…"
"WHAT!"
Francis pointed towards Alfred and Matthew who were staring at the man who was supposedly called Arthur like he was crazy.
Arthur, looked at them for a moment before his face turned a slight pink color from embarrassment. "O-Oh… I… I'm so sorry for my rudeness, please excuse me." He muttered quietly.
Alfred blinked at Arthur for a moment and laughed at him. "And I thought I was loud!" He said making Arthur's face turn even darker. "Don't worry, bro, it's cool."
Arthur nodded quickly. "Uh yeah… cool." He muttered looking up at the American. He blinked slightly noticing he wasn't wearing a shirt and stared. Alfred didn't really notice though.
Francis sighed. "As for the boxes, I am to beautiful to be performing heavy lifting. What if I cut my face?" He said dramatically. The Brit would have glared at him but he was too busy staring at the American's bare chest. Francis noticed this and smirked. "Though, Alfred here looks very strong with those many muscles on his body." He said making Arthur's face turn a slight pink color. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you Arthur, would you Alfred?" He asked.
Alfred turned to Matthew for a moment who gave him a reassuring smile signaling it was alright to leave him alone. "Well, if Arthur needs help I suppose I can. I'm pretty good at lifting heavy objects." He said as he looked at Arthur and smiled. "It is Arthur, right?"
Arthur nodded, now looking at his eyes, a pink color on his cheek. "Yeah, it is. And your name is-"
"Alfred."
"Right…"
Alfred smiled. "Well, let me get a shirt on and we can get going!" He said as he walked over to his bed grabbing a shirt that was on it and putting it on. He noticed Arthur stare and smiled. "Dude, you okay?" He asked.
Arthur's face turned red. "I-I'm fine you git! Come on and hurry your lazy arse up so we can get this over with!" He yelled quickly leaving.
Alfred blinked. "Hey wait up Artie!" He yelled following him.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
And they were gone, leaving only Matthew and Francis there. Francis walked over and sat down beside him on the bed. "You have a nice brother, though he seems to be a bit of an airhead." Francis said with a chuckle.
Matthew smiled at this. "Yeah, he is really amazing, he always looks out for me."
Francis smiled. "So you care for him a lot, correct?"
"Of course I do."
Francis leaned back on his hand a bit. "Then I won't sugar coat this for you." He said. "If you continue to act so weak you will be the death of your brother, literally. They don't take to kindly to people stepping out of line and for your sake Alfred has been doing that constantly. The only reason he isn't dead already is because they are trying to give you a chance to show what you are made of." He said simply. Matthew looked at him sadly, as if hoping what he was saying wasn't true. "I know your type. All your life you've been doing nothing but living under your brother's shadow. He has been the most popular or the coolest guy in your school and then there was you. The completely invisible one that no one even knew about. Even though you two look similar, no one would have guessed you two were related. You hated it so much, how much your brother was loved and admired. You wanted to be noticed." He said as he glanced at Matthew. "So, you took your frustrations out on Alfred. You told him how you really felt and every since then he has always been watching over you, taking care of you as if you were his little brother, or a baby really. Then you began to take advantage of that."
"No…"
"You always played the weaker person so Alfred would pay attention to only you, so he wouldn't be able to hang out with friends anymore, so it would all just be about you two."
"You're wrong."
"You dragged him into your world of loneliness, just so you could feel better about yourself."
"That's not true!"
"You made it so it was only about you two. The thought that he cared so much for you, you used and manipulated it for your own gain."
"SHUT UP!" Matthew yelled and through a pillow at the Frenchman, getting up from the bed and looking at him. He was crying. "You're wrong you're wrong you're fucking wrong! I never did anything like that! I never thought of that! I love my brother! I admired him and even if people didn't know who I was, I was just happy to be called his brother! Yes I was alone, yes I had no friends but I never EVER used him for something like that!" He yelled grabbing another pillow and throwing it at him. "Our mother wanted me to be like Alfred, our father wanted me to be like Alfred, hell even my fucking step-father wanted me to be like my fucking brother and it wasn't even his damn child! 'Oh Alfred is so amazing' 'Oh Matthew what have you done with your life?' 'Oh Matthew why can't you be like your brother?' Every fucking day I had to listen to that shit! And it pissed me the fuck off! And yes, I was happy when he looked at me and paid attention every once in a while! And yes I did feel fucking great when I was the center of his damn life! Having the person you admire most look out for you and care for you, how could I not be fucking happy! I admit it, I did feel those feelings!" He yelled angrily glaring darkly at the Frenchman. It was as if all the emotions he had felt all his damn life came out at once. He calmed down a bit but continued to glare at the Frenchman.
"But not once, not fucking once have I ever wanted that." He said quietly. "I never wanted to be like Alfred, I never wanted for him to take care of me, I never wanted any of that." He said quietly wiping the tears from his face. "The only thing that I wanted was to watch him. I know it sounds creepy and stuff but it's all I wanted. I wanted to see what kind of guy he would be. I had accepted that I would never be anything great a long long time ago. It's not that I couldn't get noticed, it's that I never wanted to be. I had no dreams, no goals for life, I never had anything." He said as he sniffled a bit. "But Alfred… he would share his dreams with me, and every time he did he seemed so happy and so at peace. I admired that he had what I didn't. If I could just sit there and listen to him talk like that forever I would have. I wanted to see all his dreams come true. I had no friends, none of my family cared for me except for Alfred. He was the only thing I had, but I have never every tried to use him for my own personal gain." He said. By the end of his speech he was breathing heavily as if he had just ran a whole marathon.
Francis wasn't at all shocked by the outburst. If anything, he was impressed. "Then prove it." He said simply.
Matthew stopped glaring at him for a moment, a look of confusion being places upon his tear stricken face. "What?"
Francis shrugged. "If your brother means that much to you, prove it. Show him and everyone else in this hell hole what you are made of." He said simply.
Matthew stared at Francis as if he had just turned on the lights in his dark clouded mind. That's when Alfred and Arthur walked back in. They looked like they had been having fun. "Hey we're back!" Alfred said with a grin. However his grin fell when he saw the tears on Matthew's face. "Hey Frenchie! What did you do to my bro!" He asked glaring at him.
Matthew smiled at Alfred and whipped his face. "Alfred I'm fine, thank you for worrying though." He said honestly.
Alfred looked at Matthew for a moment. "Well if you say so…" He said quietly.
Arthur cleared his throat. "It's almost curfew time, meaning we need to get back to our cabin." He said as he looked at Alfred. "Um, I'll see you around I guess?"
Alfred grinned. "Of course Artie!" He said happily.
Arthur twitched at the nickname but didn't correct him this time. "Come on frog, let's go." He said as he walked out the Cabin.
Francis smiled. "But of course. I'll see you later Alfred, Mathieu." He said using the French version of Matthew's name for the very first time as he left the cabin.
Alfred watched them leave and looked at Matthew for a moment. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked worriedly.
Matthew nodded. "I am fine Alfred. But… can I ask you to do me a favor?"
"Of course bro!"
"Don't take the fall for me anymore." Matthew said as he walked over to his bed.
Alfred looked at Matthew curiously. "What?"
Matthew looked at him and smiled. "I want to be able to get through this by myself and stand on my own two feet without help. I know I can do it, I just have to try really hard." He said as he placed confidence in himself. "I want to be able to fight and be brave like you." He said quietly, feeling embarrassed for saying something he had kept private for such a long time.
Alfred looked at Matthew for a moment before grinning. "Matthew, you have no idea how brave you really are." He said to himself.
"What?" Matthew asked not really hearing his brother.
Alfred shook his head. "Nothing." He said walking over to his own bed and lying down. "Alright then Mattie, I shall do that favor for you, as long as you know what you're doing." He said simply.
Matthew smiled brightly this as he laid down as well. "I do know, thank you Alfred. Good night."
"Goodnight bro."
~End FF~
Not only was that the start of a new side of Matthew that he didn't even know existed, but it was also the start of a beautiful friendship between all four of them. It was wonderful really. Ever since then it seemed that they had always been placed on the same team or the same ranks. Maybe it was because they didn't really get along with others. However whenever the four of them were together they always watched each other's backs.
Arthur had his way with older weapons, which Francis usually make fun of him, calling him an old man. He was great with things such as swords and knives. He also had his obsession with magic that everyone usually found a little weird except for Francis, Matthew and Alfred, which was probably another reason why he didn't get along with others. He liked to play dirty and was very good at setting traps.
Francis was a fan of bigger guns. He didn't have that good of an aim so those that had rapid fire were better for him. He was a great manipulator and could easily get inside someone's mind in an interrogation which would really help if they had been captured and they needed to get out in the least messy way possible. He was also very good at strategies.
Matthew had great hand eye coordination. He knew all the vital points in the body, so naturally he was given the job of sniper. He was also very aware of many different types of medicines and healing remedies.
Alfred ended up being the leader of the group. When he needed to be he could be very serious and was very well rounded. He was great when it came to hand to hand combat. He also loved guns, making him a bit trigger happy but he had decent aim so it didn't really matter. He was also skilled when it came to computers. You needed a hacker? A fake ID? He was your guy. He had many skills, but that wasn't what made him the leader. It was his personality. He knew how to keep everyone in high spirits even when times were really bad. Not to mention his hero like attitude. He refused to leave a comrade behind no matter what and would go into a fight head first if he needed too. It wasn't because he was an idiot, It was actually because he was incredibly smart. His first priority was to keep everyone safe. However, if logic got in the way of that, he had the capability of completely blocking it out as well as common sense. He had enough confidence in his abilities to do so and would convince himself that 'everything would be alright' even if he wasn't sure. That kind of attitude was what made him a leader.
After one year at the training facility, they were known as the best of the best out of everyone there, they had fought their way to the top using teamwork, and many people took notice. They were hired by a company, the four of them, and worked with them for two years as hitmen, taking down anyone they were assigned to. However after that accident… after that fateful accident, they had to quit.
What was the accident? Well they did the one thing that hitmen were never ever suppose to do.
They questioned their boss.
Their boss you see had asked them to kill someone, three people actually.
Of course that was their job, so it shouldn't have bothered them, right?
The problem was who he wanted them to kill.
~FF~
"So who's the target today boss?"Alfred asked with a grin. Matthew, Francis and Arthur were in the room as well.
Their boss smiled. "Heh, eager as ever Alfred." He said with a small chuckle as he opened up a drawer and took out a yellow folder. "Here are your new targets, you know the drill. Take this, read it over, kill the targets and then report back to me." He said.
Alfred grinned. "You got it boss!" He said as he left the room with a smile, the three others following him out.
Once out in the hallway, Arthur turned towards to American. "So git, what's the job this time?" He asked.
Alfred pouted at the British term as he opened up the folder and looked through it. He was quiet for a bit before a strange look came upon his face, one of confusion and worry. This caused Matthew to speak up. "Alfred, are you okay?" He asked curiously.
"Eh?" Alfred muttered looking up, obviously not paying attention.
"He asked if you were alright." The French man clarified. "Err...yeah." He muttered quietly. Arthur quickly took the folder from the American making him frown. "Hey!" Alfred said but Arthur ignored him. "The targets are Ivan Braginski, Yekaterina Braginskaya and Natalia Arlovskaya, what kind of names are those?" He muttered quietly.
Francis grabbed the folder from the British man glancing over it. "They seem to be Russian." He muttered thoughtfully. Matthew smiled at this. "Like our boss." "Yes like our boss." Francis continued to look over the papers. "Huh, there's not much information on them. Their parents iinfo has been removed as well as their background. Really, all that's here is their date of birth, names, gender and age." He said as He continued to look. "It says here that Ivan is 19, the same age as Alfred and Mathieu." He noticed. "Natalia is 13 years old, and Yekaterina is 24 years old." Francis finished.
Arthur blinked for a moment. "Wait, excluding Yekaterina, we are practically killing kids." "Hey!" Alfred said, but he was ignored. "I don't want to sound like a wuss but is anyone slightly irked by that?" Arthur asked.
Matthew nodded in agreement. "I am too." He muttered. "I mean, he has never told us to do something like this before…"
Francis sighed. "I know but what can we do? It's not like we can exactly say no, we'd be as dead as the boss wants those children to be." He muttered. "Just pretend that their adults alright? As if you never even so the profile."
"I can't believe we are sinking this low…" Arthur muttered quietly but got his weapons ready anyway. Matthew frowned but got ready as well. After all they would probably make him handle this to make it as quick and painless as possible, but was he really ready to do this…?
Alfred wasn't, and it showed on his face. But he wasn't ready because he didn't want to kill children, oh no. Sure, it was defiantly part of it but there was something else entirely that the man was able to pick up on. He couldn't let it go no matter how much he tried so he took the folder away from Francis and walked back into the room.
"Alfred? What are you doing?" Francis asked.
"I'll be back soon, don't follow me." He said walking into the boss's office. The three of the exchanged worried glanced but did as they were told and stayed put.
Once inside the room the boss smiled at him. "Oh Alfred back so soon? What, do you have questions for me?" He asked
Alfred slammed the folder along with the papers down on his desk making the boss look at him with his eyebrow raised. "Something the matter?"
Alfred was quiet for a moment. He was looking down at the papers, refusing to look at his boss as some of his hair went down onto his face. "Boss just tell me the truth…" He said quietly. "These… are your children, aren't they?" He asked.
The room was extremely silent before the boss spoke up. "How did you know?" He asked truly interesting as to how the American was able to figure it out. "A couple of things set it off in my mind." Alfred began. "First when I looked at the pictures, I remembered that they looked similar to you and the picture you showed us of you when you were younger about 8 months ago. Next, Francis was able to tell that they were Russian by their names, and Matthew reminded us that you were Russian as well. But the biggest thing I remembered was that up until a year ago you had a picture of you and your kids all they was in the back corner on the wall on the left."
The boss was quiet for a moment before he began to chuckle and clap for the American. "Bravo bravo Alfred! I really can't slip anything past you, can I?" He said as he smiled. "So what if they are my children? The job still must be done anyway. Chop chop American and come back when you're done." He said simply.
"No."
"What?"
"I said no. I'm not doing this job for you." Alfred said pushing the papers towards his boss. "We're not doing this job for you." He said simply.
The boss chuckled and bought his men in. "Really? Because my boys say you will. Unless you feel like dying today." He said shrugging his shoulders. The men all pointed their guns at Alfred who simply gave a small chuckle. "How long do you guys plan on listening in at the door?" He asked allowed, which caused the door to enter and a smirking Francis with an AK-47 to come into the room moving to the right. "We just wanted to make a dramatic entrance is all." He said chuckling as he pointed his gun from the hip at a group of the boss' men.
Arthur walked in as well moving to the left. "Tch, idiot. We can't let you out of our sight for one second can we?" He asked rolling his eyes holding an old Revolver in his hand. Pointing it to your left.
Matthew came in afterwards moving closer to his brother. "Yeah well, let's get this over with eh?" He said holding two pistols in both of his hands.
The boss chuckled. "Ah the gang's all here! Well then, I'll give you to the count of three, to take this paperwork, get out of here and do this job. Ready? One…"
The guards got their guns ready.
"Two..."
Alfred wasn't even going to wait for three. He snapped his fingers and Arthur turned off the lights.
Shots ran out and screams of pain. Then silence. The lights were turned on and Francis, Alfred, Matthew and Arthur stood there with a few scratches while all of the bosses med stood there either dead, or too injured to get up. And Francis well…he finished off anyone that was still moving. The boss stood their slightly shocked, slightly impressed. He gave a very small chuckle and clapped. "Nice job boys nice job. I always knew that you had it in you, I'm greatly impressed." He said simply.
Alfred sighed a bit and took out the gun he had hidden in his pants and pointed it at his boss. There was nothing else that could be done. After all if they let him live, he would surely send others after them out of spite, and he couldn't let that happen.
The boss simply chuckled. "Well then, we had a good time running didn't we boys? But remember, this isn't the end. Because once you kill me years from now there will be someone to take my place. And trust me, they will come after you as well." He said a smile on his face.
Alfred scoffed. "Save it." He said and just like that he pulled the trigger, shooting him in the head.
They quickly went to pack up their stuff and leave. They didn't have a plan, but they easily made one up. They would live together until they got decent jobs to work at. After all, being a hitman paid a lot of money so each of them had a fair stash of cash hidden away in the bank, all they really need was a job to keep them in stable condition and to make them look somewhat 'normal'. So they rented a big apartment together and began looking.
They stayed like that for six months and right before the day they were all about to move out and go to their new homes they received a letter from someone. They didn't know who though.
"Dear Acquaintances,
Allow me to congratulate you for killing the boss of the most famous hit man organization in the world. One that everyone knows about, but also no one knows about.
To congratulate you how about we all play a game together? A complex game of life and death. I must get everything prepared so it could take years from now, but when the time comes trust me, you'll know it.
Podgotovka k kontsu, kotyata."
"What the hell is this bollocks?" Arthur said glaring.
Matthew blinked. "It looks like a death threat…" He muttered holding Kumajiro in his hands.
Francis held onto the letter in his hands. "Alfred, will you be able to translate this through the computer-"
"Already on it." He said as he bought up a screen on the laptop. "It says, 'preparing for the end, kittens' or something like that."
Arthur blinked. "…Did this git call us kittens?" He muttered quietly.
Francis sighed, ignoring Arthur. "It looks like we are being threatened my friends. But no big deal, right? Look let's finishing moving. When we all get comfortable and cozy in our homes we will talk more about this together, maybe perform a little research on our own." He said simply. "Agreed?"
"Agreed." The three of them said as the continued to pack up and move their stuff.
~end FF~
And that's just what the did. After a month or so once everyone got settled in they did some research and met together. They had barely any leads only that someone was out to get revenge against them, someone who was close the boss. As time went on they continued to get threatening letters sent to all of their houses. Then thanks to some… er… illegal sources they were able to find out who was the new owner of the organization.
Ivan Braginski.
Alongside his sisters, Yekaterina and Natalia.
Of course, it was completely obvious.
A son trying to avenge his father's death, how typical. Well, now all they could do was wait and prepare themselves for when the day came.
And the twisted game that Ivan was playing was just getting started.
However Ivan was underestimating the players in this game, and the four of them would not allow themselves to underestimate Ivan. They expected the very worse, the expected fowl play and they were ready for it.
And this was why they were here, this is the final job they needed to finish.
Couldn't be to hard right?
"Perfect." Alfred said. "Since we all know why we are here we can start getting ready, right?" He said. "Arthur, hand me that itouch in the table next to you." Arthur nodded and picked up the itouch, tossing it to the American who caught it with ease. "Thanks." He said as he began to search through it. "I already have your next location planned out, but we need to move quickly. I have a bad feeling that they already know where we are, you guys ready?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Oui." "As ready as I'll ever be…" "Lead the way brother."
Alfred smirked. "Alright guys, pack up, this is going to be a long drive."
They four of them dispersed and went to pack up as many weapons, ammunition and food as they could. They were almost done after fifteen minutes when Alfred looked outside. "Guys wrap it up! We have company."
Matthew came out holding a couple backpacks and some guns. "What already?" He said, surprised.
Alfred nodded. "Come on, we'll have to make a run for it and steal a car along the way." He said. "Francis! Arthur! You guys done yet?" He asked.
"Yeah, I just finished!" Arthur yelled coming out of his room. Francis came out of the kitchen. "Did you collect the laptops and everything Alfred?" "Yeah, I got it."
There was a loud banging at the door. "Open this door now before we break it down!" A loud Germany voice yelled. Alfred cursed. "Shit… out out out!" He hissed quietly sending everyone out the back. Luckily there were no henchmen there so they were able to make it out easily. They ran as fast as they could. They noticed a large blue 2009 Expedition in the parking lot of a nearby bar. It was unlocked thankfully so Francis and Matthew gave Arthur and Alfred their stuff and quickly jumped in Francis in the driver's seat and Matthew taking shotgun. Francis hotwired the car easily and once the engine was on Alfred and Arthur opened the trunk door and dumped everything inside. They then jumped into the back seat and used the GPS on the itouch to drive to their next destination.
Back at the hideout right as they jumped out the backdoor, the front door was broken down and men swarmed inside. A tough and well toned looking blonde man walked inside looking around. "Verdammt!" He cursed in German looking around with his blue eyes. The assholes had gotten away but no matter, he would find them. He got a call on his cell phone and he picked it up. "Hello?" "Did you find them?" "No Ivan, they escaped." "Well find them as soon as possible Ludwig. After all, they took your precious Feliciano, you must get them before it is too late! You wouldn't want them to hurt Feli now would you?" "No." "Then go after them and bring them to me." "Understood." "Oh and Ludwig?" "Yes?" "If you are faced with killing them, I want you to bring their leader to me, Alfred, alive. The other three can be dead for all I care." "…Understood." And with that the conversation was over.
"Alright everyone search the place! Give me any clues you find and make it quick! We don't have all day you maggots!" Ludwig yelled at them in a harsh tone. He wanted to make this quick, he needed to find them because when he did… Feliciano would be with them… right?
That's the end of this chapter. THANK YOU THANK YOU. This took me forever to write damn it. There are so many things I had to finish! GAHHH FF- SRDONSMDSGNDMDSFN
Alright I'm done spazing. I hope you enjoy this and in the next chapter, if I ever finish it that is, you will see another side to this story and why Ludwig believes the gang kidnapped Feliciano and what exactly happened to him. Until next time!