"Well well well, hello there Artie." The tall man crouched to look into the pirates eyes. His eyes were full of excitement, joy even. The Frenchmen had won, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

"How dose it feel Artie? the 'uncatchable' being behind bars, oh it must be humiliating for you. You've watched the rest of your crew walk to the gallows and you've seen their blood spill. Though, it would be nice to have you sentenced to the same fate, " Francis grabbed a tuff of the pirates hair so he could look him in the eyes and see him squirm, "No, I want you to be killed in the most grueling, painful, and humiliating way. You will be pleading to die a quick and easy death like your friends after what they do to you." Francis pulled Arthur so he could grab him by both of his hands and dig his dirty little nails into his arms, he wanted Arthur to pay for what he had done. Death in general was to kind for this monster. Francis just wished to hear him scream for mercy like the others had. To see Arthur reduced to utterly nothing. But something felt wrong, why wasn't Arthur fighting back right now? It would be no fun if he gave up already.

"Are you even listening?" Francis picked him up through the bars and chucked him to the other side of the cell, "You can't shut me out like you shut out the noise of the people you slaughtered! I'll always be here Artie! ALWASE!" The walls started to twist and turn as Francis grew larger and larger. He finally broke through the cell to clench Arthur in his hand and squeeze him till he spoke. If only he could, Arthur's mouth couldn't form words, it was like his lips were sewn together. He was helpless, all he could do was close his eyes and hope to tune this creature out.

When he opened his eyes he was in his bed again, safe. His mouth opened and closed and he could form words.

"Dammit." He huffed as he looked out the window. Across the street there was someone on a balcony, just watching the street below. It was nice to see without bars in the way.

Wait.

No bars. Arthur looked at the door.

No door.

There wasn't anything, only his bed and that desk that is bolted to the floor he tried to get up but.

"I'm cuffed... shit." Arthur hadn't been cuffed to his bed since he first came to the hospital. He yelled for help, maybe that fool Alfred would walk in and this would all be over. But only one person came.

His laugh echoed off the halls as he strolled into the room.

"You can't get rid of me that easy Artie."

Alfred was just stepped out of the elevator when he saw a Thy and Michelle rush by with five other doctors and nurses strait past him. A little out of the ordinary for this quiet little hospital.

Until he herd the screams.

Alfred picked up the pace to Arthurs room as he watched the group file in. What was going on? Was Arthur hurt? As he ran in he saw Arthur screaming at the ceiling. His eyes were open but something wasn't right. The others tried to check his heart rate and sooth him but he continued to scream and scream. Alfred felt helpless, was could he do? He finally pulled up a chair and waited for him to settle down. Until it dawned on him.

"Everyone move." Alfred pushed the doctors away who were touching him and shooed them out of the room. It was finally just him and Arthur, he dug under his bed and found the box of books he kept and decided to read a part from 'Hector and the Search for Happiness' Alfred was never strong reader, but this was all he could think to do.

"The higher he climbed the fewer people he saw. Finally, he was all alone,"

"all...alone..." Arthur has stopped screaming but kept looking at the ceiling and shaking. He seemed to be coming out of his dream but it was still very sketchy; he could fall right back into hysterias any second.

"Yup all alone, he was all alone on the road. The surrounding mountains were very beautiful, all green and with quite high peaks."

"Must be nice" The shaking stopped.

"Would you want to go there?"

"Yes... With you."

"With me?" Alfred chuckled.

"Yes, your not too bad. You can come with me."

Alfred shut the book and placed it on the desk by his bed.

"I'm honored."

Alfred decided to wait till Arthur closed his eyes and fell back to sleep. A small smile creped across Arthurs face once he was fast asleep.

"Must be a nice dream." Alfred chuckled as he left the room.

"All alone..." Arthur opened his eyes to a sight only seen in photos. Wonderful hills coated with snow and puffy clouds. The path Arthur walked on led to a small bench with nothing more than one person on it. Alfred. His dorky smile beckoned Arthur to sit with him. And somehow, he felt like nothing could hurt him while Alfred was there with him.

OoOoOoOoOoO!

So Arthur is starting to grow kind of fond of Alfred! Yay!

'what was with the weired dreams?'
Well you will just tune in next time when Arthur talks about it! Or not, maybe, I don't know

WHY DO SO MANY OF YOU LIKE THIS STORY?

But thanks :) it's nice to know you like it.

Oh! And Hector and the Search for Happiness is a real book. Its really freaking good. I like it lots. Go read it. You will like it to... OK I'm done selling you stuff. Love you!