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Chapter 4 Day 4: Light Overshadows
Chapter Focus: Matthew's Back story, Where Ivan and Feliciano disappeared to,
My apologizes for the late chapter. I just got my new computer, and it didn't have a word system so I had some problems with this. But finally I did get a new Work and Spell check but its so different… I am still trying to get use to it. Sorry about that…
Matthews Backstory
Matthew clutched the frail blanket around his shivering body and leaned forward on his tippy toes to reach the door handle but as soon as he heard the clatter of something downstairs and the shrill scream of a lady he slowly stepped away, got on his hands and knees and crawled under the only piece of furniture in his rusty room, his bed.
The wood was old and had splinters sticking from all pieces; Matthew tried not to scream as his soft little palm was dug into by one of the small wooden spears. He managed to crawl under his bed, he frightfully pulled the blanket under him.
Heavy footsteps echoed in his ears and he froze. Tmp, tmp, tmp.
The sound was nearing. Matthew began to silently cry and the shadows began to distort.
Tmp, tmp, tmp.
The foots sounded just outside the hall and Matthew started coughing violently.
Tmp, tmp-
The footsteps stopped and the door knob started jingling. Matthew buried his face into his pillow and began coughing up specks of crimson.
The door swung wide open, bathing the room in darkness if that was even possible. Tall leather boots was the only thing that could be seen as he dragged himself over to the bed.
The man sat on it with a grunt.
"I know your there kid," The voice stated calmly. "Come out, I promise you're little soul won't be hurt." Matthew trembled and wiped the blood away as he held himself in a tiny quivering ball.
The figure got up and was walking towards the door when the rooms flashed red and black and the man spun around and stormed back. He flipped the bed over to reveal the little Canadian boy stuck under his blue blanket. The man just lift the kid in the air by the blanket. Matthew began kicking frantically. All he could see was endlessly black as his father proceed to unlatch something and open it.
He was lifted higher. It was silent until he felt his father opened the blanket and drop something else in. A wet ball was dropped on Matthew. Matthew whimpered as he tried to push it away. Matthew hearts stop as his foot touched something long and feathery. He rustled a bit and began feeling it. It was soft and something thick and wet was covered it. He touched the bottom of it to fine a long rod sticking out of it, it had many bumps and seems to be cut off at the end.
Matthew tensed as his chubby finger felt something squishy like a grape. Matthew thought this was one strange ball and returned to squirming around.
His father laughed insanely.
"Stupid brat." He lifted the ginger blonde higher and shifted. He was dangling him over something.
He instantly felt cold and his Father let go of the blanket holding the kid. Matthews purple blue eyes went wide as he felt himself drop, but it went slow. He couldn't even feel the rush of wind. He was falling in empty darkness and the blanket slowly closed at the top, so nothing was seen. He smashed against a roof hood and began to gain momentum as he roll down it.
The blanket wrapped around the strangely quiet child unwrapped to reveal the night sky, but it shown no stars, no moon, just black. Matthew closed his eyes. But instead of smashing his head open on the ground below something stabbed though his throat.
He landed on a low, thick branch with many small twigs sticking out and one of those twigs stabbed him right in his vocal cords. He began choking on his blood and he peered over to his side..
The ball wasn't a ball.
It was his Mother's disfigured head-
Matthew woke up with a silent scream. He tugged the sides of his face and began panting. He remembered. He hadn't been able to talk for 7 years. Matthew rolled of the bed and dropped to the floor with a thud. He scrambled to get up as he turned the lamp on. The dark room was basseted in artificial light. Matthew shakily put on his circular glasses. He looks to the door. Shadows are slowly creeping in. Whispering his name. Footsteps dragging themselves to the door where they would slowly decapitate himself.
Matthew needed to light the whole house up. No shadows. Shadows mean death. Matthew steadied himself on his desk before clumsy walking towards the door. He slumped against the wall, eyes darting around. He quicken his pace and began to knock on his cousins door. He silently mouthed the words, "ALFRED, ALFRED."
He looked at the bottom of the door, shadows poured out. He jumped back, smacking his head against the wall. Alfred finally opened the door with a tired expression. He was squinting at his Canadian cousin. "What's up bro," Matthew didn't respond just looked behind Alfred. Luckily the TV screen was on so there actually was some sort of light.
"Dude? Whats wrong?" Alfred asked.
Matthew made sign language gestures with his hands.
Alfred we need to light up the house.
Alfred ceased his brows. "Why?" He said confused.
Matthew sighed angrily.
Too dark.
Alfred stifled a snicker. "Fine lets go turn on some lights, if that makes you feel better." Alfred still smiled at Matthew although he really knew Matt was acting up again. It was that time of the year, that his paranoia reached its peak.
Matthew shook his head, Alfred began to grow worried.
Nevermind, just can you hand me a flash light?
"Dude I don't have one, just take my lighter." The American took a lighter out of his pocket with the American flag stamped on it.
Alfred I suggest you get out of the house, wake up your parents too.
"W-what? Matt.." Alfred sputtered, clearly confused.
If I find out your using this light to smoke when your parents around, I am going to kick your sorry, American ass.
Matthew spun around and walked away, nervously looking at cracks and corners, his paranoia, stress, and phobias were getting the better of him.
He ran downstairs in a flash he was in his kitchen. He was pulling bottles and bottles of liquor, cooking alcohol, any kind of flame able substance. He then lit the lighter. He took a deep breath and ran out of the house. He began smashing the bottles of alcohol everywhere. 'Damn shit. This is the reason. The reason for my problems. Alcohol and darkness fuck the creator fuck these godamn alcoholics and dark freaks.' He snapped and start chucking bottles at houses. Light started flickering and animals start screaming in there own languages.
Matthew took a deep breath as he saw Alfred charging start for him, screaming for him to stop. But it was too late. He threw the lighter in their opposite direction and watch the flame sallow everything around the two.
"Why Mattie!?" Alfred yelled shaking the insane teenagers shoulders.
"T-the. W-w-w-world. N-needs. M-more. L-l-l-light." Matthew spoke the first time in years. "N-now run." Alfred eyes widen but he followed the Canadians directions but he stopped as he saw Matthew standing in the middle of the ring of fire.
He looked to the sky, which was slowly turning orange with the sun rising. He finally did it. He made light for all to see. Matthew smelled sulfur and the scent of burning wood and flesh. He snapped back to his sense's. This… Wasn't the way he wanted.. Matthew began twisting his head around and he stepped back into a small bed of coals. He reared up his bare foot and screamed for his cousins name.
Alfred gritted his teeth and ran towards him. He had shoes but they were slowly burning up, starting to reach his bare skin. Alfred pushed though and grabbed his cousins waist. Using the little might he had he carried Matthew bridal style and rushed out of the scene.
With only.. A small trail of light following them.
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Matthew Williams was born is Canada. He grew up in a big city, living with his mother Madeline Williams and Andrew Williams. After Madeline found her husband was the cities mass murder after witnessing him chugging some moon shine and brutally raping/killing a teenager in their neighborhood. Andrew silently knocked her out cold and brought her home only to drink more and than merciless murder her by chopping of her head.
Matthew was almost killed but was stopped as he fell on top of a branch but he ripped his vocal cords in half after get a stick lodged in his throat and screaming his guts out at the sight of his disemboweled Mother. Neighbors ideality ran over to help, since they did this on a regular basis since Andrew was a alcoholic. But when they saw the sight of murder and called the cops and took Matt to the nearest hospital.
Soon after, Matt vocal cords were repaired but he still didn't speak. He was sent to live with his mother's sister, Emily and her wife, Kekio Honda. The two had a son, named Alfred who was Matthews best and only friend for many years. Expect the one night his past came to bite him as he snapped and set his neighbor hood on fire. After running for a while the two stopped by the police station. Matthew was honest and told the cops that he set his home on fire, but his cousin Alfred was trying to defend him but failed.
In the court of law, Alfred's case won and Matthew was sentenced to an mental hospital until he was the age of 21. But Alfred couldn't go with Matthew instead they enrolled him in an academy. Alfred had a terrible four years and so did Matthew. As soon as Matt turned 18 the doctors made a early decision that he was sane enough to be let free but since he had no where to go. Matthew took his brother out of school and got them into the group hone. Alfred really liked it there, the staff were actually quite friendly when they found out Alfred was a gamer. The two quickly devolved healthy friendships with everyone there. They only been they're for a couple of months and there already the most well-liked people there.
Matthew's dream is to ban alcoholically from the US, Canada, and hopefully the world. He loves light and purity but he dresses in black in his way to apologize to all the gothics, scence, punk, emo, and dark loving people he offended.
Update:
He seems to have a small crush on his English roommate.
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Day 4
Arthur stretched lazily, and his fingers brushed against something warm. His eyes fluttered and his gaze re-focused to see Matthew sitting on his bunk.
"Matt? Why the bloody hell are you on my bed..?" Aruthur snapped and rubbed my eyes.
"W-well, I have gotten a b-bit lonely…" Matthew looked down at his hands, blushing.
"What… Do you mean?" Arthur said sitting up.
"I-I-Ivan and Feliciano were m-moved out of the room," Arthur gasped and grind his teeth together. "You should really stop that, y-your going to chip a tooth." Matthew said intestinally. Arthur rolled his eyes and hopped off his bed. He run to his drawer where and he changed, with Matthew watching him intently.
"Matt. Why were they moved?" Arthur asked in a emotionless tone.
"They got into a huge fight. Aldo came out again while Ivan was cleaning out the drawers- Arthur perked his head up.
"Who is "Aldo"?" Arthur pulled his shirt off and Matthew got even more flustered.
"U-um Feli's m-m-multiple p-personality…" The ginger blonde whispered as he pushed up his glasses.
"That two-faced wanker. Ugh.. One of my… Friends.." Arthur clenched his fist.
"H-hey! Don't c-call him t-that!" Matthew said a little surprised.
"No. Not him. The Limey Bastard." Matthew eyes widen a bit.
"Um…" Matthew didn't know what to say.
"Nothing Matthew. I am just going to vent myself out. You stay here." Arthur briskly walked and slipped out of the room.
WWW
"Godammit I am so pissed right now I just want to blow someone head off." Arthur spat at the therapist.
He was the quiet type, he didn't say much and he didn't lecture Arthur about how he shouldn't want to blow peoples brains out. He had longish red hair, tied back in a small pony tail. He had a emerald eyes like Arthur and freckles. For some odd reason instead of wearing a normal staff wear he just wore a plaid shirt, demi jeans, and Texan brown boots.
Arthur sighed angrily and looked down at his knuckles to see they are white from grabbing at the sides of his chair. "Sir , do you even speak?"
"Eyup. Ah jus' think 'fore ah say kid."
"I didn't even get your bloody name you sarcastic prick!" Arthur growled.
"Ah don't need ta tell ya. Jus' call meh Big Mac. All the staff call meh it." Big Mac frowned.
"Um may I ask why?"
"Ah'm a vegatarian." He replied bitterly.
Arthur sniggered. "Well Sir Mac, it's a pleasure to meet you. Will I see you again?" Arthur asked polity and began to get up.
"Nice to met ya too kid." Big Mac nodded and gave a wave.
WWW
Arthur grinned as his American crush answered the door. "Whats up Artie?"
"No, no Alfred. Its "Hello" or "Hi how are you?"." Alfred laughed quite loudly and swung the door wide open so the English teenager could enter.
As soon as he entered he felt a familiar aura and he looked up to see Ivan playing a PS4 on the floor. Ivan looked up and met Arthur's green eyes with purple orbs. Ivan let a normal creepy grin spread across his face.
"Ey, Arthur!" Ivan sat up and motioned him to play games with him.
"Hello Ivan." Arthur gave Ivan a happy nod as he sat with his snow-haired Russian friend.
Alfred clapped his hands together in happiness as he waltzed over to them and plopped down to play as well.
"Soyuznik, I think you're eyebrows grew couple inchs." Ivan and Alfred burst out into loud obnoxious laughter while Arthur just scowled. (Soyuznik-Ally)
Arthur burst out suddenly, "Ivan, what went down between you and Feli?" Ivan grimaced and started "koling". Alfred slightly scooted away.
Ivan adjusted his scarf. " Aldo got all up in my face because I was organized his un-clean drawers. I took him outside and he suka slapped me to the floor. I then showed him no mercy, when a staff member saw us he went back to Feliciano and started waving his white flag. Of course, I stated it was Aldo's fault and I was just acting on defense. But the staff member shook his head and said it was his third strike but he'll see if he could make some expectations… I don't know who it was but he seemed familiar." Ivan stated rubbing his chin. (Suka-Bitch)
"Was he British?" Arthur growled Alfred cocked a brow.
"Um no." Ivan repield.
"Was he the guy who "performed" experiments on you?" Arthur's voice got deadly.
"Arthur what the fu-
"Just. Forget it. Forget about it Ivan its nothing." Arthur got up and headed for the door and as he left he shut the door behind him.
"Bro, what's up with our Brit?" Alfred asked concern.
"I just don't know… I remember some one performing experiments on me but he was Scottish not British." Ivan ruffled his hair.
Alfred headed after his English friend.
WWW
"So did you move Feliciano out of my room?" Alfred heard Arthur's voice ring out in the hall way. He peered over a corner to see Arthur talking to some one or something.
No reply.
"What do you mean!? He was one of my friends!? What the hell Ducan!?" Arthur stomped his foot on the ground like a child.
No reply.
Alfred pulled the pieces together. Alfred mouth was hanging right open. "IT CAN'T.. BE."
Arthur snapped his head around, his eyebrows narrowed in an angry look but then he looked to his side and he yelled, "Run! Run you bloody chicken!"
Alfred's normally sky blue eyes were small and fearful.
"A-Arthur…" Alfred stammered.
"What.." Arthur began to cool down at the sight of his tall dirty blonde lover.
"Who were y-you talking t-to..?" Alfred stepped closer to Arthur.
Arthur snorted, "That git Duncan Jones. And I thought I was "crazy"."
"D-dude…"
"What's wrong Alfred?" Arthur sighed and patted down his green, yellow, and white hair.
Alfred took a deep breath.
"Duncan Jones has been dead for 6 years."
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A/N Yup I trolled you guys xD Limey is actually a alternate name for a Scot! Hahaha! Sorry DaIvan lol. But don't worry, I'll make a Rthyna oneshot just for you! Ugh once again sorry for the long update. I really am! I have more plot twists coming around the corner so stay in-tuned! Golly, this chapter was fun! Don't worry about Feliciano! He'll return!
Thanks for reading and sticking with me!
-20 Percent Awesomer