Yay. I finally got my first beta. So thank you Maiya123.

{~oOo~}P E R F E C T S{~oOo~}

Alfred knew he felt unsettled when he first entered the church. But now his suspicions were confirmed. Arthur was definitely being held here, and all Alfred had to do was find where he was and how to get him out without being caught. Which proved to be a lot easier said than done.

Alfred tiptoed behind the frosty haired man, listening to the conversation he had with a distance voice. Finally Alfred watched as the white haired man, named Gilbert, pushed open a heavy steel door. They were in the basement of the church. "Ah. Arthur's asleep. I'll go get everything set up" Gilbert's soft murmurs drifted out from in the room. Alfred gasped and hid behind a wall, as Gilbert exited the cellar, locking it, and made his way down the hall, to get stuff ready. Alfred released the air he had been holding in, and pulled at the door knowing it was locked. But he had to find a way to save Arthur. And what had they done to make Arthur fall asleep? Alfred feebly pulled at the door in vain, a glimmer of hope remaining. After ten minutes, Alfred knew he needed to do something better. Until he heard yelling coming from upstairs. Matthew and Francis. Alfred debated. Matthew and Francis or Arthur? Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair. Alfred heard more yelling followed by a loud thump. And that did it. The American ran back, to aid his brother and Francis.

When Alfred arrived, he was met with a strange sight. Matthew and Francis huddled together behind an over turned table, and an old man flailing his arms about and yelling. The man had a wispy light brown beard and he wore a white robe. "What's going on?" Alfred asked. Matthew looked up, "This old guy got really mad that me and Francis were apparently sitting in his usual spot. Then he started yelling and kicking things."

"So you mean this isn't an emergency and you aren't in dire need?"

"We'll live."

Alfred facepalmed and rushed back down to Arthur.

But when he got there, it was too late.

Arthur's cellar door was wide open. And the Misfit was nowhere to be found.

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When Arthur's eyelids finally fluttered open, he found himself tied to a chair with his head fashioned straight ahead, with no leeway to move. How long had he been stuck in this place?Years? Days? They all blended together to him. Arthur swallowed loudly when he saw Gilbert approaching him. The emerald eyed teen grew weary, when he noticed the syringe Gilbert carried. The albino had an eerie smirk on his face as he filled the syringe with a purplish liquid. Arthur did his best to fight when Gilbert grasped his scrawny arm. But it was no use. The syringe pierced Arthur's arm and the liquid was injected into his bloodstream. The Brit let out a screech as the liquid burned inside him. Then he felt cold and tingly. And everything faded to black.

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Alfred tore down the worn cement floor, searching in vain for Arthur. Then he realised something. Why was he going through all of this for Arthur? They didn't know each other that well, and every time Alfred thought of the Misfit his stomach got fluttery and his heartbeat sped up. Alfred decided it was because of their friendship. Yeah, that was definitely the reason. And because of his adrenaline rush. Alfred busted down the doors, his heart dropping when Arthur wasn't in any of them.

By this time, Alfred's hair was plastered to his head and was stringy with sweat. But he wouldn't give up.

He'd never give up on Arthur.

Like everyone else.

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Matthew and Francis had finally managed to escape from the crazy old man, and found themselves in the attic of the church. Francis rifled through box after box, until he stumbled upon something. "Mon dieu! Matt, check this out." Francis held up a dusty stone tablet with an inscription on its front. "What does it say?"

"I can't tell…"

Francis turned it over.

Vigilare cum excoquit e mundo adinventionum suarum.

"I think this is Latin, Francis."

"Do you know of anyone who understands Latin?"

"Well no..."

"Great. Well, let's keep this. It might be important."

Matthew nodded, agreeing, and slipped the stone into his pocket.

Neither of them knew how important the small stone was.

That it held their fate.

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This was it. After hours of a grueling search, he hadn't found Arthur. He had checked every hallway. Alfred had checked every room in the lone corridor. All except for one. This was his last chance of finding Arthur. If he wasn't in the room, it was over. Alfred's palms were damp with sweat and he wiped them on his uniform pants. His throat was dry and his voice scratchy. Alfred placed a clammy hand on the brass doorknob. He fumbled with it a bit, desperate to open it. When he finally opened the room, he gasped.

{~oOo~}M I S F I T S{~oOo~}

Sorry for this extremely late update. I've been very busy. And I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. I had tons of track stuff and I'm bombarded with school tests and stuff Dx. Hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter, and things are starting to pick up. I can't tell you what the inscription on the stone says, it'll give it away.

Also, you should thank Maiya123 and check out her stories(if she has any). She's my beta. ^.^

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