Back with another chapter, BEASTS! WOOHOO!
I'm pretty proud! It didn't even take me a week to get this baby up! WOOT! GO ME!
I figured I owed you guys since it took so long to update last time. I'm so happy I'm not sick anymore! YAY!
Anyways...ON WITH IT!
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Blinding white light.
That's what Arthur was greeted with upon opening his eyes. Instantly, he shut them, the brightness causing his dilated pupils immense irritation.
His first thought was of course...he had died. The last thing he remembered was watching as Tino kept plunging that knife into him. There was no way he could've survived...
"Look! I zink he's vaking up."
That voice sounded familiar...curious...
As the Englishman gained the courage to slowly open his eyes once more, he noticed right away he was now in a room painted a generic white. The blankets covering him were the same pale white, as was the bed he laid on. He was in a hospital?
"Hello, friend. Are you feeling better?"
Arthur turned his head to find both Francis, and Ludwig standing to the left of him. He slowly tried to wiggle himself into a seated position, but halted instantly as a pain erupted in his chest.
"Don't move so much. You had a nasty wound in your chest. Ze doctors said you vere lucky to still be alive."
Arthur nodded. He too was surprised he had survived. That was when a thought occured to him. "D-did they find Tino? Is he in prison?"
The two men exchanged glances that already told Arthur what they were thinking before they even needed to speak.
"Tino? You cannot be serious!" Francis exclaimed, surpressing a chuckle at the audacity of the man's accusation.
Anger filtered throughout Arthur's body as he narrowed his eyes at the editor.
"I'm bloody serious, you imbecile! He attacked Alfred and I!" The blonde slowly slunk back down as it finally sunk in that of course...if those two had no idea Tino was behind this, the police had not brought the man into custody...
And he was still out there...
Another thought struck the man. "I-Is Alfred all right?"
Once again, Ludwig and Francis seemed to look to one another, clearly hoping for the other to speak. It seemed Ludwig was the first to lose his patience with their odd staring contest as he turned back to face the man lying on the bed.
"Um...Arthur..." He began, his voice cracking slightly. This couldn't be good news. Ludwig never revealed emotion. Unless it was anger..."Alfred...did not make it...Ven ze police arrived, he had been stabbed so many times, he was pronounced dead right zere..."
For a moment, Arthur just continued to stare in awe. They had to be joking with him. There was no way that stubborn America could've died. He was too strong. Alfred had been in many a brawl back in his high school days, he had even been shot a few times. None had ever come close to killing him. So, there was no way this was true.
His body began to shake, and at first Arthur worried that it was rejecting the medicine the staff had forced into his body upon arrival. Then, he heard a chuckle escape his lips, even through the pain his movement had caused his chest.
Both Francis and Ludwig seemed to become quite concerned by his laughter, and Francis slowly knelt down, grasping the man's hand. Why did he have to be so touchy-feely?
"...Arthur? Are you all right?"
Wow...that was an odd tone for the Frenchman to have. Usually he was so flamboyant, and loud. This was an odd twist. He actually sounded afraid, as well as troubled by the abnormal scene.
Anger began to course throughout Arthur as this news finally seemed to hit him.
"Are you shitting me right now? Do you really need to ask such a stupid question? I was almost killed by some psychopath who's still on the loose, and my best friend was just murdered! Sure! I'm doing rather fantastic!" Arthur shouted, any trace of his previous laughter gone.
Francis, upon instinct, slowly retracted his hand, a hurt look replacing the previous one on his handsome features.
Ludwig then appeared, stepping closer. "Arthur, I realize you are upset. But zis is no time to take it out on us. Ve are just here to help you."
Arthur, feeling the shame already settling in, turned his head away from the two as hot tears began to pour from his eyes. "Oh God...I can't believe he's really...gone..."
For quite some time, the only noise to be heard was Arthur's sobs. The other two seemed too unsure of what to say to the man.
However, when Arthur had finally calmed himself enough, Ludwig seemed to be pondering something. "Arthur...You said earlier zat Tino was behind zis?"
Arthur merely nodded weakly in response, too drained to speak.
"Wait...You actually zink Tino would try and kill somebody? You have to be kidding me!" Francis interjected again. "I work with him everyday. Ze guy is way too friendly...not to mention cowardly, to have committed such a crime."
"I know what I saw..." Arthur spat, his voice just above a whisper. "And until he's caught...he's coming after all of us."
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Creepy! Tino's gone INSANE! Killing people, and whatnot!
Like poor Alfred...I'm pretty depressed I killed him off...
But at least Arthur made it! Somehow.
Anyway, check back to see what happens next time!
I'm sure Tino will be appearing again...MUAHAHAHAHAAHA!
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