The Truth Lies Here

Chapter 10 – An Interruption…?

***Let me just say beforehand, I'm sorry, if this chapter sucks -_-***

I glanced down at Alfred, and he groaned, holding his hand, and I tried to freak out by seeing the blood. To calm myself down, I lifted my gaze and glared at the other man. We stood still, until someone came staggering down the stairs, who I immediately knew was 'Demitri.'

"About damn time you idiot!" he said, thanking his gaze away from me, and looked at the staggering man.

Demitri grinned widely at his boss, and then looked at us, "What happened here?" he asked with a confusing tone.

I wanted to run. I wanted to help Alfred up, and just leave. But I was scared to death. I couldn't move from my spot.

"Go Arthur." I heard Alfred groan.

"No." I said stubbornly.

"Arthur… Go now. Leave me." Alfred sat up, rubbing his head.

"I am not going anywhere you bloody idiot."

"Yes, stay Arthur, we enjoy your company," he smiled again. I glared at him. "What's the matter Arthur? Can't talk?"

I didn't want to speak to him, but I knew I had to, "Stay the hell away from me." I scowled.

"You idiot, go and get Alfred." He told Demitri, and he nodded stupidly and grabbed Alfred, dragging him back to his bedroom.

"Why did you take him?" I asked, trying to ignore Alfred's loud protests, "And who. Are. You?" I demanded venom in my voice.

"If you must know, my name is Mason. I only took your little friend because well let's put it simply, business."

It took me a while to understand what he meant, "You mean… You mean you were going to sell Alfred?" I asked loudly.

Mason smiled widely again this time it held malicious intent. "Yes, precisely! Hats off to you Arthur!" he said, mockingly bowing to me.

"People like you disgust me."

"Arthur! Do not talk to Mason! Just get out of here!" I heard Alfred plead.

"No Alfred! I am not going to leave you!" I yelled back.

"Yes dear Alfred, Arthur isn't going to be leaving any time soon!"

I shuddered. Why did his voice send shivers up my spine? It sounded like Alfred was going to say something. I heard a yelp. I wanted to so badly just to leave Mason and go see what the hell they were doing to Alfred, but I stood.

"Yes, good Arthur, stay here." Mason suggested, and I noticed his eyes kept on flicking behind me.

I didn't give it a thought, and I was going to yell at him, until I felt someone forcefully put a rag against my face, and I tried to fight back for a few seconds, but then I felt my body feel limp, and watched helplessly before everything around me went black.

I groaned as I woke up, instantly trying to move, and look around, but I had been tied to something and blindfolded. "Damn it…" I muttered, hanging my head down. "Why am I so fucking dense?"

I heard someone moving around me, and I immediately shot my head up, "Oooh, Arthur finally up now?"

"Bastard, where the hell am I?" Now there were people moving all around me, and damn it, I did not being blindfolded, I can't tell what the hell they are going to do next.

"You're in Alfred's room again!" said a cheery voice. "And if I were you, I'd watch my language, because you are kind of surrounded by people right now!"

"Weeeell, I would know that if I wasn't fucking blindfolded!" I yelled, lifting my head into the general direction of Mason's voice.

"Arthur, please don't do that. It really isn't really…" Alfred tried to tell me but his voice was barely above a whisper and it sounded really strained.

"Alfred, is that you? Are you alright?" I asked frantically.

"Yeah, I'm fine…" he answered weakly. "I knew I shouldn't have done that…"

Someone grabbed my chinned, and lifted it up. "Hmm, he isn't that bad. If he shut up he could sell for a really good price…" Mason's voice said, as he moved my head back and forth, trying to get a better look at me. Naturally, I jerked my head back, not wanting anyone touching me, and he reeked of alchohol. "Quit touching me, and people aren't something you just sell."

"Well, for me it is quite normal."

"Fucking bastard, just go the hell away." I muttered.

Mason slapped my face, "Didn't I tell you to watch your language?" and I knew he was smiling.

"Arthur I'm telling you-!" Alfred tried to warn me again, but then he started coughing violently.

"Damn you people." I regretted saying that as soon as the words came out of my mouth, because someone had kicked me in my stomach, and I groaned.

"Hey, what did I tell you?" Mason told me. I remained silent, thinking it was best not to talk anymore. "Not gonna talk anymore, hmm?"

Someone grabbed the back of my head, and started to take off the blindfold. "Is that better?" Mason asked me, smiling brightly. I didn't think about the sudden brightness, I only glared at Mason. "I'll take that as a yes then!"

I looked away from him, and then looked around the room, looking for Alfred. I saw him on his bed, hunched over, his face was twisted from pain, and I could easily tell he wasn't breathing regularly.

Mason must've sensed that I was worried about Alfred, because he started talking to me, "Oh don't worry Arthur, and we didn't do much to your little boyfriend Alfred, right boys?"

All of them nodded stupidly, saying things like, "Yeah," and "Hmm," but quite a few of them just snickered.

I turned my attention to Mason. I opened my mouth to speak, but I quickly shut it. "Boss, I'm bored, can we now?"

"No, not yet. I fear the prince is very frightened right now."

I felt my face grow warmer, "What did you call me?" I asked furiously.

"And the prince can still speak! It's a miracle!"

I was going to retort, but then there was a very quiet ding dong which I assumed was the doorbell.

"Who the hell comes out this late?" Mason asked, mostly to himself, because no one around me said anything. "C'mon Demitri, let's go and see who that is." Demitri nodded, and Mason made a 'follow me' gesture and hurried out the room, Demitri stumbling behind him.

"Ar…Arthur…are you alright?" Alfred asked me, as he lifted his head.

"Am I all right? Bloody hell, I'm not the one to be worried about, it's you who is in worse shape than me!"

I faintly heard him chuckle, "Sorry…I'm just worried about you…"

"Ya bastards! Where the hell is Artie?" Someone yelled.

…Wait… What was Scott doing here?

A/N In my opinion, this chapter sucked. Which it probably did.

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