And now the introduction of a new character. Isabelle Bliss! The adorable little five year old with a horrible mother. XD PS. can you guys guess what type of drugs Isabelle's mom is taking based on her description? You won't gain anything for guessing. I just wanna know if you guys recognized them.
Here is Izzy's picture: megaanimefreak7 .deviantart art /Isabelle- Bliss-340 1867 72
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SUMMARY: Arthur Kirkland decides to go to the supermarket in order to buy some food. There, he meets Isabelle Bliss, an adorable little five year old girl. He hears about her life story and feels as though his heart is being torn in two. What's he planning on doing? Elsewhere, Alfred is still being held hostage by Dakota. What will happen next? Read to find out more! ENJOY! ^ ^
"What do you mean 'There's nothing we can do'?!" Arthur yelled into his phone's receiver.
"I'm sorry sir, but there's no way that we'll send out a search team for a deceased person," the man on the other end said calmly. "We send our condolences."
"Like hell you do!" Arthur cried. "And F.Y.I., he isn't dead! We recently found out that the body lying inside his casket was a Mr. Raymond B. Jensen. Alfred is still very much alive somewhere!" Arthur could hear the shuffling of papers. The policeman choked slightly on the coffee he had sipping.
"Did you say Raymond Jensen?!" he asked hysterically.
"Yes. How does it concern you?"
"We've been looking for that man for a long time. You just helped us solve a major case!"
The policeman's teammates cheered happily. Arthur put his hand on his hip. "Well, that's all very well and good then. Now, since I've helped you, why don't you help me?"
The man grumbled a response before sighing. "Alright Mr. Kirkland. I'll assemble my best team and we'll start the search in two days time."
Arthur breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you officer. This means a lot more to me than you know."
The policeman smiled. "You are very welcome sir. Have a good day."
"You as well," Arthur replied before hanging up. He turned to look at Matthew, Gilbert and Johnny, who were all anxiously waiting for Arthur to speak. "He said he'll start the search." He told them.
"Oh thank God!" Matthew cried out happily. "Let's find the son of a bitch that kidnapped Alfred!"
Everyone stared at the usually quiet Canadian in awe. Gilbert licked his lips excitedly. "Matthew, you completely turned me on just now."
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Keep it in your pants eh." He replied with a light smack on the arm.
"I agree as well," Arthur added with a roll of his eyes. "We've got more important things to do other than hump each other's brains out."
"Fine," Gilbert huffed. He gave Matthew a wicked grin. "Later then."
Matthew blushed. "Hoser." He muttered.
Arthur turned to Johnny for some help. "Do you know what we could do?"
Johnny shook his head. "I'm sorry that I can't be any help, but I'm just as shocked and confused as you are." Even more so because Dakota lied to me. He thought angrily.
Arthur sighed. "Thank you for all you've done till now. I know that you and Alfred had become close, so this must have been hard on you. And now we now Alfred is actually alive somewhere! That must be so much for you to take."
Johnny stood and put a hand on Arthur's shaking shoulder. "Actually, I'm more worried about you. I think you should calm down a little. Relax."
"How can I now?!" Arthur suddenly cried out. "My boyfriend has been kidnapped and is probably being held hostage by some obsessed fangirl! I don't know where to begin searching or what to do from here! I'm so lost without him…"
"Arthur." Johnny said sadly. A knock on the door interrupted him.
"I'll get it." Matthew offered. He walked out of the room. Some muffled chatter occurred. Soon, Matthew returned with a note in his hand. He gave it to Arthur with a confused expression on his slender face. "One of the soldiers that attended the wake gave it to me," he said. "They told me it was a message from Alfred's captor."
Arthur's heartbeat stopped. He stared at the note in his hand with a growing hatred. He tore the clear white envelope away to reveal a bright yellow note. The words were written in silver ink and a heart dotted every "I". He groaned inwardly.
To Arthur Kirkland (a.k.a. Mr. Thinks-he-knows-everything),
Hi. This is Alfred's captor. I just wanted to let you know that I'm doing many to your little hubby. He's very good in bed (well, the best he can do with his hands and legs shackled)! Hope you don't mind.
Arthur growled at the note in his hand. He wanted to tear the letter to shreds, but he needed to keep reading.
Anywho, I hate to be cliché, but getting Alfred back is going to cost ya. I want you to send me 10,000 dollars in order to start my singing career. If you don't, I will slowly (and painfully) kill Alfred. I've got every weapon known to man, so don't think that this is an empty threat. The address information will be sent to you shortly. You've got forty-eight hours Arthur Kirkland. Use it wisely.
Signed, not a fangirl of yours.
"That stupid cunt!" Arthur yelled, ripping the note in silent satisfaction.
"What did it say?" Matthew asked. Arthur turned to him and put his hands on his hips.
"'You've got like forty-eight hours to send me 10,000 dollars Arthur Kirkland'," he said in falsetto voice. He pretended to flip his hair in an imitation of what he thought the kidnapper acted like. "'If you don't, I'm gonna like, kill him slowly and stuff.'"
"That stupid cow!" Matthew shouted. "How dare she!" Johnny looked on at them in surprise.
The very fact that they had been able to accurately guess that Alfred's kidnapper was a woman shocked him. Did this mean that they knew he had some sort of connection to her? Were they ready to accuse him? Were they ready to torture him to get the information they wanted?
Even though he realized the very idea of that happening was completely ridiculous, he shuddered. He felt his stomach growl and turned to look at the bushy-eyed blonde.
"Hey Arthur?" he called out. The Brit turned to look at him. "I'm kind of hungry. Got anything to eat?"
A look of sadness crossed Arthur's face as he shook his head. "I don't. Alfred did most of the shopping," he turned to look at the kitchen and smiled. "It's about time that changed though."
Matthew stood from his seat. "I'll help you." Arthur shook his head once again.
"I'm quite alright, thanks," he told him. "Besides, this is not the first time I've gone to the supermarket by myself," he quickly grabbed his coat and wallet before heading towards the door. "I'm off then. Make sure you call me if that officer decides to ring again."
"Will do." The trio answered.
Arthur stared at the bright yellow package in his hand. His mouth watered as he imagined himself taking a bite of the sweet treat with delight. Of the wafer-y goodness. Of the gentle kick of energy the candy bar brought with its chocolaty coating.
He shook his head, trying to desperately rid himself of the impure, sugar filled thoughts, but they kept returning, like an annoying boomerang.
He loved Coffee Crisp. They were his guilty pleasure. One day Alfred had told him to try one and from then on he was hooked. Maybe it was the look Alfred gave him whenever he bit into its chocolaty shell. Maybe it was what he'd dreamt they'd use it for afterwards.
It didn't matter.
All he knew was that he could not get enough of the calorie filled candy bar.
He was staring at the package, contemplating buying it, when a small cough interrupted his train of thought.
"Hey mister." The small voice said. He looked around in confusion.
"Who said that?" he asked.
"Down here." The voice replied. He turned his gaze downwards and was met with the sight of an adorable five year old girl. She had long, sun kissed brown hair that was thrown into two messy pigtails. Her large, Prussian blue eyes stared up at him under long black lashes. She was wearing an adult sized shirt that seemed to reach the floor. Arthur couldn't tell is she was wearing anything underneath it.
She was holding a grocery basket that was filled to the brim with fruits, vegetables, meat and golden Oreo's. She stared at the man above her for a while before pointing at the Coffee Crisp's with a pudgy finger.
"Ya know mister, if ya wanna eat the candy dat badly, den ya gotta buy it first."
Arthur blinked at her in surprise before chuckling. "Oh. Thank you for your kind suggestion. I wish I could love, but I can't."
She cocked her head to the side in confusion. "Why not?" she asked innocently.
"Because I don't want to get fat."
"But mah teacher says that it's okay to be fat. Are ya telling me that my teacher is wong?"
Arthur stared at her for a little while before clearing his throat. "Let's talk about other things," he said. "What are you doing here?"
"Shopping." She answered cheerfully.
Arthur bent down to meet her at eye level. "Is the big girl doing some shopping for her family?"
She nodded happily, her pigtails bobbing from side to side. "I'm doing the shopping for mah mommy!"
Arthur smiled and looked around. "Where is she?"
"She's at home playing adult games with Kevin." She said. The color in Arthur's face left him as he stared at her.
"What?"
"She said to go do some shoppin' for da house while she and Kevin played strip chess. I asked if I could play but she called me stupid and told me to go get some food to cook latah."
"Is she going to cook that food?" Arthur asked with hesitation.
"Nope. I always do da cooking and cleaning in our house."
Arthur felt close to tears. He felt as though his heart was being squeezed for this little girl. "Is… are there any other children in your house?"
The girl nodded. "Uh huh. My baby brodah. Mommy says dat he's twee months old and dat I have to be weally careful when giving him his bottle."
Arthur shuddered. "What does your mother do?"
"She stays at home and eats a green leaf with Kevin. She says it's called "Mary Juana" and dat I'm not allowed to have any. She eats some candy too. After she eats the candy she goes into her bedwoom with Kevin for da entire night. When she does dat I'm supposed to watch over mah broder."
Arthur put a hand over his mouth in disgust. This young child had no idea that she was being mistreated in such a way. She was basically that woman's slave and had no clue. "Honey, are you lying to me?" he asked with uncertainty.
She furrowed her brows. "Mommy told me not to lie unless it's to the powice about where she's been. Are you da powice?"
Arthur took her hand and squeezed it with a smile. "No love, I am not a policeman."
"Mister? Why do you look so sad?" she asked.
"No reason darling," he stood up. "I have an idea. How about I buy your groceries for you."
She clapped her hands excitedly. "Ok!" she beamed. "Can I have a candy bar too?"
He smiled sadly. "Of course sweetie. My name is Arthur Kirkland. What's yours?"
"Isabelle," she said, giving him a toothy grin. "Isabelle Bliss."
Alfred sat on the floor of the dimly lit basement with his head on his knees. A plate of burritos sat in front of him. Normally they would be gone within the hour, but he wasn't feeling hungry at the moment. He was feeling home sick.
"Artie," he quietly whispered. "Artie. I hope you can hear me, because I want you to know that I love you. So much."
A light tapping on the cold basement floor caused him to look up in fear. Dakota walked into the room with a whip in hand, grinning. She noticed the large plate of burritos were still uneaten and tsked.
"Alfred. Alfred. Alfred," she commented. "I untied your hands for a reason. I gave you food you'd enjoy. I gave you a bucket and allowed you to give yourself a sponge bath instead of allowing me to do it. And we have yet to have sex. Why are you so unhappy?"
The American gave her a death glare. "You know why." He growled.
"If you're missing your little British brat I could just make you a life sized doll. You should have no reasons to be angry here sweetie."
"What the freaking hell are you talking about?!" Alfred cried out despite his attempts to stay silent. "You took me away from the man that I love! You kidnapped me before I could propose to him! You're holding me here, trying to get me to love you again when I obviously don't! You're telling me that I shouldn't be angry at you when I have every reason to be! You are ruining my relationships! YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE!"
Alfred stared up at her, trying to catch his breath after his loud outburst. She looked down at him with amusement in her eyes.
"Come on now Alfred, I hardly think that I'm 'ruining your life'. You're overreacting."
Alfred sighed. "There are a lot of things that I could say to you right now, but for my own safety, I'm choosing to keep my mouth shut."
"You've made the right choice," Dakota nodded. She heard a door slam upstairs and sighed in annoyance. "Damn it, looks like my brother is awake. Time to go," she turned to look at Alfred with a devious look in her brown eyes. "Don't forget to eat your food. Wouldn't want you getting sick on me."
With a flip of her black hair she made her way towards the basement stairs. Alfred listened to the sound of her footsteps.
Once he was sure she was gone he turned to stare at the plate of burritos. Tears fell from his eyes as he imagined Arthur standing in the corner of the room, telling him that everything was going to be okay. His head dropped into his hands as he cried silently.
"Arthur," he sobbed. "Arthur. Arthur."