Chapter 1
It was utter chaos. People ran and screamed as buildings were set ablaze and windows were being smashed. Some were simply fleeing and hiding while anyone with a sword was fighting off the attackers and blood and dead bodies littered the streets. Arthur grinned, taking in the scene. It was perfect and exciting to destroy towns and pillage all of the valuables. It wasn't that he needed the money, nah he just wanted the excitement and found a sick sense of pride overpowering anyone and everyone. He was the feared Captain Kirkland and he had a reputation to maintain.
"Chaos! Perfect! This is my chance, my true chance to escape this hellhole" Alfred thought to himself watching the nurses in a panic deciding what they should do. The facility was locked, all the windows were barred so they felt somewhat safe but glass was glass and glass doesn't stop stray bullets. The nurses didn't give two shits about the patients, hell they could be used for target practice for all they cared. Assholes! Well being labeled insane and his bleak situation left him feeling quite apathetic as to his life so he wasn't too concerned with being shot or anything really. Well Alfred was silently watching the nurses, especially the head nurse who possessed the keys to everything. He had tried getting ahold of those keys 22 times, failed and got a creative punishment for every time.
The insane asylum was supposed to "treat" the mentally insane but they did just about anything but that. The patients, each with their own unique problems pissed off the staff any time they had an outburst. Well instead of trying to help the patient- ya know, their job… they restrained and punished them instead. It was very clear that everyone who worked there either hated their job or was a total sadist living out their fantasies.
Well Alfred made the jump on the head nurse who was a man with tan skin and light brown hair. The key to winning a fight is the element of surprise you see. Alfred wasn't interested in a fair fight, all fights were fought dirty and he grabbed ahold of the keys and proceeded to punch the man right in the face. Normally he would never hurt anyone but a punch wasn't really gonna hurt anyone and he sure as hell had it coming. Well Alfred knew the facility well after being there for around five years when his parents just sort of ditched him when they got sick of dealing with him. He ran for the first door of the ward, sprinted out and unlocked the door to the stairwell. Running down he noticed one of the staff from a different ward was on his tail so he had to be quick. Final door was the main door out of the insane asylum and sweet sweet freedom was in his hands.
He was sprinting down the street faster than he ever imagined he would be able to and running with such force and it was just too tempting. He knew it would slow him down a little but he just had to, so he turned his head around laughing in euphoria screaming "FUCK YOU!" at the nur- SMACK.
Arthur was running, sword stained with blood in his right hand, wearing a decorated, long, red coat with a sick grin on his face until SMACK! He was disoriented for a second until he realized he was on the ground in the middle of the dirt road with a young man with shocked blue eyes laying next to him, also disoriented. How DARE he. But before he could do anything the other man's expression quickly changed to a smirk as he looked behind him. The man quickly looked back at Arthur "OH my god I am SO sorry! Are you okay?" the man exclaimed while quickly standing up and offering a hand to help him get up. Arthur quickly swatted his hand away; he did not need help from this idiot. He couldn't help but notice the man's appearance. He was sort of tall, young, old shoes, old beige shirt, worn looking black pants and his hands and wrists were covered in dried blood. Who was he? Some kind of escaped criminal or something?
Well Arthur was shocked and pissed that this man seemed so ignorant and had absolutely no idea who he was! Arthur prided himself on his notorious reputation, killing or torturing anyone who opposed him and this man had the audacity to push him on the ground. He was also pretty embarrassed that he had been pinned on the ground, completely taken by surprise. Anger flashed in his eyes as he grabbed hold of this man's dirty blond hair and shoved him up against a wall with his sword at his throat. "And who would you be?" he asked in a mocking tone, green eyes glowing with anger.
Alfred realized he fucked up. Like he fucked up big time as he was pinned against a brick wall with a bloody sword at his throat. "Uhhhh nobody" he replied nervously with wide eyes. To which the angry blond man laughed and in a mocking tone stated "well then Mr.'nobody' you will be coming with me." OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK. NO NONONONONO. He just escaped a hellhole, he didn't want to go from one hellhole to another. Freedom was within his grasp until this asshole had to come along and ruin it. Fuck he's strong too, not like Alfred was any prize bodybuilder. The meals in the asylum consisted of water, oatmeal, bread, sometimes apples, and sometimes low quality cuts of meat, but only on special occasions so he was pretty scrawny. That and there was always potential for the staff poisoning the food. They got so mad when he refused to eat it when he guessed it was poisoned but they were messing with him on purpose.
Well this Arthur character grabbed ahold of his injured wrist, he knew it was on purpose too. Rude and unnecessary. He was dragging him down the street while walking quickly and every time Alfred tried to pull away or use his other hand to pry Arthur's hand off his wrist it didn't work. He was weaker than this guy but the main reason was his hands hurt badly and Arthur was exploiting this weakness. Damn Jeff and his pliers. All because he tried to scratch at him in self defense no less but he "lost the right to fingernails" as Jeff put it.
Alfred was handed off to two other men near a big ship and Arthur sternly told them "put him in the brig" and flashed a sick smirk at Alfred before running off with his sword in hand. What the fuck is a 'brig'? Alfred didn't have too much time to ponder over that question as he was dragged up onto the deck of this ship then dragged down three flights of stairs and tossed in this jail cell in the basement of this ship. "Great, just great" he thought to himself.
A/N: I know it isn't historically accurate but this is just for fun. The writing also isn't the best because I'm not great at writing this sort of thing.
Also I am embarrassed at how bad this is despite my age but I wrote it all in one go without editing or re-writing because I am lazy.
Summary: After Alfred's 22 failed escape attempts, 23 was a success thanks to the town being engulfed in chaos as it is being attacked by Captain Arthur Kirkland. Alfred, naive to the outside world, accidentally runs into Captain Kirkland as he escapes from the insane asylum that held him captive for 5 years.