The day that started the hell was sunny. No one would have thought hell was around the corner at the William-Jones house on that sunny July day, but it was sneaking up to the house ready to pounce on the two nations that resided there. Alfred F Jones was up early that day because it was his turn to make breakfast and he was excited. He bounced up an down as he carefully flipped a pancake. Alfred worked hard at the pancakes because he knew they were his brothers favorite thing. Alfred stretched, no one ever tells you how long it feels to make pancakes, but Alfred now knew they took a lot longer than he thought.

"Good morning Al. What's cooking?" Matthew asked.

Alfred turned his head excitedly, "PANCAKES"

Matthew jumped a bit at Alfreds loudness but Alfred watched for the thing he had been excitedly waiting for all morning. Matthew smiled.

'YES' Alfred thought happy. Alfred always wanted his little brother to be happy. For the past few weeks Matthew hadn't been super happy at all. No he had been down in the dumps. You see, Alfred and Mathew had to move again which meant Matthew had forever lost contact with the few friends he had made in Ontario. Alfred knew that Matthew liked being in Canada better but they had to move because people had started to get suspicious of the boys. They were different than anyone. Alfred sighed. They had no idea why they were different or why they never aged or why they could not seem to die.

"Hey Al can you pass the maple syrup." Matthew said eagerly

"Sure thing Mattie." Al jumping out of his thoughts. He grabbed the bottle and handed it to his brother who immediately dumped half of it on his pancakes.

"Woah dude I just bought that" Alfred exclaimed.

"Oh sorry, but this is the amount I alway use" Matthew countered.

The boys fell into their familial banter. After a while, they fell silent as a uneasiness drifted in. Alfred could feel it heavy on his shoulders.

"Mattie...can I ask you something."

"I think you just did."

"Ha Hahaha"

Matthew watched his brother whose smile did not meet his eyes.

"Okay so that is your something is wrong laugh. Al what is going through that head of yours." Matthew gently put his hand on Alfred's shoulder. Alfred eyes move down to the table he looked a bit sad and a bit guilty at the same time.

"You think those guys may of followed us. I mean they had a car, and they saw me uh "die" and come back." Alfred rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Matthew leaned back in the chair. 'Of course Al wants to talk about it.' Matthew thought. He had been avoiding the subject for a couple a weeks. He understood why they had to leave. And he was used to having to up and leave a place, but he couldn't help be just a bit sad every time. Alfred on the other hand wore all of his emotions on his sleeve and also felt the need to talk about them. He also had a need to fix things which meant that he really wanted To fix Matthew"s recent mood. Matthew just wanted to forget about it.

"I doubt they followed us that French guy seemed to be in shock." Matthew dodged the underlying question in Alfred worried words.

"What about you? You looked like you were in shock too?" Alfred responded.

Matthew frowned inwardly. He didn't really want to do this but one look at Alfred's face and he knew he wasn't just going to be getting out of this.

"Al you got run over by a car. You died. How would I not be in shock." Matthew sighed

"But you knew I would come back?" Alfred said.

"Yeah Al but..." Matthew hugged his sides. "You were hurt..I know I know you cant die neither can I but what if, one day it stops working...it hurt seeing that happen and then having to run out of there so fast..I just don't like...I HATE it when things like this happen Al." He shook a little bit. "We just had to leave everyone again and I just hate it. Seeing you bleeding on the ground like that brought up some really bad memories and I just need some time okay!?" Matthew finished and rubbed his eyes. Alfred was staring at him with eyes showing more regret than any man Matthew has ever seen. "Hey its ok bro. I understand. But uhmmm I just.." Alfred didn't know how to help Matthew. Usually, it was Matthew picking up Alfred's broken pieces, so he did the first thing that came to mind. Alfred enveloped his brother into a big hug. Matthew hugged him back. "I love you bro so just talk to me if you want okay?" Alfred whispered.

"Okay Al okay." Matthew patted his brother's back and released his hold. Again a comfortable silence came soon to the two. But of course Alfred could never be silent for long.

"Hey Mattie! I am gonna go get another bottle of that maple syrup considering you just basically ate the whole thing." Alfred exclaims.

"I didn't eat all of it".

"Yeah you did"

"Did not but you should probably get more away. Can never have to much maple syrup."

Alfred grinned and ran out the door leaving Matthew to his thoughts.

Meanwhile, a few blocks away a British hell walked with a few others looking for two boys who no one knew existed.