I actually finished this chapter and the last one in the car yesterday. It gets kinda gory next chapter at the beginning xD

Yaaayyy gore!

I think some followers might be angry with the way the story ends D: But then you have to see it from my angle which I will explain at the end of the last chapter :3

Anyways, it feels like I'm totally running the last chapter for everyone so I'm going to shut up here xD

ENJOY!

I found myself in front of Francis's small house at the other end of town. It was a long walk, but for some reason I don't remember any of it. I was still drenched with water, I didn't know if Gilbert's blood was visible on my clothes but at this point, I didn't care.

"Sometimes he would say he was ready to trade my life for his…"

Mattie's words started to ring in my head as I climbed the ceramic stairs.

"He would mistakenly call me Jeanne…"

I knocked on the door loudly in a fit of rage. Francis answered the door shortly after holding a glass of crimson red wine.

"Alfred, mais…What are you doing here?" He asked surprised and then moved aside to let me in. "Come in, come in mon garcon. Why are you wet?"

"Went for a little swim." I muttered not looking at him but at the floor instead as I walked in the house. I looked around, there were two bottles of the same red wine next to each other, one empty, the other not. "You've been drinking?"

"You've always known me as a wine lover." He laughed as he walked pass me and to a cupboard where he kept his wine glasses. "Would you like some?"

"No…"

"Suit yourself." He said as he went back to the sofa and sat behind the bottle of wine. "Come, sit. We need to talk."

I walked to a chair across him and sat down.

"How do you know about Jeanne?"

Of course.

Why was I the tiniest bit surprised at that question? Of course he wasn't going to ask me about my locking myself up in a room; of course he wasn't going to ask me about my deep depression over Mattie's death; of course he wasn't going to ask me anything related to my dear brother's death!

"You know, when I used to stay with dad, whenever he'd be home, he'd start drinking some wine. A lot of wine. When he'd get drunk he'd start crying over and over, moaning the name of a woman." I quoted monotone yet my voice dripping with venom. "Jeanne. You know what else he used to say? He used to ask why she died and say he'd trade my life to get hers back."

There was a tense moment of silence, for the first time since I got to Francis's house I starred at him in the eyes. He froze completely and I could tell he wasn't thinking about my brother but about the woman he lost years ago yet still loved. Why did he ever get married to Arthur anyways? If he still loved that woman, he should have stayed a widow and leave Mattie and me in the orphanage! Then…he would still be by my side…

"I take it your brother…was the one to say that…?" The Frenchman asked and took a quickly gulp of his crimson wine.

Crimson.

"How is it…that you remember Mattie and still treated him like shit!" I asked harshly and stood up abruptly. Tears started to spill from eyes uncontrollably. "You were his fucking dad! How could you do something like that to him!"

Francis stood to his turn but slowly and carefully as if not to provoke me any more. "Now Alfred-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, my hands becoming fists. "I don't want to hear your empty lies!"

"Calm down…" He said softly and took a step towards me.

A step too much.

"Don't fucking come near me!" Quickly, I reached towards my pocket and unwrapped the gun given to me by Ivan. I pointed it at him and he stopped moving, it seemed as if he didn't dare to breathe. "I already killed Gilbert, don't think for a fucking second I'd hesitate to kill you!"

Francis looked shocked. "G-Gilbert?" He repeated, his voice trembling. "Why…why would you do that?"

"He stabbed Matthew! Over and over again!" I cried holding the gun tighter. "I told him to stop harassing him with his hurtful…horrible words…but he wouldn't fucking stop! So I carved open his stomach, ripped out his intestines and then squeezed the life out of his still beating heart!"

Francis was as pale as a ghost, he knew each word I spoke was true, nothing false about the murder I had just described.

I pointed at the basement door with the gun. "Get going."

Francis starred at me incredulously.

"NOW!"

Trembling all over, Francis slowly walked towards the basement door fully aware that he was now living his last moments in this world. I followed my father down to the basement, the gun pointing at his back.

Father.

What a joke!

He may have been somewhat of a father to me, but not to Mattie. If you neglect one of your children, suggest trading his life for the one of another, do you really deserve such a title? Francis was a sorry excuse of a father.

Once in the basement, I spotted a chair next to piles of boxes that have never been unpacked since Francis moved to this house years ago. Now they never will be unpacked. I dragged the chair to the center of the basement and ordered Francis to sit in it. He hesitated but a shot, nearly hitting him made him move faster. I didn't understand that reaction, if he decided to not listen to me I would have killed him, if he decided to listen, which he did, he'd still end up dead. Maybe it was to live for just a little longer? I wouldn't know…or care.

In the far back, I found a rope and used it to tie him to the chair. Francis chuckled.

"Are you going to beat me to death?" He asked. "Maybe beat me and then shoot me?"

"Like hell I'd waste my strength or another bullet on you." I hissed.

Leaving the conversation at that, I climbed back the stairs and headed for the garage. There I found a bottle of gasoline sitting on the small workshop as if waiting for me. I picked it up and went back down to the basement where I found Francis struggling for freedom. It was my turn to chuckle now.

"Pathetic." I muttered.

I poured the gasoline over Francis and around him.

"I never imagined I would die the same way as Jeanne." Francis mumbled smiling faintly.

I said nothing and starred at him. There was another long moment of silence, it felt almost sad.

"I want to ask you one last question." I announced and paused for a moment. "Did you ever care about Mattie?"

Francis snorted. "The only reason I took him in was because you wouldn't leave the orphanage without him…" He answered coldly. "So…no."

I left him, having no more regrets and leaving a trail of gasoline to the staircase. I climbed them one last time, made my way to the kitchen where I found matches. I lit one up and threw it down the stairs. It seemed to have taken forever for the match to finally land on the basement floor and light up the gasoline with an explosive feel. Francis's screams of agony filled the house and quickly I proceeded in burning the rest of the house.

When I finished, I jumped out of the house and acted as if I was terrified and distressed about what had happened. There was a crowd of people around the house who came to me immediately. I couldn't help but be surprised by the amount considering that it was the middle of the night or very early in the morning.

"Help! My…My father is still inside!" I cried playing the part of the distressed child I had to be.

The people around started barking at themselves asking if anyone called the firefighters and the ambulances. With all the commotion that was now going on, I managed to slip away and walked towards my final prey. The gun was still in my hand, no one had noticed it surprisingly, yet luckily for me.

The world was dead to me…

None of them cared. None of them knew how the most wonderful, amazing, kind person was dead…buried deep in the soil containing thousands of other bodies.

The images of what I walked on started to haunt me again. It felt like I could still see my beloved brother hanging from the ceiling, his blood dripping into a bigger pool of it under him and the words he painted on the wall. It felt like I could still touch him, take him from where he was hanging and cradle him in my arms as I cried his name repeatedly.

Mattie.

The world was fucked. On the other hand, maybe it was just my and Mattie's world. Either way, no one should have to have gone through what Mattie or I had gone through. No one should ever be bullied by words or mentally by their parents or people of their surrounding. No one should ever experience the feeling of losing someone by suicide. No one should ever experience the feeling of being betrayed by the ones they love and care most about. And if someone was currently going through what Mattie and I had gone through, I would find them and help them achieve the justice they deserved.

I am the hero!

I will personally make sure that everyone gets the justice that they deserve. The good and the bad guys.

Suddenly, I stopped walking and looked before me. There was the house I wanted to get to. The house where I would perform my final and Mattie's final justice. I kicked the door down and barged in. From the entrance, I could see Arthur on the phone, looking back at me shocked.

"A-Alfred…"

DUN DUN DUN!

Arthur, bro, you are screwed!

And you know why that doesnt work? Because I'm too white for my own good D:

Anyways, I don't think I have much to say besides I apologize for Alfred repeating himself so much XD It kinda makes himself seem gay for Matthew xD Well in my opinion it does u_u

See you one last time in the last chapter!

LAAAASSTTT!