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Alfred instinctively reached out to grip Arthurs sleeve and stared in mute horror as the same ghost they saw earlier just stood in the center of the walkway, in front of the doors into the huge mansion, grinning.
Alfred took a breath and glared, "What the fuck did you do to my brother! Where is he?"
The ghost's smile widened. He brought up a finger to his pale lips and motioned for Alfred to be quiet. Alfred grew outraged and made to step forward, but the second Alfred blinked, the ghost had vanished again.
"You know what? He is really starting to get on my nerves! Does he think we are playing a fucking game or something?" Alfred screamed out at the mansion.
Alfred heard Arthur walk forward, and sure enough just a second later, he placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "Don't let him rile you up. That might be his goal."
Alfred shook Arthur's hand off and started to head for the mansion doors. Arthur gave a sigh but followed.
"You ready?" Alfred turned to give Arthur a questioning look.
"No, I don't think I ever will in this village, but we have to push forward to find both your brother, and mine."
Alfred glanced sharply at Arthur. That's right, his brother Peter is also missing. Alfred gave a nod and they both latched on to the door's handles. With a hard pull, the doors slowly opened. Alfred peered into the dark entryway and laced his fingers through Arthurs. A blush appeared on his face, but he didn't need to worry if the Brit saw or not because it was pitch black. Arthur took the first step into the mansion and Alfred followed. The doors slammed shut and they both gave a yelp and glanced back at their only way out, for now at least.
"You think it's locked?" Alfred stated in a wavering voice.
"Do I even have to answer that one, Yankee?" Arthur rolled his eyes at Alfred.
Alfred opened his mouth to protest the name calling when a dim light flickered on just behind one of the standing screens. A shadow of what appeared to be a girl with cropped short hair appeared. Alfred and Arthur squeezed each other's hands and watched the shadow stand up.
"Vanya?" The shadow moved slowly forward, heading towards the end of the screen. The light flickered then was gone, taking the shadow of the girl with it.
"At least…at least she didn't try and kill us…." Alfred timidly smiled at Arthur.
"Yes, very odd though…." Arthur looked around the foyer and when he could see no item that could be of use to them, he walked up the three steps and carefully moved forward, past the numerous standing screens.
"Hey look!"
Alfred let go of Arthurs hand and ran forward to a corner of the room. He bent down and picked up something. When he turned around a click was heard and suddenly a beam of bright light blasted Arthur's face.
"Bloody Yankee! Point that anywhere but my face, please!"
"Oh! Sorry man!" Alfred flicked the flashlight up to the ceiling while keeping his eyes on Arthur.
They both glanced down the hallway and gave a nervous glance.
"Well…uhh…gentlemen always go first, right?" Alfred chuckled out and shoved Arthur forward.
"Don't you mean the hero?" Arthur turned around and grabbed Alfred by the wrist, yanking him forward.
"How about we both hold hands and go together." Alfred squeaked.
Arthur smiled and grabbed Alfred's hand, pulling both of them along until they reached the end of the hallway where it split off to two doors. Alfred let go of Arthurs hand and tried the door on the right that had a butterfly marking. He found it locked and growled in frustration. Arthur had the better luck, however, for he was able to open the door on the left.
"It's probably because they know you like unicorns and fairies and shit." Alfred mumbled, pushing past Arthur.
Arthur smirked, though Alfred missed it for he had the flashlight and chose to ignore Arthur, walking further into the small antechamber. The room only had one Japanese screen, a table with cluttered with books, and an alcove with two bookshelves. Alfred gave it a glance and walked over to the door on the other side of the room. Arthur held back a snort. Figures the American cared little for books. He would have liked to stay and read a few, but his little brother, and Alfred's was top priority.
Alfred opened the door and they both found it led to another hallway. Arthur gave a sigh and offered to lead the way. He held out his hand.
"What?" Alfred raised an eyebrow and stared down at Arthur's open hand.
"What do you mean 'what,' you fool? I need the flashlight if I am going to lead the way!"
"No way, my flashlight! Get your own!" Alfred backed up a step and clutched the flashlight to his chest.
"Oh for the love of-"
"Ughhhhh….."
Arthur screamed as a hand drenched in blood from grotesque cuts reached out from the darkness and tried to grab the Brit.
"What the fuck is that!" Alfred screeched, pointing the flashlight at the ghost with shaky hands.
The ghost appeared to be what was once a beautiful man with shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes with just a hint of stubble on his chin…..if it were not for the fact that every inch of his body was covered in grotesque cuts and gashes, covering him in a continues layer of blood.
Suddenly the ghost lurched forward, toward Arthur again. Arthur cried out as nails raked across his chest. Alfred grew angry and remembered he camera in his backpack. He pulled it out as Arthur just managed to doge another attack and raised the camera till the lens met his eye. He took a breath and squeezed the trigger. The ghost let of a garbled cry of pain and was blasted back from the force of the cameras power.
It regretfully recovered fairly quickly and lurched forward in a stagger, towards Arthur. Alfred clicked the shutter again but still the ghost didn't vanish. Alfred whimpered as he stuffed the camera into his bag. He took Arthur's hand by the wrist.
"Too strong, we are making a run for it!"
"What?"
The two boys ran down the hall, turning around the corner. A terrible moan came from the hallway wall and Alfred and Arthur paused just for a moment to see another ghost emerging out from the wall. This ghost had the same cuts and gashes as the other, but looked a lot less friendly with bright red eyes and pale white hair. Alfred was sick of ghosts (and completely terrified, though Arthur would never know) so he ignored the new ghost and quickly went through the door in front of them.
"KolKolKol!"
Alfred's eyes widened and he looked around the huge room, searching for the ghost with the creepy violet eyes, but he was nowhere to be seen. Something else, however, was slowly forming in the center of the room as the laughter continued to ring throughout the room.
White mist became dark and swirled into a bigger mass. Dark black eyes formed, along with the rest of a aging face. The ghost moaned and floated forward toward the scared boys, black hair forming along with a dark moustache. The ghosts head became decorated with a military-looking helmet which fit tightly on the ancient man's head. Blood gurgled up from his throat and spilled from his cracked lips. And for some reason, snowflakes and wind raged around his bent and barely-visible form.
"I am so not fucking with that one." Alfred whispered out. Arthur's wide eyes stayed locked on the ghost but he managed to respond with a yes.
"On the count of three…" Alfred trembled.
"One…."
"Two…."
"Three!"
Alfred and Arthur bolted from their places just inside the door and ran around the outer rim of the huge room. A door lay just on the other side. Alfred gave a cry as he tripped over a piece of rotted wood and came crashing down on the tatami mats. Arthur had kept going, without realizing, and now looked back in horror as the ancient and terrifying ghost smiled an ugly smile and started to float to Alfred.
"No!" Arthur rushed forward and dragged Alfred by his upper arm to the door. He opened it and stumbled through, shutting it just as the ghost almost got Alfred by his backpack.
"Fucking bloody hell!"
"My thoughts exactly." Alfred wheezed out, clutching his chest tightly where his heart beat too quickly.
They were now in a small garden room that had a staircase leading up, the only way to go. Alfred tried caching his breath, and leaned his head back, looking up to the top of the stairs. He jolted and shot back to his feet when a passing figure at the top slowly glanced down at him.
"MATTIE!"
And you get another cliffhanger X3