Gomenasai! Gomenasai!
I've been so very lazy lately and not updated at all for you, my loyal readers!
Please forgive me! I'm such a lazy little author!
Aaaaaand now, the long-awaited Chapter 3!
In this chapter, Matthew is the same age as Peter! So, I guess you could say it has Insane! And Child!Canada.
Peter groaned as he woke up. To his relief, he was no longer in the dark hole of solitary confinement, but a better lit cell with a barred window letting in grimy light.
Good morning, sunshine! sang the voice inside his head.
No thanks to you, he thought, you're the one who got me stuck in here in the first place!
You called me, the voice, sounding a bit pouty, and I helped you deal with that bastard Arthur, and I would've finished the job if it wasn't for that stupid nurse.
Peter frowned. This was true, and Peter wouldn't have minded at all if that had happened.
In the shadows of the room, another voice stirred.
"Hello?"
Peter jumped- as well as he could for the straightjacket- and scooted away from the shadowy corner.
"I'm not going to hurt you," it said, moving closer. Peter heard the rustle of clothes as a young boy moved out of the shadows.
"Who're you?" Peter asked, sounding braver than he felt.
"I'm Matthew," said the boy, pushing his light brown hair away from his pale face. Matthew cocked his head. "You're new here, aren't you?'
Peter steeled himself. "What if I am?"
"I heard your screams down the hall, and you're in a straightjacket. O'ly the new ones come in straightjackets."
Peter noticed then that Matthew's hands and arms were free, and he felt a pang of jealousy.
"What have you got against Dr. Kirkland? He's the nicest doctor here-"
"He's a bastard," Peter snapped, turning his head away from Matthew. Matthew took the hint.
"If only life was as simple as love and hate," Matthew whispered, his eyes sparkling in a less-than-sane way.
After managing to dislodge Francis off of his person, Arthur smoothed his jacket and glared at said pervert.
"Francis," he said as calmly as physically possible at this point, "I want you to please- PLEASE- get out of my house and away from Alfred."
"Ohonhonhon, but of course! Anything for mon amou-"
"OUT, DAMMIT!"
Arthur sent Francis flying out the door.
It's late and short! I don't have enough talent or motivation for something longer than 400 words! I need motivation! And inspiration! And another coffee!
Peter: Mattie, you do NOT get any more coffee.
Me: Whyyyy? I lurves mah coffeh!
Arthur: Because you just screwed with the Queen's English, you bloody wanker.
Bye-nii!