A plan.

He had to make a plan.

But first, he had to get up from this floor.

He looked near him and found a brand to white sheet. It was bright and was made of lovely silk. Too bad it would have to get ruined. He reached over with his left arm, the one closet to the fabric. Well at least he tried to but winced in pain. Wonderful, his left arm was broken. He sighed hoping that his right arm wasn't or this would prove to be more difficult then it would have to. He groaned as he forced his body to turn over making sure not to crush his left arm under his own body. He reached for the cloth with his left arm and smiled when he grabbed a hold of it. Perfect, that means he only broke his left arm and needed only one sling. It didn't matter too much anyway though. After all, he was right handed anyway.

He took the white sheet and applies pressure to the any part of his body that was bleeding, which was a lot. He stayed like that for about a half an hour, until all his cuts and bruises were giving off only a little blood. When that was done he took the sheet that was now stained red and wrapped it around his body, attempting to get up. He forced himself to sit up and put his right arm on the ground turning around and putting both his knees on the ground. He stayed like that for a moment.

Okay good so far, neither of his knees were broken this time.

He tried to push himself up with his right leg and hissed in pain, a pain he knew too well.

His right ankle had been sprained, wonderful.

He quickly switched his legs forcing himself up with his left leg that was thankfully fine. He leaned himself against the wall sighing. It hurt a lot, but he had experienced worse.

Oh yes, he had experienced much worse.

So to him, this was absolutely nothing.

He glanced behind him to stare t the large puddle of blood behind him. It was a lot, due to the many times his brother had damaged him, he was able to tell it wasn't enough to make him light headed and pass out.

This was good, because he needed all the time he could possibly get.

So from there he limped all the way back to his room dripping blood all over the hard wood floor.

Now he understood better why they only had hard wood floors, so much easier to clean up the mess.

He walked into his room and dropped the now red sheet on the floor. He began to strip off his clothes and sighed at them with a frown. Blood was so hard to get out of clothes so he always ended up throwing them away. Good thing he made sure never to wear his favorite bomber jacket was his brother was in a cross mood. He learned that the first time. Luckily he was able to get most of it out, however you could still see dull splotches of red on it, especially where the fifty on the back was. He decided that he would probably burn the clothes outside later, no point in even trying to get the blood out now, especially since it was beginning to set. He took an old bathrobe and put it around him. He would probably just wear this and stay in his room tonight. That should be long enough for all the bleeding to stop and for his cuts to begin scabbing. He quickly went through one of his draws still limping and saw his collection of casts and slings that he had made himself. Hey, He had to find some way to medicate himself since there was no possible way his brother would take him to the hospital, not that he wanted to go anyway. Hospitals were filled with people who did nothing but complain about how they were going to die, it annoyed him with a burning passion. He grabbed his homemade arm sling and quickly set up his left arm inside it. He then looked at his ankle. It was swollen and warm to the touch, turning a nasty black and blue color. He tried to move it and winced. No good, it only moved slightly. That means for this particular damage he would need a splint. It was bad, but no to bad. He would still be able to go places if he was careful, and it could have been worse. He grabbed his homemade split and limped over to his desk sitting down at the chair next to it and applying it to his ankle. Once applied, he look at the laptop that was on his desk and turned it on, opening his routine tabs. Facebook, Youtube, Google and Creepypasta, and then he would turn on his Skype. While all of that was loading he looked through his desk draws and took out a pen and paper. He was going to have to take notes, maybe look up pervious murder cases. Yes he knew that for cases to be online would mean that the person at fault must have gotten caught, but he was going to improve it. Modify it. Maybe even combine a few ideas. He was serious about his decision, he just needed to find the perfect way and the perfect timing, everything had to be perfect. So he began by typing in something general into Google first. 'Previous Murder Cases'. Yes, for now this would be fine. He understood that this whole panning thing would take some time, and he was okay with that. He just needed to get it done.

He researched for about an hour completely in the zone. That's why he was so excited to hear a sudden ringing noise. He jumped slightly dropping the pen that had been in his hand, almost having a heart attack. However he sighed in relief when he saw that it was someone trying to contact him on Skype. It was his friend Im Yong Soo asking for a video conference. He debated declining it for a moment but figured he could use some help. After all, Im Yong Soo understood Alfred better than anybody, too bad he lived all the way in North Korea. He could really use a friend like him right about now. He pressed accept.

Once accept was pressed Im Yong Soo appeared on screen. The Korean boy of sixteen, same age as Alfred was currently smoking a cigarette. His brown hair was a mess as usual and his somewhat of a mixture of gold and hazel eyes had a dullness to them- as usual. He let out a puff of smoke which sort of fogged up the webcam a bit before speaking. "Your brother fucked you up again huh?" He said in a nonchalant tone. His thick Korean accent was apparent as he sounded neither surprised nor worried.

"Basically." Alfred responded simply as he reached down to get his pen and began to write down ideas on his piece of paper again.

It was quiet for a moment before Yong spoke again, finding his cigarette more interesting than the actual conversation. "How bad is it?" He asked.

Alfred shrugged. "Cuts, bruises, left arm is broken, right ankle is sprained." He said simply.

Yong Soo took another puff of smoke, letting it out. "So all in all not that bad." He said. He was dead serious and wasn't trying to be funny at all. Alfred simply nodded. Yong Soo gave a sigh and watched his American friend through his computer. "So what are you up too now?" He asked observing the situation. He noticed the American was unusually serious and calm bout the situation when usually he would sit and bitch for a good hour. He could see the difference in his eyes and noticed he was so interested in the piece of paper that he was writing on that he hadn't even looked up at the screen once. Yong was very observant of these types of things. He was also pretty confident that he knew Alfred even more than Alfred knew himself. "You are looking very concentrated. Also, you wouldn't have accepted my video request if you didn't want to tell me about it, whether the motion to click the accept button was voluntary or on accent." He said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the ashtray nearby.

Alfred snickered slightly at this. "As observant as ever I see." He said simply as he stopped writing and put the pen down. "This is what I've been working on." He said not saying it allowed but showing him a piece of paper. At the top of the page was 'Planning My Brothers Death' and under it were a bunch if ideas, organized in a certain manner.

Yong Soo looked at the piece of paper and shrugged at it, as if it was completely normal. "So you are serious about this." He said, not making it a question but a statement. He didn't need to ask, since Alfred's whole body language had changed.

"Yeah, I am." Alfred said without hesitating. His mind was set.

Yong Soo stared at Alfred through the web cam. "Well then, I suppose I could help out a bit." He said simply. "But first, you should rest. To pull off something like this you need a clear head and you must be completely focused. It's like eleven at night where you are right? Sleep."

Alfred would usually argue about this, trying to convince the man that he was fine but he simply nodded. Alfred was one to make bluffs and to fool around often but this one time he was not playing any games. He refused to get caught either. After all, Alfred knew well that Im Yong Soo was experienced with these type of things, him having hinted the killing of a few men himself. Of course he didn't elaborate but Alfred didn't need him to. "Alright Yong Soo, I'll talk to you later then, hopefully I'll be in better shape in the morning."" He said giving a small growl. "That fucking bastard is dead." He mumbled.

Im Yong Soo simply nodded. "Yes Yes Alfred, I know. Well then, jal jja." He said wishing Alfred a good night before cutting off the web cam.

Alfred sighed at the finished conversation and got up from his desk. He winced slightly as he limped over to his bed and simply fell on it so he was lying on his back. He stared at the ceiling until he finally willed himself to go to sleep.