There was a silence in the room as Matthew finished his story. But from what the violet eyed man could see, Arthur and Francis were about to bust a couple veins and Alfred was sitting there trying to process the story. Arthur locked his sights back on Matthew.

"So, what does this story about my IDIOTIC AND BLOODY MENTAL brother have to do with you disappearing? I doubt you practiced your shooting for a whole day." His dad questioned, strangling a pillow which Matthew assumed he was pretending to be Alistair. At the question, the other family members focused on the teen again. He sighed and cleared his throat.

"Well, one day when I was about 13, a man by the name of Craig saw me shooting at the range. I guess the fact that I was my age and a good shooter presented the thought that I was some sort of professional so he approached me. Craig offered his assistance as a secretary and it got me thinking, or whatever. It didn't sound so bad at the time and I felt it would impress uncle. I accepted Craig's help along with the job." Matthew's throat clenched together and he looked at his family in desperation.

"What job, Mathieu?" Francis asked hesitantly, not liking at all where this was going.

"I-I became a… I'm an assassin." Matthew said finally, voice cracking in the middle of the statement. The silence that followed reminded Matthew of the vivid nightmare he had only the night before. He was staring at his feet, tears threatening to flow once more.

"Oh, Mattie." Alfred breathed.

"T-the first contract was e-e-easy. A-and it was a horribly, disgusting man. I-I never… This was never my plan. My alias spread through t-the n-networks and the next years w-were an uncontrollable w-whirlwind and I couldn't-"Matthew choked out.

There was a high pitched sound that came from in front of him and the teen chanced a glance up to see his family staring back with wide eyes. The sound seemed to have been made by Arthur and Matthew bit his lip. Said man stood up and stumbled a bit before catching his balance.

"I-I think I need to think about this for a while." He said before running out of the room. Matthew let out a sob when he heard the slam of a door and stood up himself. He clutched at his rib, tripped over his feet before gaining balance, and ran as fast as his injuries would allow.

By the time Matthew finally finished running he realized that he was standing outside of his headquarters. He unlocked the door and closed it behind him before running to the bathroom of the building. Tears still streaming freely, he ripped his sweater off and lifted the t-shirt that was under it to view his injured side. Matthew flinched at the very noticeable black, purple, and yellow bruise forming there. He knew he had a broken rib but at the moment he really couldn't care less. Don't get him wrong, it hurt. A lot. But his mind was in other places.

Matthew walked to the main room where all of his equipment was set up and looked around feeling a little lost. He made his way to the seating area and carefully lowered himself onto the couch, clutching his side. The teen sighed and straightened out his thoughts.

He would go back tomorrow. They would probably be cooled off by then… Or would they? Matthew felt the dark parts of his mind reaching out and grappling on to everything it could get its oily black coils around. What if they never forgave him? What if they disowned him? Alfred had even said he was worthless. Right? Was that real? No, that was a dream. Right? Oh god, he was losing his mind. He pulled at his strawberry blonde locks, hissing at the pain the action caused him, both from pulling at his bruised scalp and jostling his bruised side. He was a wreck and why haven't his god damn tears stopped? Matthew scrubbed violently at his face, knocking his glasses off and letting them fall wherever.

The violet eyed man sighed for what was probably the millionth time that day and lowered himself slowly into a laying position. Tears continued to fall as Matthew wondered just how everything went wrong in the span of one day before closing his eyes and diving into a restless unconsciousness.

I'm SORRRREEEEEHHHHHH! I couldn't let him off just yet! If I ever had a kid that told me that, I would probably react like Arthur. Sorry future possible assassin child.

Anyways, only 4-ish more chapters to go! Thank you for all the feedback and compliments! You people are so amazing! Also, don't search up bad bruising on Google. Seriously. Be specific when you search things. I'VE SEEN THINGS, MAN! I am shuddering right now.

SilverDawn1313: No problem! Yeah, even though it was hard to walk through it was really fun to frolic in. :P Oh my! You are so kind! I can't stress it enough how honoured I am to make you people happy! I am so glad that you enjoy my story!

Riane V: Sorry ;) I hope this is enough to make up for it?! I also hope this is a good enough explanation! Because, really. Who makes good decisions when they're 13. Right? Or is that just me? I'll show myself out. But no, camping is the best thing in the winter! You can make a fire and be all toasty warm! It is something you should definitely do if you come to Canada!