So I checked my email and I had over twenty emails about this story. And I had thirteen reviews.
THIRTEEN.
Do you understand how BIG that is for me? Thirteen reviews for only three chapters! And to everyone who favourited and added this to story alerts, review. Just kidding, I won't force you to review, just enjoy reading it. Oh! If any of you have seen RomaHeta you'll understand why I put Feli and Lovi in the cult. Because of Holy!Romano and Italy.
So I'll stop talking(typing..?) now and let you read chapter four.
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Arthur walked to school, thinking of the cult. So they were here too. Arthur sighed. Usually, that meant he'd pack up his little tent and flee somewhere. But there was one thing preventing the Misfit. And that one thing's name was Alfred. Arthur knew he was putting himself in immense danger, but he was willing to risk it. Still, he couldn't figure out why he wanted to stay with Alfred so bad. He passed it off with saying it was because Alfred was his first friend.
Sadly, Arthur's trek to school ended all too quickly for him. He didn't really enjoy school. True, Alfred had greatly improved his school experience. Arthur sighed and pulled the heavy doors to the academy. He was about to walk in when he heard a familiar voice that made his breath hitch. "Hey! Hold the door Artie!" Arthur turned to see Alfred running. Arthur smiled as Alfred reached him, breathing heavily. "Hello Alfred. Morning." "Good mornin'! Your arm any better?" "I'm afraid it will take a while to heal completely." "Oh." the American pouted. "Well..it'll get better, at least!"
"Eww...Alfred why are you hanging out with him?" an unfamiliar voice spat. "He's..disgusting." The girl laughed "You should hang with us." "Hey, Arthur is cool!" Alfred retorted. Arthur, used to all the ridicule, quietly ran off to his locker. More people laughed and pointed at him. Arthur sighed and hurried to his locker, which was once again, trashed with graffiti and offensive words. He opened the locker, and pulled out the necessary books for his first class. The today was going to be horrendous.
Arthur sat boredly in his British History class. He never paid much attention in such a dull and dreary class such as Brit. History. All was normal, until the door burst open. In the doorway stood a silvered-haired man, with horrifyingly red eyes. The whole class let out collective gasps. "Is Arthur Kirkland in this class..?" Two more appeared behind the albino. Lovi and Feli. "Oy, hurry up you Prussian bastard! We dot have all day." "Calm down Lovino. Is Arthur in this class, or have we gotten the wrong one?" "Uh.." the teacher adjusted his glasses and pointed to the back of the room, where Arthur sat in awe. Lovino quickly made his way to Arthur' who jumped and attempted to run. But it was too late. Lovino injected him with the sedative. And everything went black.
Arthur woke up in a cold room, surrounded by nothing but the bitter darkness and his own thoughts. A dangerous combination it was. He had no idea why he was here, and why the cult wanted him. His hands were bound behind his back. The door opened, to reveal one of the Italian brothers, dressed in a white robe, and a red scarf like thing draped on his shoulders. "Just checking on you, ve~!" Tue voice revealed it to be the more cheery of the brothers. Arthur said nothing, and the door closed again.
Lovino growled,flipping through papers. He knew the reason Arthur was sought after.
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The rain fell at a constant rate, and thunder cut through the air.
"Sir! Sir! I've got word that He has been born." "Where is he?" "A small village in Utopia England." "Wonderful, send out people to collect the Sacred Child." "As you wish sir!" the man scurried off, giddy with excitement. The Misfits would finally have justice! They wouldn't be looked down upon. For the Sacred Child would lead the revolution. "Send out men to Cambridge! The Sacred One has been born!" The room buzzed with calamity, and troops were sent out to retrieve the Sacred One.
When the troops arrived, the Sacred One's mum had refused to give up her precious son. The cult had threatened her, but she wouldn't back down. And so war was basically declared. The Cult spent years trying to get the Sacred One. Until one fateful November evening. The Kirkland house was silent. Arthur's mum sound asleep in her room, Arthur sleeping respectively in his own. The cult has snuck in, throwing gasoline all over. And matches. Then, at exactly 22:14, the house was set ablaze. The cult had gotten Arthur out before lighting the house, and the sleeping child rested in Lovino's arms. Even though Lovino wasn't much older than Arthur.
That night, the cult watched as the house burnt to nothing. They had tried to escape with Arthur, but Arthur had wriggled free and ran off.
The cult had searched for him seven years, until finding out he was in America and traveling there. And the cult finally had him.
Their saviour.
The Sacred One.
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Alfred was alerted of Arthur's disappearance at lunch, when the Misfit failed to arrive. Alfred asked teachers, until discovering that Arthur was taken in their first class of the day. And the part that angered Alfred the most was the fact that not one person had cared.
Cared about his disappearance. And some had even witnessed the cult sedate Arthur. Alfred figured Arthur had been hiding from this cult for a while. But he didn't know much about him at all. His primary concern was getting Arthur back.
He'd need help.
And he knew just where to get it.
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I'm excited. All of these reviews ^_^
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, my pretties. It gives you some insight as to why the cult wants him and Arthur's past. More will be revealed later, including some of Alfred's own past. You'll learn why Alfred has no problem talking with Misfits.
Excuse spelling mistakes as I'm very lazy and don't like proof reading.