Anyone willing to beta this story for me? If so, send me a PM.
Oh, someone said the whole Arthur-living-in-a-tent reminded them of Tohru from Fruits Basket and how she lived in a tent. And that's where I got the idea to make him live in a tent from.
And only one person picked up on the fact that the cult didn't plan well and the fact that killing Arthur' s mum wasn't necessary. Good job, observant reader. There's a reason for it.
Now, how about I finish this annoying Authors' Note and you all can read the next chapter?
{~oOo~}P E R F E C T S{~oOo~}
"Good. I'll ask our head chef to prepare you a nice meal." Gilbert grinned and walked away. Arthur sighed and glanced around. The best he could do was cooperate with these dolts and somehow escape after he earned their trust. And his bindings were being increasingly more uncomfortable. The rope scratched his wrists and dug into his skin. Gilbert returned a half an hour later, holding a plate. "Now. I'm going to free your hands,and lock the door. Eat up." he crooned, bending to untie the knots. Once he finished, Arthur shot him a dirty glare. "Goodbye, Sacred One." Gilbert exited the room, and Arthur heard the faint click of a door being locked. Sighing, the Misfit picked up the plate. He was greeted by the aroma of a baked chicken breast and a side of steamed vegetables. And there were mashed potatoes. Arthur had to admit, the food actually tasted good and everything seemed cooked to perfection. The spices used on the chicken blended in complete harmony, and the vegetables were cooked just right. He savoured each bite that entered his mouth, although the food tasted slightly off. But it went mostly unnoticed by the Brit. Arthur could get used to this. Wait, No! He needed to get out, not lose himself in the good cooking! Arthur quickly shovelled the remaining food on his plate, ignoring how Alfred like it was. The Misfit took in his surroundings and saw he was in an all white room, with a single window. Or,his way out. "I-I'll get out as soon as I...rest.." Arthur slurred incoherently. His his heavy eyelids closed and he fell into a medicine-induced sleep.
Gilbert whistled a tune, walking down the halls merrily. They had finally gotten Arthur. Now once they had brainwashed him, their plan could be put into action. Gilbert grinned as he opened one of the chestnut coloured brass doors. "Antonio! I think Arthur is going to cooperate. He's falling for the 'Sacred One' story you dreamt up. Even though he really is the 'Sacred One' for different reasons, of course." Gilbert announced, slamming the door. "Oh, greaaat~ once he trusts us more, we can brainwash him, Kay?" Antonio grinned, munching on a tomato. "okey. Remember this was made possible by the awesome me."
"Yeah. Sure." Antonio replied absently. Gilbert stretched "I spiced his food with sleeping medication. He should be out in ten minutes."
"Good job Gilbert. Now what will his code name be?"
"He's from England, right? So call him England."
"Perfect. Everyone else here has nicknames. Our plan will be put into motion in a few days."
Alfred held a can of cat food, still stunned at Arthur's living standards. He noticed a small folding table set up with pens scattered about. "Probably his desk.." Alfred walked until his foot stepped on some fabric. He picked it up and saw it was a blood-stained shirt. "What happened to him..? Wasn't this the cast he was wearing around his arm? Arthur...what exactly happened to your arm?" Alfred raked his hands through his hair and sighed. "I need to save Arthur."
Alfred ran back to Matthew and Francis. "I found where he lives. It's a tent. I can't believe he lives there!" Alfred panted, having ran back. Matthew choked on his drink and Francis gasped. "Mon ami...We need to rescue him!"
Francis stood up, a determined gleam in his eyes. "That's the spirit! C'mon!" Alfred shouted, running out. Francis gave a spirited cry and followed. Matthew simply facepalmed and tailed after them.
Alfred sighed "Apparently Arthur was given a sedative by a dark brown haired person, with an odd curl sticking from his head. This person had amber eyes. In the doorway, there was an albino and another dark brown haired person."
"Okay. Should be easy enough to find, right?" Francis asked. Alfred nodded "Now..let's go. People said the kidnappers were wearing robes, so let's check the church?" "Sounds good to me." Matthew murmured. The trio walked off in the direction of the church.
"Does anyone ever go to this place?" Alfred asked, stepped around debris. The church was old and dark, with dust everywhere. Glass littered the ground, and Alfred cautiously side-stepped it Francis coughed "I'm pretty sure there's a new one. Let's go over there."
When the three finally arrived at the current church, their unease disappeared. This church looked a lot more welcoming, with it's white paint and a red cross. Alfred knocked on the door, to be greeted by a man dressed in silky robes. "Hello. Are you here to pray or confess?" Alfred looked up and stuttered "U-um yeah. Come on Mattie and Francis." Said teenagers nodded and they scampered in.
The atmosphere instantly darkened once inside the church. "Ah. Take your time here. I'll be back." The man bowed before running off. "I'll follow him." Alfred whispered. Matthew and Francis both nodded
Alfred crept behind the man. He watched as the man removed a wig, revealing snowy white hair. "Wha..." Alfred was dumbfounded. And he heard a distant voice call "Gilbert! Check up on Arthur. It's about time we get the brainwashing started.
And Alfred knew exactly who these people were.
{~oOo~}M I S F I T S{~oOo~}
I found this chapter hard to write. Probably because I scared myself reading a lot of Creepypastas.
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Creepypasta. Not if you value your childhood. I will never watch Spongebob or play Pokemon Silver again. ;-; I'm scarred.