Thanks to sparklybutterfly42 for reviewing on all three of my previous chapters! I am really happy that you gave me some feedback! This chapter talks about how Alfred started becoming so heroic and wanting to save lives and stuff like that. After this is the epilogue. Please review and thanks!

Arthur Kirkland was the kid in class who every day got brutally harassed…

It was back in middle school when Alfred first saw Arthur Kirkland. He never cared about the boy with blonde hair, emerald eyes, and gigantic eyebrows. Nope, Alfred only cared about fitting in. He never cared for the boy who he had a strange pull to.

For two years, Arthur endured the bullying with a mask of bravery. He couldn't take it one day after one particularly nasty insult and the worst beating he had ever gotten. Alfred didn't realize it because Arthur always had a nasty temper and never seemed to falter from the bullying, but he had a terrible home life.

Arthur's mother had died when he was born, and his father, his sister, and his brothers blamed him for it. Only one brother hadn't tried to hurt him in some way, but he never did anything to stop it. The only things his family did for him was cook, but other than that, Arthur had to fend for his own. The bullying was just too much for him.

That fateful day, Arthur grabbed the gun from his dad's drawers and snuck back into his room. He quickly wrote a note for his family (not that they would care, or that's what he had thought) that said "I can't take life no more" and shot himself in the head.

And just like that, his life was gone.

All of us just sat back and watched it happen…

When the news of Arthur's suicide was announced, there were some laughs from some football players and cheerleaders and some "Good riddance! That freak is finally gone!" They were quickly shut up by Arthur's two club mates.

Alfred was just silent once he had heard the news. He didn't understand anything at all. What was that agonizing pain in his chest? Why was he almost crying? He didn't understand, and he didn't want to. He knew one thing was for certain. He knew he could have done something to help.

He really didn't have any problem with Arthur. Sure, he was terrible at cooking and believed in magic and was probably schizophrenic, but he never thought that was any reason to hate him and call him a freak. He honestly didn't think it was his problem back then.

Then a particularly obnoxious shout was heard after school.

"That freak is finally dead! God, he was such a loser, he deserved whatever came to him!" Some boy laughed. No one else was laughing and just stared at him with cold eyes. And in that moment, Alfred felt something snap in him.

"You take that back you bastard!" He cried, lunging at the boy and punching him in the face. This caused a fight that the teachers had to break up. Alfred got suspended for a week, but the other boy got it worse for speaking crap about the deceased. Alfred couldn't help but think that that boy wasn't raised right.

This is our problem…

As much as Alfred didn't want to get involved with others at that time, he knew that others being hurt was not only that person's problem, but everyone else's problem as well. He knew that the world wasn't a happy, perfect place like he forced himself to believe. He learned this when Arthur Kirkland killed himself.

Everyone always closed their eyes when they were scared. Alfred did that too, but now he decided that enough was enough. Even though he had always claimed to be a hero, he never really was a hero until he decided at that moment. He wanted to save lives.

If we make a choice and be the voice for those who won't speak up for themselves…

It was four years later on the day Arthur died that Alfred made an announcement to the enter school.

"Hi, so I know that this assembly is for Arthur, but I just wanted to say something to prevent this from happening again," he spoke into the microphone. "In middle school, I never cared for Arthur. I didn't realize how bad his life was. Well, now I changed. Last year, I saved the lives of Lovino Vargas and Natalya Arlovskaya, who are now my best friends.

"If you don't know their story, Lovino was always compared to his brother and bullied all the time, but that didn't stop him from living. Until one day he just couldn't take it anymore. He came to school with a gun one day, and stood on the roof. He yelled to everyone about what they did wrong and tried to shoot himself. I ran up there and stopped him.

"Natalya was thought to be crazy simply because she didn't want to be alone. That didn't work out very well because she just drove everyone away. Lovino and I noticed that she was always alone and had cuts on her arm. We decided to sit by her at lunch, and then we convinced her to throw away the anti-depressant pills that she no longer needed.

"I'm saying this because I want to make a stand. Most of the seniors here had all made fun of and bullied Arthur, save for his former club mates and others who were either too scared to help or just didn't care. I felt really bad about never taking a stand, and I still do. I regret everything I did."

So don't keep walkin' by…

"We need to take a stand," Alfred continued, his voice getting louder. "We did nothing and turned our back on Arthur when he needed someone! His home life sucked! His brother and his other siblings and his father hated him! We can't just keep walking away from those in need! Stand up if you know it's the right thing to do! If being bullied is the price you have to pay for doing the right thing, then so be it! At least you're helping! I wanted to help Arthur, but I was so focused on fitting in! Now I realize what we could have been if I had just talked to him and became his friend! I loved him, but I didn't realize it until after he was gone! We need to stop this from happening! We need to be heroes!"

Our time is now