This whole chapter... just escalates quickly... Sorry. :(
Chapter warnings: blood, suspense, cliffhanger.
Gilbert opened the door to his apartment, only to find Francis sprawled out on the floor, blood pooling around his head. Gilbert dropped to his knees, and put his fingers over his friend's pulse.
…He's alive.
"Thank god." Gilbert ran a hand through his hair. He searched his apartment, almost tore it apart. Matthew was no where to be found.
"Damn it." Gilbert muttered, genuinely worried about the younger boy. He ran downstairs, and jumped in his car.
"Ve~ Hi Gilbert!" A voice greeted from the backseat. Gilbert visibly jumped, startled by his brother's boyfriend, Feliciano.
"Jesus Christ Feli!" Gilbert exclaimed. "Don't scare me like that!"
"Ve~ Sorry Gilbert, I just wanted to know if you want to find Matthew."
Gilbert turned around to face the small boy. "You know where he is?"
"Yep! He is at an abandoned warehouse on 52nd street. Better hurry."
"Wait!" Gilbert grabbed Feliciano's arm. The younger boy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "How do you know?"
"Ve~ After you visited us, I had Matthew followed." The boy smiled as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Suddenly the door opened, and a tall Russian man climbed in.
"Better hurry up da?"
Gilbert looked at Ivan before turning around and starting the car. The odd trio made their way to the warehouse Feliciano informed Gilbert about.
They entered the building. It was dark and cold. The trio walked down a hallway, the floors made of mesh wire.
The long hallway lead above large opening, one room.
"Matthew!" Gilbert yelled, running down the stairs, leaving the other two behind. He was focused on getting to the blonde laying on the floor, his red sweatshirt covered in blood. "…Mattie?" Gilbert whispered, picking up the blonde boy.
"Bravo!" A male voice exclaimed. Gilbert looked up, the sight raising his eyebrows. At the top of the stairs opposite of where he had come in, the man he had almost hit earlier that night was slowly making his way down the stairs. "Really, I must say, I'm impressed."
The man seemed to be smiling beneath his mask. "But do you know who Matthew is?"
Gilbert's eyebrows furrowed, showing his confusion. "Ah, you don't." The man said, as if Gilbert answered his question without words.
"Let me start from the beginning of it all…"
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