Shinigami-cat: Well... I hope you all like this... I OWN NOTHING!

Welcome to chaos PART 2

"And that concludes today's club meeting!" Said Alfred happily. "Now if you excuse me I've got something to do!" No one seemed to care that Alfred called off the club meeting so early but with Alfred in charge, who cared what his motive was.

Arthur stood up and stretched. "Anyone hear what we had to do for homework?"

"Maths questions 4-18 a, b, c. History questions 3 and 4. Geography skills box 1-7. And read the next chapter of that book." Quoted Francis. "Thank goodness it's a long weekend."

Antonio sighed. "That mean I have to chop up more logs... Can I come by and borrow your axe?"

"Only if my dad is home." Said Francis. "He keeps the keys to the shed with him at all times."

Alfred laughed and grabbed his bag. "Okay then the hero is off. Mattie if I find out that you are hanging out with Gilbert again I will beat him to death with the nearest blunt object."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like hell you would do that."

Alfred flashed his usual hero grin at Gilbert and laughed darkly. "Don't tempt me." With that he turned and walked out of the building and down to the clinic. Today being Friday afternoon it would be the busiest time at the clinic. The perfect time to have a look around the supply cupboards for any drugs he might like to use.

He walked past the front of the clinic and looked through the door and smiled. There were lots of people there. No one would notice him at all. He grinned and walked around the back. He walked to the back door and slowly opened it. There was no one around. He walked inside and slowly made his way down the hall to the supply cupboard.

He snuck into the supply cupboard and grinned. There were so many syringes to choose from. He grabbed one of the larger ones and put it in his bag. After that he turned his attention to the drugs. He grabbed some bottles of anti-venom and some other ones with long names and bagged them. That would be more than enough, and just as quickly as Alfred arrived he left.

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It was Saturday and Alfred had locked himself in his room. He had the bottles of poison lined up along his desk and he frowned. 'So... am I really going to do this? Isn't anti-venom a medicine? But then again it's just snake venom... I wish I had some box jelly fish venom. That would really fuck him up... I'll grind up some up and mix it with some water. Not only will it give it colour but it will add an extra poison kick.'

He grinned and started to giggle. Madness had fully taken control of his body and refused to let go. "Yes... perfect." He grabbed the syringe and started to fill it with different amounts of venom. When he was done he walked out to the kitchen to get a small container of water, a knife and some rat poison. Once he had what he needed he walked back to his room and started to crush the pellets into powder, brush it into the container and mixed it around with the knife. When it had liquefied he sucked it up into the syringe and made sure there were no air bubbles.

He smirked and put the plastic protection cap over the needle and hid the evidence in his bag. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the liquid in the syringe. It was an amazing vibrant blue. He couldn't wait to see what this would do to Gilbert. "He's never going to get him now." Giggled Alfred happily. "Never, ever, ever!"

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Today was Sunday. Today Alfred had a plan. Today he would carry it out. He was sitting on the couch eating cereal with Matthew while watching TV. Matthew hadn't spoken to him since that day. Alfred had had enough of it. "Mattie..." Matthew said nothing. "Mattie... Mattie... Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie. Mattie... Mattie-"

"WHAT?" Snapped Matthew. "What do you want Alfred? What could you possibly want from me?"

Alfred laughed nervously. "Just wanted to talk to my little brother."

"Well I have nothing to say to you." Snapped Matthew.

"But Mattie!" Whined Alfred. "You can't still be mad about-"

"I AM!" Yelled Matthew. "YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME TO ASK HIM TO DO THAT?"

Alfred frowned. "What the hell are you so pissed about? I freaking saved you from making a huge mistake."

Matthew rolled his eyes. "The mistake of trying to get laid before my older brother."

"Hey don't get mad at me." Said Alfred. "I was helping you!" Matthew rolled his eyes and left the room. "Where do you think you're going?"

Matthew glared at Alfred. "Well since I'm such a slut I thought I'd go and sell myself on the street corner. No wait slut's do it for free!"

Alfred frowned. "That's not what I meant!"

Matthew rolled his eyes and walked out the door. "Maybe I will become a slut just to spite you." He hissed as he slammed the door.

Alfred frowned and walked to his room. He couldn't believe how stupid Matthew was acting. He was just trying to help him. Why couldn't Matthew see that? Was he just blinded by that albino freak? He would have to put his plan into action now.

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Within ten minutes Alfred was standing outside the back door of Gilbert's house with the syringe in his pocket and a baseball bat in hand. Just in case. He knocked at the door and waited. Several seconds later Gilbert was there. "What do you want Alfred?"

Alfred scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "Well I just wanted to say sorry for over reacting the other day. Can I come in?"

Gilbert frowned and looked at the bat in Alfred's hands. "Leave that at the door and you can come in."

Alfred nodded and walked inside, leaving the bat near the door. "Sure dude."

They walked into the kitchen and Gilbert leaned against the counter and looked at Alfred. "So..."

Alfred sighed. "Yeah... I just wanted to apologize for over reacting and stuff."

Gilbert grinned. "Good. Now don't do it again." He turned and walked over to the fridge. "You want a coke or something? No point in being pissed off about that kind of stuff anyway. I mean if things continue the way they are there won't be anyone left alive here."

Alfred laughed. "Yeah, that's true." He quickly looked around the kitchen and smirked when he saw a can of air freshener. What a can of air freshener was doing there he had no idea but he was glad for it. He grabbed it and waited for Gilbert to turn around. A few seconds later Gilbert closed the fridge door and held up two cans of coke. Alfred smirked and sprayed Gilbert in the eyes and swept his legs out from underneath him.

Gilbert hit the floor with a thump. He had his hands over his eyes and screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? THAT FUCKING BURNS!" Alfred just chuckled and dropped the can before walking over to Gilbert. He pulled the syringe out if his pocket and pulled off the plastic safety cap. He leaned down, grabbed Gilbert's arm and injected the thick blue liquid straight into Gilbert's veins.

Gilbert gasped and pulled his arm away. He started to sweat, cough and shiver. Now it was time to stand back and watch. "Now let's see what my mystery drug does to the human body!" Alfred laughed as Gilbert tried to stand up. His legs were shaking uncontrollably and he couldn't stop coughing.

Gilbert leaned against the counter and began to control his breathing. "Sorry but I have better things to do then be your play thing. Get out of my house."

Alfred grinned and slung his bat over his shoulders. "Now that's how the heir to the Beilschmidt's house is supposed to sound." Gilbert straightened his back and wobbled towards the door. "So you still have some fight left in you after all. But I doubt you'll be able to fight me any better than you did before. Why don't we take this party out to the old mines a few kilometres away? There isn't much there but I'm sure we can find a nice dark mine shaft for you to fall into."

Gilbert smirked and leaned against the wall. His eyes seemed blurred and his pupils were dilated. "You know... I could let you do that and you could torture me for days and days on end or I could just leave right now and be done with you."

Alfred laughed. "Leave? Try it if you can!"

Gilbert smirked and grabbed a knife out of the knife block. Alfred grinned and raised the bat ready for a fight. But Gilbert just chuckled and slammed the handle of the knife against the wall at about neck height and leaned into it. Cutting his neck. Alfred stopped in dead in his tracks. Gilbert pulled the knife out of his neck and stabbed himself again and again and again. With every stab blood splattered the wall and ran down the wall. Only to pool around his feet. Suddenly he dropped the knife and fell to the floor in a bloodied heap.

Alfred walked over to him and looked over his body. Crimson red liquid stained Gilbert's paper white skin and silver hair. His clothes were no longer clean and undirtied. His neck was almost completely ripped open. You could clearly see his spine through the thick crimson liquid. His eyes were glazed over and he had an expression of absolute shock on his face. Like he didn't even know he was going to die. Alfred giggled and poked him with the end of his bat.

"He's dead... I can't believe it. Must have been some kind of hallucinogenic..." He tried his best to stop himself from going into hysterics and just settled for small irregular bursts of laughter. "That's what you get freak!" He laughed. "That's what you get for touching Matthew! HA!" He shoved the syringe back into his pocket and ran out of the house with a huge smile on his face.

He ran out the back door and into the bushlands. Everything was perfect. It went off without a hitch and best of all Gilbert killed himself so he got no blood on himself. After he was a safe distance away from the house he slowed down and began to cough. 'Damn... That was so amazing... He's dead... He will never touch Matthew again... Did I catch something?'

Alfred stopped walking and shook his head. He felt so dizzy all of a sudden was trembling. He was barely holding himself up right anymore. He fell to the ground and began to cough violently. He felt sick. He didn't know what was wrong.

"You killed him didn't you Alfred." Whispered a voice. Alfred looked up and gasped. Matthew was standing over him with tears in his eyes. "Answer me Alfred. You just killed Gilbert didn't you?"

Alfred coughed and shook his head. "No... He stabbed himself. I didn't do anything to him."

"LIAR!" Cried Matthew. "YOU DID SOMETHING TO HIM! I KNOW YOU DID! WHAT DID YOU DO? POISON HIM? IS THAT WHAT YOU DID? ANSWER ME!"

Alfred's arms gave out and he fell to his side. He started to cough uncontrollably and sweat began to trickle down the back of his neck. The skin around his wrists and neck started to become itchy. "I'm sorry Matthew." He whispered. "I don't... I don't know why... I just..."

Matthew sighed and rubbed his eyes. "It's okay Alfred... You seem to be infected with that drug too. You'll die just like him."

Alfred's eyes went wide and his hand dove into his pocket. He wrapped his hand around the syringe and pulled it out. He yelped in pain and gasped as he felt something hot and warm drizzle down his leg. He had accidently injected himself with the drug. He looked up at Matthew with pleading eyes. "Please Matthew... Help me!"

Matthew smiled and shook his head. "I couldn't even if I wanted to Alfred."

Alfred couldn't believe what he was hearing. Why wouldn't Matthew help him? He started to scratch and dig at his throat. Matthew's eyes widened and he crouched down next to Alfred. He began to giggle. "I see... It sped up the effects of the curse. Congratulations Alfred. You by passed the footsteps, the hands, the voices and the maggots. Now you're just going to claw out your own throat... and the best part is you can't stop it."

Alfred whimpered and dug deeper into his throat. It itched so badly. He just needed to dig it out. "Please Matthew... Help me..."

Matthew ignored him and stood up. "If it makes it any better Alfred I don't blame you for killing Gilbert. I knew he was going to die soon. After all he is the first born of the Beilschmidt's. He was destined to die." He turned and began to walk away.

Alfred began to cry. He didn't want to die. Not now. He could feel a warm liquid start to run down his fingers. "Please Matthew... Please help me... I don't want to die!"

Matthew paused and looked over his shoulder. A twisted smirk stretched across his face and he giggled. "Don't worry Alfred. After a few minutes you won't be able to feel it. You can claw away until you bleed to death or dig out your windpipe. Whichever comes first."

TBC

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