It seemed way too quiet…
Way…
Too…
Quiet…
Arthur walked along the hallways of his home, being very…very cautious as he did so…
Turning his head every corner…
He sighed and was going to give up. The worst that could have happened was that he had left the house…wait. Left the…shit, even that isn't good. Arthur was sure he would have heard that, though.
As he walked about without direction, he heard something that sent chills down his spine. The only reason for that is because…other than Alfred, he was the only one there…he turned to face where he thought the source of the sound was…
"Alfred, what the hell-" Arthur was cut short by something, some something hitting him hard across the face and skull, causing him to collapse. Alfred loomed over him with a baseball bat. He was shaking and crying…