The door was marked. It was imperfect and tainted and ugly and ruined! Spoilt by two large numbers and Arthur's mind was sent reeling. He head began to spin and spin and spin and he didn't know how to stop it, he didn't know what was going on, everything felt so strange and distorted, yet so safe and abnormally ordinary.
Arthur stared at the door. He scowled at it and glared and focused all of his energy on conveying his pure hatred. He couldn't stand it! Suddenly, a shadow stood behind the other side of the door, and was opened with a little click. The blond's head perked up slightly and his eyes widened.
"Hello." A man with a thick scarf smilled. His voice was heavily accented, but Arthur's mind was unable to process it. "You are to come with me, da?"
Arthur just gazed up at him curiously, with sparkling eyes. His lips twitched at the corner and he tried to smile. It was only when the man moved towards him that Arthur noticed the little ruby-coloured speckles that decorated the long scarf. The man hauled him up to his feet by his arm and proceeded to drag him out of the room.
"Where are we going?" Arthur found his voice. It sounded strange and foreign and wrong in so many different ways, but he didn't mind. He quite liked the sound and he laughed. "Where?"
"Ah," the man smirked and glaced at Arthur, at his torso - at his shirt - his white, long shirt that covered his knees. Was it a shirt? Arthur wasn't sure. It was white and pure and beautiful, all except for the figures it displayed on the front and on the shoulders. Arthur scowled; it was hardly white at all. Now, it was red, it wasn't pure and beautiful! "We are going somewhere, very, very important, da, One?"
One.
One.
One!
"I'm One." Arthur smiled, and the man beside him nodded with a sweet smile.
"Da. Yes, you are, my friend. You're One."
Arthur's mind went blank - even his disconnected thoughts mutilated themselves further - as he was tugged down a white, white corridor. He didn't even take note of the colour of the walls. He didn't even glare or scowl or even spare a second glance to the little dots and clumps of crimson, of red, that could occasionally be seen, and as the patches of scarlet widened and became more frequent, Arthur's crazed smile fell from his dry, cracked lips.
"I'm One."