WARNING: Gore, grammatical errors (probably), and sorry if I accidentally offend people too L Language warning as well.
A/N: I really love writing for this story now! I don't really know how to do line breaks so…? Maybe when I publish this chapter I'll find out how… ANYWAY, I'm going to try to write more in my chapters from now on! :D Also, sorry this one is also sort of short. I found out I've got a draft I have to finish tonight and my teacher doesn't take late work soooooo. NOW I MUST FINISH EVERYTHING ELSE SO I'LL UPDATE AGAIN MAYBE TOMORROW! Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)
"Shit." As soon as the door closed he slid to the floor and pulled out the case. He quickly unlatched it and flung it open, revealing bloody dismembered limbs tucked neatly into it. As a test, he left the room with the case. Everything seemed normal… Foreign students usually have people who've got money back home to send them here. It'd be troublesome to cover that one up.
He sighed in relief and rested his back against the bed and let his head fall back onto the mattress. His eyes wandered to the door and a flat expression took his face.
"Curiosity killed the cat, ya' know." Alfred ran a hand through his hair and got back up, adjusting his suspenders. He'd have to meet up with Gilbert later to confirm the kill and claim his cash. He could probably sell the leftover organs for even more cash. He picked up the case and left the room, making sure to lock the door on his way out.
Arthur sighed as he contemplated the day's events. He picked up the paper cup filled with his favorite tea. The café was nice and lively, though he would've preferred the quiet. So, my roommate's mental… great start…
He sipped the warm drink slowly as he gazed out the café's large glass window. Thankfully the weather in New York wasn't frightfully cold today considering the time of year, although it was cloudy. He was pretty much used to the cloudy, dreary weather. Back home it was almost always like this.
His phone rang and he slipped it out of his pocket and took a look at the caller. It was his uncle. He swiped the screen to answer it and held it close to his ear.
"Hello?" It was nice to hear a familiar accent.
"Hey, what's going on?" There was a rustling of papers on the other end and a slam on a desk. Arthur winced at the loud noise.
"Dammit," His uncle sounded stressed. "Another missing persons report came in, most likely mob-related like the last few…"
"Do you need help?" Arthur set his drink down onto the table and focused on the call.
"It's all right," his uncle murmured. "My original reason for calling is to ask how you've been settling in. Your parent's would like an update."
Damn, he'd meant to give them a call; he was just distracted with transportation, directions, and then his new roommate.
"I'll give them a call in a bit. Tell them I'm okay for me, please." He tapped his fingers on the wooden table as he picked his drink up.
"I will, and I'll contact you later if you're really interested in the missing persons report." Arthur thanked him. The call ended after their goodbyes and he pocketed the phone. He was dreading his return to the dorm and hoped that Alfred was gone. Maybe he'd be able to slip in a few hours of sleep before his return. Falling asleep around him could be dangerous. He should've paid more for a single dorm.
After he unlocked the door, he opened it quietly, expecting his creepy roommate to be waiting for him. However, no one was there. Arthur looked around and sighed in relief. Alfred was nowhere to be found. He collapsed onto his bed, tired from the day and curled up on the mattress and forgot about the rest of the world as he dozed off.
"So, what's my pay?" Alfred spun around in the chair as Gilbert sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Did you cover your tracks?" His German accent was strong, though he's lived in New York for about a decade.
"Like always," he stopped spinning and instead chose to watch Gilbert.
"Okay, whatever. I'll give you two-hundred for the kill." Alfred frowned. "Don't do that, you're in college and who do you think paid for that?" Gilbert laughed his weird laugh and Alfred stared dispassionately at him.
"Geez, I'll make it two-fifty then." Gilbert took out a stack of cash and began counting. Alfred seemed satisfied enough so he sat back in the comfortable chair. Once the cash was counted and given to him, he took off and headed back to his dorm. When entering he found Arthur already asleep but still in his day clothes and on top of the blankets. Alfred blinked and then laughed. He sat on his bed and pushed the case underneath.
He had Gilbert dispose of the useless limb and the name of his target was scratched off of the board. The case was now devoid of any evidence pinning him to the crime.