Category : Stories

Sub Category : Science Fiction

A/N: Yay!! Part 4!! I dreamt this and I thought it would do perfectly.
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Blood was in the palm of the British man's hand.

"A-Arthur..." Alfred picked up his older brother and carried him over to a bench, where he gently set Arthur down and then examined Arthur's wounds.

"Arthur, why didn't you tell me you were bleeding out?!!" Alfred panicked. He looked over his shoulder and called over a medic, then looked back at Arthur just in time to see him vomit blood. "ARTHUR!!!"

"Alfred... my son... l-liste to me, alright?" Alfred nodded.

"Y-Yes sir!!"

"You... need to keep this place... keep this place safe... w-with all you've got..." 

"W-What-- Arthur--" Arthur cut the American off by placing his hands on Alfred's shoulders.

"PROMISE ME YOU'LL DO WHAT'S RIGHT??!!!!" Arthur said sternly. Tears began to stream down Alfred's face. He hesitated before saluting.

"SIR YES SIR!!!"

"That's a good chap..." Arthur went limp and fell forward into Alfred's arms.

"Arthur?" Silence. "Arthur. Hey, Big bro." Alfred gently shook his brother. "Arthur!! ARTHUR!!!" More tears strode down the American's face.

"ARTHUR!!!!!" Alfred screamed. He held onto his brother, wailing.



And that's how it went. Alfred F. Jones kept going and living, living through the rubble, the people, and even the Black Parade.