The Truth Lies Here

Chapter 11 - A Fight Here, A Fight There

When I had left, everyone was sleeping – besides Mum that is – so why the hell was Scott here?

"It's best not to come now." You could hear Mason say. "We're kind of busy right now. Come later in the morning."

"Oh yes, we will come later, when you are drop-dead drunk." Scott said, his voice obviously filled sarcasm. "Get the hell out of our way."

There was some shuffling, so I assumed that they were all walking around the hallways. "It's really not the right time to be here." Mason pushed on, and this time he sounded closer.

"And you think I care?" Scott asked, "Just move! Hey Arthur, where the hell are ya?"

"In here, Scott." I groaned out loud, trying to free my hands, but it was too tight. There was more shuffling, and I heard doors open and slam shut quickly, and loudly.

"Oh, there you are." Scott said; relief in his voice. I lifted my head up and saw Scott walking to me, and he muttered something incoherent as he freed my hands. I bent my wrists and stretched my fingers, glad to have the ability to move my hands again.

"You bastards! I kindly asked you to leave!" Mason said, hastily running through the hallway, not caring if he knocked things down. "And let's just say, that does not surface often." Mason hissed, trying to punch Scott, but he acted quickly, turning around and kicking Mason down. "Stay the fuck from, you bloody git!"

I stared dumbly at them, watching as Scott threatened him, and punched him repeatedly, until a groan brought me out of my stupor. I turned around, and saw Alfred hunched up against the wall. Quickly, I ran up to him, and untied his hands. "Thanks," Alfred said quietly, rubbing his wrists.

"Are you alright?" I asked quietly, holding his face so he looked directly at me.

Alfred nodded, "Yeah," he answered in a voice I never knew he could speak in.

"Damn, what is it with the Kirkland's and the bad temper, geez..." Mason muttered, his breathing irregular from being held against the wall.

"Nah, we just get pissed off very easily." Scott explained, "And it's people like you who set it off too quickly."

I glanced over at Mason, his eyes were enraged with insanity, and it made me shudder. How can come on live like this for such a long time? "Well, that is a wonderful thing to know, but, you're starting to bore me." Mason grinned widely, "Hey, Demitri, the hell is taking you so long?" he yelled, in annoyance.

Demitri came almost instantly to the room, and watched as Scott threatened Mason again.

"Well at least I don't have drunk people backing me up." Scott said, glancing at Demitri, who stared dumbly at him.

It seems Demitri can hear an insult even when drunk, because he walked up to Scott and punched him in the face, and Mason fell to the ground. I immediately got up from the bed, and kicked him in the face, and he yelped. "Better think twice where you are going, you fool." I said acidly, glaring at him.

"Me, the fool? As if!" Mason laughed loudly, "Someone shows up at my door and he has no clue what is going on! And you, Arthur Kirkland, showing up here blindly, thinking you can just come and go. Just like that! Ha, the very idea makes me laugh!" Mason struggled to stand up, and I pushed him down again.

"Drunken bastard, you don't even know what you're talking about." I said, punching him in the face, and he whined in pain. "Don't. Fucking. Talk. Tough. If. You. Aren't!" I said, punching him after every word.

Mason whined, and I glared at him. "You can't even take a hit without whimpering." I said darkly, and I almost punched him again, but someone grabbed me by my torso, and dragged me up. "Whoa, Artie, calm down." Alfred said quietly, pulling me away from Mason.

"Put me down, Alfred!" I tried to get away from Alfred, but he held me tightly. "The bastard deserves this!"

"No, no, Arthur, settle down. This isn't like you." Alfred tried to calm me down, but I was blinded by my anger.

"Aw~ Isn't that cute." Mason cooed, "It makes me want to be sick."

Demitri groaned, as he lied on the ground. "Someone needs to take a nap." Scott muttered, before he kicked him, and he fell to the ground again.

"And you, Arthur, what the bloody hell were you thinking when you left?" Scott asked loudly, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. "That's the dumbest thing you've ever done!"

I stared angrily at Scott. "I don't care! I wanted to help Alfred get out of here, so I'm bloody trying to help him!"

"Both of you stop it!" Alfred yelled crossly, "Stop it now! There has been enough fighting this morning, and I don't want you two fighting, so please, just stop!" He ended the sentence in a nearly pleading voice.

Scott and I stared at Alfred, surprised by what he said. He was right. There had been enough fighting, and I didn't want to fight with my older brother about such a silly matter.

"Yeah, Alfred's correct." Scott admitted, as he let go of my collar. "But I still can't believe you did that, Arthur."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, but it's not like I need you to babysit me, Scott." I muttered.

"Babysit you? You know how hard it was to find this bloody place? A fucking long time!" Scott complained, and he picked up Mason, throwing him on the bed.

"And what are you going to do to him?" I asked, staring at my older brother in curiosity.

Scott laughed, "Ha, you care what happens to this bastard? Something's wrong with you Arthur." He took the rope, and tied one end of it to Mason's wrist, and the other to the bed.

I huffed furiously. "I don't want you to do any reckless things, Scott." I muttered. "What about Demitri?" I asked, looking at the drunk, who appeared to be giggling in his slumber.

"Don't care what happens to the git." Scott grabbed Alfred's bag, and he tossed it to him, who caught it surprisingly. "C'mon, hurry up. We're leaving."

I watched as Alfred shouldered the bag, wincing, and I tried not to ask him what it was. "Americat, where are you?" Alfred asked, looking around the room and under the bed. "Oh, come on Americat, let's go." He said in a quiet voice, the cat jumped into his arms, and he smiled, if only for a second, but then it twisted into a grimace.

Scott walked out of the door, and told us to hurry up. We walked through the empty hallways, and I found it odd that it was so quiet, where was everybody?

Alfred stopped walking, and groaned. Americat jumped down to the ground as he leaned against the wall. "Damn, everything's spinning." he muttered.

I walked to him, and helped him stand straight, which burdened me with half his weight. "Alfred, come on, we need to keep going." I'm surprised I was still able to talk.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," he muttered, resting his head against mine, and I felt myself blush. "I'm sorry..." he repeated quietly, before he stood up by himself. "Thanks Artie."

I nodded shyly, looking down at the ground, not knowing what to say, and then quickly followed Scott.

"Shit! Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit!" Scott swore quietly, as he pressed his back to the wall.

"What is it, Scott?" I asked in a surprisingly quiet voice, and stared at him. It was quite rare that he panicked like this…

Scott took in a deep breath, "I don't know if one of them saw me or not. God damn, why are they all in one area of this house? Fuck!"

"Scott, shut up." Alfred said through his teeth. "Even if they are drunk they can hear you if you talk too loudly."

"Well, hello there! I've never seen you here before..." the tall bloke paused, looking up at the ceiling, seemingly thinking of something or another. "Oh! You must be the one's Mason was talkin' about...Hmm, yeah! You were!" he exclaimed, happy that he had found the right answer.

A/N And that's where I end this chapter. I swear, I'll write the next chapter much, much sooner than this one. This chapter was only delayed because I went to camp, but it's done now, and I'll update more.

And I'm really sorry for all this swearing . I think they are veeery angry.

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