I apologize for everything, including the crappiness of this chapter. What is being in character? What is a decent story? What is a plot that makes sense? We just don't know.
"Who the hell are you?" Alfred demanded, his voice squeaking in his distress.
"Alfred." the stranger simply said, limping forward.
"Stay back! I have no idea who the fuck you are and I am just so confused and holy shit." Alfred started babbling, steadily getting louder.
"Alfred, shut up. You're going to draw attention to us." the stranger hissed.
"Yeah well, maybe I want to get someone to come in here. You're some random weird looking stranger and I just saw you die and holy crap, I just saw you die! Like, in my head. In a dream…" he trailed off, his heart beating a mile and minute, his breathing ragged.
"What are you talking about? I'm not a stranger! And I most certainly did not die! Don't you remember the base at all? Countries? The alien? Running through the woods? Don't you remember anything? It's been two weeks. Do you even understand how hard it was for us to find you? You ungrateful bastard!" the stranger whispered angrily, bring his hands up to his face and rubbing at his temples.
"But that didn't even happen! Dude, I'm really sorry about this but you're, like, a figment of my imagination. Holy shit man but none of that was real. I'm just crazy and I'm crazier for talking to my imaginary friend, or some shit like that, about this. And running through the woods? Why would I ever do that?" Alfred insisted.
"I am real! Alfred, just, come with me. We have cars all around and we can get you out of here. Then I will personally explain everything to you. Clearly."
"I don't think that's a good idea…"
"Alfred, I am not afraid to call Ivan in and have him carry you out."
That brought images of a tall, somewhat scary, young man with purple eyes and a cold smile. His mind seemed to associate him with a friend, but Alfred did not want to be carried out of the hospital, where he wasn't a menace to the people around him. Especially not by something that he was pretty sure his own head had created.
"Hell no. You know what? I don't even care. Fine. I'll go with you. But the second things get fishy or anybody gets hurt, I'm out of there. Got it?" Alfred said.
"Good. Now, help me open this window." Alfred got up, embarrassed in his generic pajamas, and helped the stranger open the window. They were on the fourth floor of the hospital, overlooking an almost empty parking lot. There were two black cars with tinted windows close by.
"That's our ride," the stranger said, pointing to the one on the right. "The other has Ivan and Yao in it; they've been inseparable since the events in the woods. Although, you seem confused and uncertain that that ever happened so I will just have to tell you about it all later. Now, grab onto the ledge and climb down." he gestured at several parts of the wall that jutted out of the old building, forming a way down.
"Wait, climb? Do you really expect me to be able to climb down this building?" Alfred demanded.
"Yes! Now go! No complaints!" he pushed Alfred to the window. Alfred shrugged and decided that the worst thing that could happen was him falling and he was already at the hospital so whatever, right? He scrambled onto the windowsill and began to climb down. Once he was a few feet down, he heard the stranger begin to climb too.
It was fairly easy to grab onto the teeny ledge until he was almost all the way down, just ten more feet. Up until then all of the ledges had been around the windows, so he could avoid being seen. However, the last ledge ended just above the window and the path he had been following began again directly under the window. If he were to continue, he would be seen and there was a chance that he wouldn't even get his foot to the other ledge.
"Alfred?" Arthur asked. "Is everything alright?"
"Oh, uhh, yeah man. It's all cool. I've got this."
"Got what exactly?" but it was a bit to late because Alfred had already moved his hands down to the top of the window and let one leg, then two, hang free over the window. He reached out with this right foot, trying to find something to rest his foot on. He thought for a second that he had it, he had found it, and relief flooded him and he dropped one hand so he could move again.
His footing slipped.
He was too scared to scream as he dropped. He didn't have time to close his eyes, let alone brace for impact. However, his fall was broken by the feeling of someone catching him. He looked up into Ivan's face.
"Hello Alfred, long time no see, yes?"
A/N: This chapter makes me cringe. I'm sorry. But I owe you guys something, right? Please don't hate be because of my fandom jump.
This is also really short. Whoops.
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[EDIT] You guys are all precious babbys and I love all of you.