Justice Should be Served || Hetafic

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I took my leave and drifted away from Yao's house. Maybe this too soon and I should wander a different way, but I must see Alfred. I already miss him bugging me.

Though I do not know where he would be, I immediately went to his condo. It's by a nice beach on the west coast, you can't really miss his light blue condo with a big flagpole at the front. It waved the American proudly as intended.

Hesitantly, I knocked on his door, resulting my hand going through the door. Oh right, I am a ghost. I drifted into his house in search for my brother, looking in his living room which was where you come in. It was messy like usual; blankets thrown around, popcorn spilt into the cracks of the couch, the bowl was beside the couch. It was continuously messier as I went along the living room, to the kitchen, and laundry room.

I hear a loud wale coming from his room, he was awake! I burst through the walls to make sure my brother was okay and his room was a sight I did not want to see.

Alfred was a corner of his with cases of glass alcohol beside him and he was waling like a dog. His glasses were broken beside him along with three of the bottles that were open now spilling into his carpet. "MaaAAaAaaATtheeEEeeeEw..." he blubbered.

"Alfie! Hey it's ok I'm here!" I ran over to my brother to try to calm down but he could not see me.

"SELFISH! SELFISH WHY DID YOU LEAVE US!" he screamed and grabbed a knife on his nightstand.

"ALFIE! STOP!" I try to take it away from him, but it still did not seem to work.

"YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE ME BUT YOU CAN'T! IF ONE GOES SO WILL THE OTHER!" he was ready to slash down his wrist to bleed out.

This time, I felt the blade handle in my hand, and it was out of his. I successfully took the knife from Alfred. My brother was staring at me wide eyed, maybe more the knife than me.

He screams suddenly, "Ghost!"

"Alfie hey it's only me! Please calm down!" I tried to reassure.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Alfred would then thrown books in my direction and I hurried out of his room, still holding the knife.

The way that he yelled at me stung more than a wasp sting, can it get any worse? It can.

Arthur came down the stairs to Alfred's room to see what was going on. "Alfred, why are you screaming bloody murder at three in the morning?"

"GHOST! Ghost in my house!" Alfred shrieked as he held an empty bottle of alcohol at the wall i was standing at.

"Alfred! Please calm down you drunk!" Arthur firmly grabs Alfred's arms. "How'd you get into my stash this time!"

"Ghost Arthur! Stop worrying about drink and fix ghost!" Alfred croaks as he started to hyperventilate. This made my heart shatter and I quickly got out of his house before Arthur could do something to my spirit.

By the time I was out, the sun was ready to rise, meaning my activity time is up. Didn't think that the ghost life would still be the same, unless someone like Arthur is trying to rid of your spirit.