The Red Hooded Brit- A ScotEng Fanfiction

I recognize those eyes

Arthur’s POV

 

As I was delivering today's orders, all I could think about were the green eyes in the bush. They were so green, almost like mine which I like, like I have a twin or something. Suddenly I could hear a howl go off in the distance which sent chills down my back.

The hunters must have found something good to make that noise, I hope Patrick is ok. I sighed and delivered the last of the bread to Matthew and walked around town. Why did it feel like the air was more tense, like something big was about to happen.

Suddenly the gates to the walls opened and all the hunters walked in. I smiled and ran up with the other villagers to see if the hunters found anything, or better…to see if my brother was alive. As I looked around I saw men with joyful faces and kept chanting “Wolf, Wolf, Wolf” and raised their guns in the air. They must have found a wolf, but why would they get so excited about one wolf? I rolled my eyes and hugged the cape closer to me, out of the crowed of hunters I could see a familiar ginger headed spiky hair with eyes the color of four leaf clovers.

I smiled and ran up to Patrick, I was super happy to know he was alive, I knew he would almost never get harmed because he is the best hunter for about a good 1,000 miles around. I smiled brightly and hugged him , he chuckled and hugged back. He said in his thick Irish accent “We found something”. I smiled and said “What is it brother”? He chuckled and said” Your going to have to wait ‘til the killing” then ruffled up my hair and walked away.

I frowned, killing? What are they killing? I looked at the group of hunters curiously and started to follow them. It looks like they were walking towards the middle of the town, probably to the square to show off what they caught.

I sighed and decided to see what they caught, they barely catch anything so it’s willing to see what they caught this time. I pulled the hood over my head and walked through the crowd of villagers. I decided to take the back streets to reach my way to the square since I don’t like the crowded streets and all the people that made fun of me since I was little.

I finally reached the square and saw a bunch of people surrounding the stage,  I tried to get a better look of what was on the stage. There sat my brother Patrick with a iron sword in his hand and a man with blazing red hair with his head hung down. The only thing that wasn’t normal about this man was he had ears and a tail the some color as his hair. That is what the hunters must have meant by wolf, they caught a REALLY big wolf.

Patrick raised his sword and yelled “THIS IS THE BEAST THAT KEEPS KILLING OFF OUR SHEEP AND SEND TERROR THROUGH THE LAND!!!!, AND TODAY WILL BE THE END BECAUSE I PATRICK KIRKLAND WILL CHOP OFF THIS BEAST’S HEAD WITH THIS MIGHT SWORD” and raised the sword into the air.

I looked at the man and wondered what he was thinking about, suddenly the man raised his head and allowed me to see his eyes. I gasped and took a step back, I knew those eyes… They were the same eyes that have been watching me ever since I was 9.