Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

11: Bad Cop To The Wrong G(a)y

In the following weeks of Alfred's healing he had his ups and downs. He'd be able to walk around a little and not have too many problems, and other days he would be in so much pain that if he moved tears rushed his eyes.

And in the following weeks, Arthur grew more and more unhappy.

He hated seeing someone he loved so damaged and so hurt. It honestly made him incredibly sad. How could someone hurt his Alfred? When all he was doing was just protecting him? Arthur grew cold, guilty, and pained. But then Alfred would smile, or laugh, and all the pain would wallow away.
Temporarily.

Arthur grew more and more revengeful. More and more angry, more and more hurt. There was no way anyone would get away with this. And hey, he'd gotten a little bit of Intel on how to get away with murder.
By the psycho people in prison.

But then again, he was a cop. And Arthur was rather skilful in planning little accidents. Especially with someone as big a folder as Gilbert. Police assault, assault with a deadly weapon, nearly murdering an inmate.
And honestly, would he really be missed? Would he really?

Certainly not by Alfred or Arthur. That's for sure.

And maybe, Gil's murder wasn't just to get vengeance for Alfred's stabbing, but for his rape. It was something that had scared him away from sexual acts and shied him away from being a normal police officer anymore. He was shaky, he was nervous, and albeit Arthur was intimidated by the prison halls. Even if everyone was safely, very safely locked away, visions of one being open and someone looking to harm him filled his mind. He had Lovino begin doing night sweeps because he would have panic attacks going down every level.
He'd barely ever see level E again.

Arthur planned about three weeks after Alfred's attack that he would enforce his plan. It kind of excited him, to successfully plan a murder. He was on the even playing field now. A bad cop. It thrilled him. Exhilarating, that's how it had to be. Right? He'd never killed a man. Never fired a single bullet out of his gun into another. Had he wanted to? Fuck yeah. But he was always too innocent and too afraid to pull the trigger.

But now...now he had to get even. His sanity was slowly being reeled away from him. He didn't know if he missed it, or wished it would hurry up and leave.

Alfred had been taking to interviewing again, the rightful person to interview him was Arthur once again.

"We're not having sex on this table." Arthur made the other sure of this real fast.
"Aw c'mon you loved it."
"Alfred F. Jones I will not repeat myself." Arthur grumbled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The black frames made his eyes seem even more perfect than they already were, at least to Alfred.

"What causes a man to kill, Mister Jones?" Arthur asked, pressing on the voice recorder, his foot tapping impatiently against his lap, legs crossed. It was a little flashback to one of their first conversations together, making Alfred chuckle a little. "What caused Alfred F. Jones to snap and kill a man?"

Alfred hummed, leaning into the table, resting his head on the cool surface. His chained hands tapped on his temple, as if he were telling his brain to come up with something. "Revenge. Pain. Impatience. Just waiting, knowing they see it coming. Knowing it so damn well. You know? I'm not saying I did it officer, just, you asked me a psychological question. Why would Alfred F. Jones kill a man? Because he deserved it."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms now as he leaned back in his chair. That answer was nothing of what he'd expected. He hesitated a little, opening his mouth to say something before quickly closing it. Damn. Get ahold of yourself Kirkland.

"And...And would Alfred F. Jones ever kill if he needed to get much needed revenge?"
"Depends on the situation."
Arthur hummed, tapping his bottom lip softly with his index finger. Answers. Real answers on the case.