Fight for a Chance

Chapter Six (Un-edited)

Allen looked at his counterpart and narrowed his red eyes.
Alfred was on the floor crying his eyes out, glasses teetering on his face.

"Stop, crying will ya?" Allen meant it as a plead but it came out as a command.

"B-but... I'm scared of the ghosts dude! Please, let me stay in your room I'm already paranoid bro! "
The blonde American pleaded.

"No, Go sleep in your room!" Allen finally yelled.

Alfred, had watched a horror movie and as usual scared, himself shitless and was begging his counterpart to let him sleep in his room. It didn't help Alfred's paranoia that there was a killer on the loose in the building.

Allen, slammed the door with one final: "No!"

Alfred, trugged back to his room.
Suddenly, Alfred, heard something in the hallway with him and felt a evil presence.

"Hello, Alfred!" the voice said, clear and familiar. "I'm sorry, but it's your turn now!"
The person grabbed, America quickly and disabled him while pressing chloroform to his nose and mouth Alfred inhaling it.

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The person stood above Alfred, when he woke. Alfred was very acquainted with this person and it hurt him right in the heart.

"W-why are you doing this, dude?" Alfred, shakily asked.

"Because, Alfred I need you out of the way!" he smirked devilishly before, grabbing a knife and plunging it right into his heart.

Alfred's mouth gurgled crimson blood flowing out of both his mouth and his chest area.

The killer then, slit his throat and pulled out Alfred's vocal cords, smiling psychotically as he did so.

Gurgling sounds went dead as Alfred, sunk down in his chair the smell of death emitting from him.

The killer frowned, "Aw, my playtime is over already..."

Then, he smirked proudly.

"The heroes finally dead~"

Then, he went to work on painting Alfred's blood into a message.

"If only you'd listened, old friend maybe you'd be alive~."