Snap and capture (UsUk LEMON)

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Alfred pet Arthur's hair, smiling. "Do you like them? They sure are beautiful.." Arthur, still believing this is all just a dream or possibly a delusion, just looked up, and nodded. He slowly slipped the last plant into the hole, and the servants all let out a sigh of relief. The planting had been done for the new season to roll around.. The garden was ever so colorful, full of life. They all stood, and Arthur turned Alfred. "Ready to go inside, Kitten?"

Arthur shivered at the name, but he'd gotten used to it. "Yes, sir." His voice was slightly shaky, the crisp afternoon air making him feel cold. With all the distraction going on, Arthur's mind had been so clouded that he had thought this was a dream. But as he followed Alfred in, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and winced. Reality hit him like a brick. This wasn't a dream. He turned his head, and looked at the fence on the far side of the garden. He stopped cold in his tracks, and watched Alfred keep on walking, having not noticed.

He took off.

Arthur rushed across the garden, and stopped mere inches from the fence. He could hear a buzzing noise, and he froze, staring at the fence. He could see it vibrating with electricity, and he ground his teeth in frustration. Near the fence.. he spotted an old wooden wall-like structure, usually used for roses. He didn't know how much time he had left. He scrambled up and on top of the wooden structure and jumped, just barely skimming the top of the fence as he jumped over. He landed in a bush and whined, having slammed his tailbone on the hard ground. He couldn't stop now. There was a forest, in clear view! He was so close!

He picked himself up, and ran forwards, ignoring the pain all over his body as he bolted into the forest. He stumbled on a few upturned roots, but he wouldn't let himself stop. He had to get away. He was frightened that he had gotten so caught up in Alfred that he had almost lost himself. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't fall on love with a Monster!

Tears pricked the sides of his eyes as stray branches, thorns, and other obstacles cut him as he rushed by. It felt like more than an hour since he had dashed in, and it was taking its toll. His legs hurt, his chest ached. He wanted to go home. He wanted to take a shower, and scrub the feeling of Alfred off of him. He wanted to talk to his friends, he wanted to be in their positive glow and protection. He wanted to go to the police.

Distracted with all his thoughts, Arthur miss-stepped, driving his foot in between a bunch of fallen branches. He toppled forward, slamming face first into the dirt. Arthur sobbed, holding his hand over his nose as a burning pain spread over his face. Blood dripped freely from his possibly broken nose, and he slammed his fist into the dirt. He tried to pick himself up, only to find his ankle trapped between two of the fallen branches. "No, no, I can't go like this!" He struggled, trying desperately to pull his ankle free. Day.. was slowly turning into night. How long had he spent in that damned garden?

A wolf howl caught Arthur's attention. The sound fired up fear in his already aching frightened heart, and he clawed at the branches, trying to move them, trying to get free. His breathing became rougher, and he froze when he heard a twig crunch underfoot. And another. The crackle of leaves being pushed out of the way. The sound of rustling around him. As much as he wanted to scream, to cry, to call for help.. he was too close to the Manor. He'd rather die to wolves than get recaptured. The sounds grew closer, and closer. Arthur was unable to keep still, trembling like a leaf in the wind. This was it. He closed his eyes tight. "It'll be quick, right? Please, please let it be quick!" He heard a noise, maybe a few footsteps away from him, and he let his tears flow freely again down his cheeks. He was done fo-

"Holy hell."

Arthur opened his eyes and shot a fear stricken glance upwards. A man, covered in.. mud?.. (not mud. But it's dark outside. It's hard to see blood at night...) stepped into view. His long blonde hair was dirty, and the angered look painted on his face washed away to relief as his eyes laid upon Arthur. Arthur swallowed, and squeaked out a small Help, p-please! As the man walked dover and knelt down beside him. "Looks like you got caught by nature. That won't do, mon amie." "Mon.. amie? 'My friend'?" It had been a LONG time since he had taken French in school, but.. Arthur let out a sigh of relief when the pressure of the branches were pulled away from hi ankle. This man.. was here to help. But something deep in his stomach twisted, telling him not to trust anything. Was it from the abuse he went through?

Or did his body somehow know something bad was going to happen?

HEY GUYS! I'm back from my unannounced Hiatus (I'm so fucking sorry for that) With a name change, and looking through your guys' comments.. it FILLED ME WITH DETERMINATION to continue this ^^ I hope you like this update~ CIAO~