Snap and capture (UsUk LEMON)

Manor fiasco

(Let's backtrack, to what france was doing before the encounter in the forest...)

Francis entered the Manor from a side door, losing count of the servants he's put out of commission. Ten? Twenty? He didn't care. Remembering the look of the brit.. how small he had become.. the rage blinded him as he took out each servant with growing aggravation. One neck snapped, another snapped spine, knife to head. Each step he took forward made the determination in his heart swell. "I'll save you. I promise, I'll save you from the monster. I'll be your knight in shining armor." He turned a corner, then skipped back a few steps, hiding behind said previous corner.

There he was.

Alfred and the Starved slave walked in, and his eyes widened as he watched Arthur go from starry eyed to horrified. He was about to rush out. Francis held his breath, as he watch him bolt to the fence. "Stop, stop, stop, stop!!" relief washed over him as Arthur stopped in front of the fence. "Oh thank the lord." Arthur looked frantic at this point, Francis sneaking to the other wall and slipping out the garden door. He hurried over to where Arthur had been.. only to watch Arthur running into the forest. He couldn't possibly have climbed the fence??

His thoughts were halted by the feeling of cold Steel pressing against the back of his neck. He had been spotted by a servant. He cursed to himself and slowly turned, hands up so the servant saw that there was not another weapon. He looked down to see the gun that he had previously shoved into the back of his pants. It must've been sticking out. He must've grabbed it out. Tricky little shit.

"You are trespassing on the Jones property. I suggest you leave, before I end you and bring you to my master as a gift." The servants voice was trembling, HE was scared, and with obvious reason. Francis should've been dead. But no, the blood loss had made him pass out, and he was buried alive. Did none of these American Fuckers know how to check a pulse? ..."pfft." Francis started to laugh. He couldn't help it. He put a hand over his mouth so he didn't get too loud, and chuckled. "You.. do know who I am, non?" The servant froze. "Yeah, well, I think you looked better dead." He opened his mouth to say something else,.. Francis' fist contacted the servants jaw at an angle, crushing the side and unhinging it. Francis smiled as the ballsy servant crumbled to the ground like a ragdoll. He kicked away the gun, and ground his heel into the servants chest, breaking a rib or two. "Now.. don't get up, hmm? I've already killed enough today..."

The servant wheezed and coughed up blood. "Another out of commission. And with Alfred's 'pet' free.." Francis completely side stepped his gun, thinking he'd be perfectly fine with his silver plated knife. In his head, he was going through multiple ways of how to approach this. There were only servants around Alfred, and if they had to grab his gun to properly be a threat, then they all must be unarmed, right? He made his way back to the garden doors, and stepped in, meeting Alfred with a daunting glare. He strode forward, grabbing Alfred by the shirt collar, and shoved him against the wall. The click of several guns being drawn almost stopped his heart. Bad idea, Bad IDEA,,

He growled, and pressed his knife to Alfred's abdomen. "Call off your men, or I'll gut you." His voice came out more dominant than he was intending, somehow making Alfred shudder beneath him. "NOW" Alfred raised a hand, and the gaurds reluctantly lowered their weapons. "Good. Now.." Francis slowly dragged the blade against Alfred's shirt, making a neat little cut downwards towards his belt. "Tell me, you dirty monster.. what did you do to him? Starved him.. raped him.. attempted to murder me, and possibly threatened him with death." Francis paused, wanting to wipe the smirk off of Alfred's face. "You're getting sloppy, Jones."

"So are you."

"What- AGH" The knife he currently had been wielding was flipped out of his grip and stabbed into his side, through his belt. He quickly ducked as the gaurds lifted their weapons, and he ran out, bullets whistling past him. "Merde Merde Merde Merde Merde!!" He crashed through the front door, and headed straight for the forest. Alfred called his men off, and the words that Francis heard chilled his bones. "Stop. If he's foolish enough to go into the Wolf domain.. He's died once, I'm sure he'll die again. He's not worth my time."

Francis, once far into the forest, stopped, and leaned against a tree. That.. was stupid. How could he have been so focused to the point that he hadn't noticed Alfred taking his knife? He really needed to calm down, but the situation left him feeling angrier then before. He pulled the knife free, thankful that the blade had been slightly stopped by his belt. He passed his thumb gently over the little hole where the tip of the knife had dug into his skin, and winced.

"Damn you, Alfred."

Francis, deep in thought, began walking again. How far could Arthur run. How far could he have gotten. If he went to the police, he'd be in a lot more of a bad situation. The police around these parts.. play dirty, from his prior experiences. They'd take Arthur and attempt to use him against Alfred. And if Alfred was just playing with Arthur like a toy, then Alfred would have no problem with just dropping him. Then what would happen to him? Would Alfred send out a hit, to off Arthur for whatever he might know about Alfred?

A noise caught Francis' attention. A harsh impact, and a sob that soon followed after. Could it be? He walked slowly as to not draw attention to himself (but what he doesn't know is that arthur is fucking freaked out and LISTENING HARD). A wolf howl made him speed up, hoping to hell that a mangy mutt didn't and doesn't spring on him. He broke a few twigs underfoot, pushed the dense leaves out of the way, only to come forward to..

"Holy hell."

The sight of the poor british lad made his heart sink. His nose was bloodied, his breathing was harsh, and he looked like he had seen the dead rise (snrrk). He quickly dropped to a knee, and surveyed the damage. His ankle looked okay, but it was caught by the branches. "Looks like you got caught by nature. That won't do, mon amie."  He took the branches in hand and lifted one, pushing it to the side to release Arthur's ankle. "There you go. Better, no?" He slowly stood, and helped Arthur up. Arthur's eyes darted up and down his dirty figure, and Francis just smiled. "Never seen a guy covered in mud before? Ah, let's get us out of this forest, yeah? I'm sure you could use a shower and some tea. Whoa!" Francis almost didn't catch Arthur as he fell forwards. "..So you're a fainter, huh?"

Woo I'm on a roll, two chapters in one day~ haha, for all of you who wanted Arthur to be in Francis' possession.. looks like you are getting your wish(?) Heehee♡ thankyou for reading so far~ hope it's going good~ Ciao~