It's Huckleberry Flavour

Chapter Two

"Percival, let's go home. This doesn't seem... right." Arthur tugged at Percy's sleeve, who was too busy looking at the train they were supposedly preparing to take all the children 13 and under away from England. That would mean that Percival and Arthur had only so much more time before Arthur must depart or face the consequences.

"One more moment, Arthur. I promise it wo... won't, take much longer..." Percival tugged his coat sleeve out of Arthur's grasp. Sometimes, Arthur felt like Percival only played dumb. He happened to be very smart, but with very rash and sudden decisions. That's why everyone called him simple. Which was indeed the truth, some topics Percy didn't quite understand. It frustrated him beyond comprehension.

"Only just a bit longer, Percival. Father will be angry when we get back." Arthur groaned, folding his arms against his chest. It was going smoothly for what it was, he assumed. It just didn't feel right! He felt like he was trespassing on private property.

"We can go n-" Percival is cut off as he turns to see Arthur with a large hand over his mouth. The young boy struggled with all his might, clawing with what nail he had from biting his nails at night. Percival surged foward, tugging at the mystery captor's hands.

"Let go of my brother, you bloody tosser!" Percival cursed at him, surprised with his own vocabulary. Though, that didn't matter right now.

"Son, wake up, this is reality. You shouldn't be here." To Percival this sounded awfully foggy, unclear.

"I don't under..."

He's awake. It was a dream. Percival takes a heaving breath, wanting to move his arms, but the numbness still hadn't gone away. He turned to look at Arthur, who actually was not awake. Though, he was breathing quite harshly, pulling at the restraints bound around his wrists and ankles. Percy looked down and realized that the same restraints bound him down. His breathing quickened again, his heart pounding against the brittle cage that held it captive. It was how he felt too, except what held him captive wasn't brittle, or broken. It was strong, and dangerous.

He pulled at the restraints weakly, feeling another episode of panic set in.

"A-arthur, wake up... Help, please, wake... Up!" He called out with feeble power, feeling like he couldn't breath. He cried out cruel words, not caring who could hear. Percival could no longer help it. He cursed the world, fear, and hate for himself away.

Arthur woke up with a warbling cry, tears drying and being replaced with new ones constantly. He froze up, and stared at the restraints binding him to the thin mattres of springs and little to no material. He turned to look at the source of the noise. Percival. He was crying, and cursing all the while pulling and struggling in his restraints weakly. He was hurting himself, which Arthur needed to stop or he'd never forgive himself.

"Percy, stop it! You're hurting yourself!" He tried to yell with what voice he had. Percival had heard him apparently, because he stopped pulling and struggling. Though, he was still crying. He turned to Arthur, his usual chocolate colored eyes bright with curiosity were dark, red and troubled. Tears rolled down his cheeks profusely. Percy panted with exertion, savoring the oxygen he had at the moment.

"A-arthur... I want to leave, why can't we leave. I just want to go home, I want dad, I just want to be fr-" Arthur cut him off.

"I know you want to leave, Percy!" Arthur spat, then apologized thoroughly when he saw Percival's wounded expression. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap."

Percival looked away with a shrug, "It's alright..." His body quaked still, as though his body hadn't quite gotten over his small episode of sorts.

"Look, we'll get out of here soon. I promise we will." Arthur spoke softly, turning his head slowly towards Percival.

"I wouldn't think so, young man." A familiar, rancid voice spoke in the midst of the silence. It crackled in the air through an ancient looking speaker of some sorts. Percival turned his head to look at the speaker with a fire of burning hatred and anger wallowing in the depths of his eyes.

"You damn wanker, doing whatev... Whatever, you want. You, you're... The one who took us, weren't... You?" He spat angrily. Arthur hadn't seen Percy this irate before. Perhaps he had a breaking point as well.

"Percy! You can't just say thin-" Arthur is cut off by the voice again.

"I do have to say, I apologize throughly for this as I was not planning to have subjects as young as you. Though, the chance was perfect. No one will miss you anyway. They're too upset about their own loss. Every other kid is gone except you." The usually higher pitched voice seemed to sound many octaves lower, sounding as though it were a great satisfaction of tearing up someone's hope inside out.

Arthur trembled, not sure what to do. He didn't know what he was feeling. Hollow? Probably.

"I also am going to send in a couple of my men to borrow you for a... while. Percival, go ahead and have fun in the silence without his nagging." The doctor hummed, before a click resonated in the room as the door creaked open. Two tall men, which he assumed as for your normal everyday Constable, except they had dark green outfits on. One held Arthur down, while the other loosened his restraints. Arthur cried loudly, struggling to move or run away. He could faintly hear Percy in the backround, sobbing and cursing them out profusely.

They pulled him out of his restraints, and one threw him over his back. He pounded on the Constable's back weakly, wanting to be free.

"Let me go, you big oaf!..." He sobbed, and reached out for Percy. His brother merely stared back at him with a tired, sunken look.

His eyes watered continuously, but even through the blurry tears, Arthur could see the red, irritated marks from the bindings around Percival's lanky limbs.

It made him hurt worse than he'd ever in his entire life.

"I promise I'll be back."