A promise to keep
And a promise to break
A promise for love
And a promise for pain
I promised to save you
And I promised they'd pay
I promise to love you
And I promise to stay
Arthur cried out as he heard the news.
"Angleterre, I'm so sorry.."
"He can't be gone!"
"Mon pauvre ami, he will be back soon, just-"
"NO! THEY'LL PAY FOR THIS! THEY ALL WILL!"
"Arthur, stop! He wouldn't want you to get hurt!"
"I DON'T CARE IF I GET HURT! I JUST.. I just want Alfred back.."
"And he will be back.. You'll just have to wait it out.. We all will."
The Brit sighed before retreating back into his house. He looked at Francis before closing the door.
"Thank you for telling me what happened.. I promise to call you or Matthew if I need something."
Francis gave a small, sad smile.
"You better."
Arthur closed the door and walked into his spell room full of sorrow and angry.
"I don't care if I get hurt. I will make them pay for what they've done. AND WHAT THEY WILL GET IS HELL!"
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Strange things had been going on within the gang. It happened right after they murdered that American.
It was like a curse had been casted on them.
"HONEY! Another one of the members died! We're the last ones left!"
The male held his wife close to him as soon as she got to him.
"What's going on? Why is this happening?"
"I.. I don't know.."
He gasped as he heard his wife choking. He looked down at her, she was coughing up blood.
He cried out as she died in his arms, then jumped when he heard a maniacal sounding laugh.
"WHOSE THERE?!"
"Oh, we were sent here by a good friend of ours."
"We?"
Two people stepped out of the shadows. One man held a bat, and his hair was almost a red looking color. The slightly shorter man had strawberry blonde hair.
"Wh- who are you two?!"
"Well poppet, I'm Oliver, but you can call me Oli. This is Allen, but he prefers to be called Al."
