I remember it being a beautiful morning that day. The air was crisp with the coming of autumn, the last few birds cheerfully singing away as the sunlight filtered through the spider-like tree branches. A soft breeze sent the colorful leaves tumbling across the ground, stirring up the tangy aroma of decaying foliage. It was absolutely stunning, worthy of a post card that is, on the outside it was. Sitting inside a dull, sunlit conference room, lined with dark wood paneling and antique paintings, was I. Staring at all the empty seats surrounding the conference table, I absently traced my notes with my index finger. This early in the day I
Sever the Bridge: Part Four by catiekay, literature
Literature
Sever the Bridge: Part Four
Alfred's POV
Darkness. Confusion. Running.
Panicked and afraid of what might be following. Trying to find and rescue the one he loved. Rain slapping him hard in the face, tripping over his own feet. The smell of fear and blood thick in the air.
Flashes of scenes went by and he couldn't keep up. A delicate white rose sitting in his love's hand. A genuine smile with sparkling green eyes and warm, callused hands that encircled his own. Then it switched back to bloodcurdling screams, black shadows, and more running. A street appeared before him, looking exactly like the ones in London. Thick clouds covered the moon and the ground was wet with
Before you read this, I suggest you go back and recap. Otherwise, you are going to be very confused with this opening! I hope you enjoy Part 3!
Alfred's POV
A soft breeze combed through his hair, which lightly tickled his face. His thin hooded jacket fluttered in the small gust as he stood, simply staring at the sky above him. Tall grass swayed along with the surrounding trees, creating a whispering symphony. The sun warmed his skin with its gentle rays and lit everything with a pleasant glow. Leaves swirled around his feet, as if they were dancing.
Alfred stood in the middle of a clearing, serene and silent. Despite his rowdy personality,
Arthur's POV
Arthur gasped, his eyes snapping open. He shot up into a sitting position. Cold sweat covered every inch of his body and he was shivering. His eyes darted around the room, instinctively searching for any kind of black shadow. He found himself in his bed, his comforter, now soaked, wrapped around his body. Someone must have brought him home.
Vaguely, Arthur remembered being taunted and teased by the ghouls in his living room. Alfred was holding onto him, trying to calm him, though the demons had somehow mentally tortured him. They sent awful and terrifying thoughts in his mind and made them seem horribly real. It must have been
Sever the Bridge
A USUK Fan Fiction
For Erin, for always understanding my stranger than strange obsessions. I could not ask for a better friend than she.
Arthur's POV
Cold, hard rain beat the back of his head as he ran. His feet stumbled and slipped on the slick, wet cobblestones, slowing him down greatly. Every muscle in his body begged and pleaded for him to stop, but if he did, there would not be a body to move anymore. His breath came in short, haggard sobs. He had to escape.
Arthur knew London like the back of his hand; he could find any place at any time. Now, however, as he sprinted through the catacombs of dark and dank alleys, h