Chapter 30

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A/N

I'm not gonna write a long battle scene, cuz to me, those are boring, and I don't want to write all those battle moves. That takes up too much unnecessary space and its not that important to the story. Like, its a fight. The only important thing is the outcome. Btw if there are gaps, sorry. I copied and pasted this from a draft I typed up at school. Oh and there are two versions of this chapter, but they've got the same outcomes and significance to the story. I can't decide which one to put up, so I'm just going to put up both. Its just a little change, so. I'm going to put a note on where the chapter becomes two different things. 

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"A-Alfred?"

Arthur took a step back. Alfred was in front of him in fighting position. Like Gilbert, he had a glowing gray complexion with neon-like colors. A bat was held fast in his right hand. The only difference was that his eye colors were switching so fast that his pupils almost looked like a buzzing tv screen with bad reception. 'He's fighting it...' "Arthur, get back! I'll defend you!" Francis stepped in front of him, his dagger ready and his stance ready to take a stab. "No!" Arthur angrily yelled, shoving Francis out of the way. "Don't hurt him! He's obviously being possessed, you god damn frog. Stop playing hero!" Francis looked annoyed. He opened his mouth to say something, then calmed down and sighed. "Fine, Arthur. But don't expect me to stand still if he tries to take your life." Arthur nodded and looked at Alfred.

"Alfred, I know you're trying to fight this." He put his hands in front of his face with the back of his hands facing him. "I'll get you out of this mess." Alfred lunged at him with a war scream. Arthur dodged his first attack and shot a light green ball of light at him. 'Aim for the head. That's where the source of possession is.' He reminded himself. Alfred rushed towards Arthur again, a narrow hit almost gave Arthur a bashed head, but he barely evaded it and dove behind him to shoot at his head again. Alfred let out a cry of rage and turned around. When Alfred came this time, Arthur wasn't quick enough. Alfred jammed his bat into his leg, earning a cry of pain from Arthur. "Ah!"

"Arthur!" Francis yelled. Alfred lifted his bat over his head to strike his wounded victim just as Francis darted in between him. Time seemed to slow down as the two struck. "NO!" Arthur screamed. He closed his eyes, unable to watch what was going to happen next. There was a gust of wind, then silence. He felt blood splatter on him. Arthur opened his eyes. "?!" There was no blood. The two weapons had not penetrated the owners. Instead, they stood still, right above a small stream of water that poured from thin air. Arthur touched his face. He looked at his hand.

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'Water?' He looked up. The small stream had grown a bit, and some just floated there. He furrowed his eyebrows. 'Is this...' He waved his hand. The water turned dark red. A dirty blonde man dressed in Spades clothing appeared. The two weapons had wounded him. Blood trickled down his head and torso. "mA...tTiE?" Gilbert whimpered behind them. Alfred's colors abruply returned to normal and he almost fell, but instead stumbled backwards. He put his hand to his head as he moaned. His bat fell to the floor. Francis dropped his bloodied dagger and looked at his hands. His hands started to tremble when he saw that they were coated with blood.

"E-eh?" The strange man whispered as he fell to the ground. The dark aura in the room disappeared. "Mattie!" Gilbert ran to the man and held him up by the shoulders. "No! Don't leave!" Tears started to pour out of his eyes. "You can... see... me?" Mattie asked. "Yes! Yes, Mattie. I can see you." Gilbert answered. His tear drops fell onto Mattie's face. "Ah... Thank goodness... The curse is gone..." Mattie breathed. He looked up at Alfred. "Al...fred..." Alfred furrowed his eyebrows. "Who... are you?" A wave of sadness flashed over Matties face. "Ah... I'm your brother..." Alfred was silent for a moment, then a his face became filled with realization. 

"Mattie?!" Mattie smiled. "Ah... Is that.... my name? I'd... forgotten it... It's been so long since I've heard it..." Alfred ran to his long lost brother. "Where have you been?!" "I've... always been here... just... invisable..." Alfred remembered when he'd been bumped into at his castle. "You... should've been king..." Gilbert whispered. "Alfred... Gilbert..." "Matthew! Don't talk. We'll save you. Arthur, do something! Give him unicorn blood or something!" Alfred yelled. "I-I'm sorry, Alfred. There's no way to save him. His life force is already too close to slipping away to pull it back." Arthur stuttered. "But-" "It's alright, Alfred." Mattie wheezed. "Hey... Alfred..." Mattie's breaths started getting shorter and ragged. "Wha- yes?" "Who am I?" "Matthew! Stop it! Don't go..." Mattie closed his eyes and coughed some blood out. "I'm sorry... Gilbert... Alfred.." The only sound in the room was Mattie's heavy, hoarse breaths. Then, it was silent and still. Alfred trembled. "No.... Mattie no... Please..." He started sobbing hard as he hugged the corpse. "Don't go..."

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