Prison Bitch: Part 4 (Prisoner America X Reader)

-Maman-

As Arthur spoke those words her daughter vanished. She choked on her tears, "Francois should have taken better care of them..." She muttered under her breath. She didn't really blame her husband though. She'd been the one to keep him on track when she was still alive. It was only natural, but she had put a bit more faith in him.

Arthur just sighed, green eyes sighing with distaste, "He never was very reliable though... Was he?"

She shook her head, "No... But he was a good man. I would have never thought my death would have affected him like that..." Her eyes met the blond haired brit before her, "Just like you never thought leaving Alfred would cause him to kill you." He glared at her, but she just smiled. She hadn't meant anything by it, she'd only said it as a matter of fact. However, Arthur was the kind of man who took things to heart, "You're just like your father..."

Arthur's eyes widened and then clouded over, "I miss him..."

She stood up and rubbed his back, "It's all right Artie... Now then, why don't we rest?"

"Alright."

-Alfred-

"Maman..." Alfred tilted his head and he looked down at the woman who lied in his chest. Tears were running down her face, yet she was smiling. Trying not to wake her he wiped away her tears. There was something stirring in his chest that made his heart flutter. She might have been crying but she looked so happy.

So peaceful.

He held her closer, feeling warm. Despite having a small argument he knew that this was what he wanted. To wake up and see her sleeping so peaceful. To argue like most lovers would. To come home and have her welcome him and make dinner for them both. To love.

It would take time, but to have that with a kind woman like Y/n? With a woman who could see the best in everyone and everything. With a woman who could accept a person, even if they had monsters that would kill someone just for the fun of it. A woman who was incredibly kind and tolerant.

To Alfred that was perfection.

Y/n's stirring brought Alfred out of his musings. Her eyes twitched and then fluttered opened. When she looked up at him she blush a bit and the tried to squirm out of his arms. A frown crossed his face at her worried look. Then he giggled, "Don't worry kitten, I'm not mad about that anymore..." She seemed to partially relax, "So what were you dreaming about?"

A fond look ran across her face, "I saw my maman..."

"Your mom?" Alfred asked curiously. Y/n nodded and rested her head on Alfred's chest. He almost couldn't believe it, she was laying on him and she was completely relaxed. There wasn't that tenseness in her shoulders. He was afraid to move and make her realize her guard was down.

"Yeah... Maman was a very kind woman. She died saving the life of one of her best friends. It killed my father, he hasn't been the same since... Maman sort of saved him. She had a  way of making everything seem brighter." The thought made Alfred smile. That was sort of liked what Y/n had done for him.

"She sounds like a wonderful woman."

"She was."

-Jason-

He growled up at the ceiling, impatience tugging at him. When they'd arrived in town night had fallen and they'd rented a hotel. Now Matt was asking around, trying to see if anyone had seen them. Jason doubted it would help, even if anyone HAD seen him...

It seemed as though this was Alfred's home town.

No matter how much they asked around no one was going to say zip. That was how it worked. You didn't say anything you didn't get trouble. Jason had been in countless situations like that where the only reason he hadn't gotten caught was because a witness hadn't said something. Home town's were especially bad for this.

To say it only frustrated Jason was an understatement.

It was great when he was the one running, but not when he was the one chasing. In fact, it was beyond infuriating when he was the one chasing. At least he knew how the police felt now.

Rolling onto his stomach he growled again. How long was it going to take Matt to check in!? He hated being stuck inside doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing! 

Y/n was an indoor child, she always had been. She'd be content sitting and reading a book or thinking about things while doing nothing. She actually avoided going out when she could. Jason was the opposite, he was always outside. He had to be moving, or doing something, anything! If he hadn't been allowed to go out he'd sneak out and get his twin to cover for him.

So sitting inside a hotel all day was torture for him. If there had been a book that would have given him at least something to do, but there wasn't. Not to mention Matt had smash the TV last night.

"Who're you?" Jason asked stiffly. The man squeaked and then opened his mouth. Jason put a hand to his ear, "Speak up. I can't fucking hear you."

Nodding, the man took a deep breath. He looked up at Jason, "Are you Jason?" He stuttered. When Jason nodded the man sighed in relief, "My name's Mathew, I'm Alfred's brother... I came to tell you I know where he is."

Jason grinned sinisterly.

Sibling rivalry always duped the vow of silence.

-You-

By what you assumed was lunch you still hadn't gotten that dream out of your head. You're mother's face still haunted you, but in a good way. A way that made your heart feel warm. Like something good was going to happen, or at the very least if something bad had happened it would have a good resolution. But there was also something troubling you. 

That second person.

Who was that? He seemed to know you at the very least. You searched deep in your subconscious to find him, but no such luck. The only thing to assume then was that whoever that was you either couldn't remember or didn't know in the first place.

Your eyes widened, could they have been ghosts? But what kind of ghost would be here besides your mother? 

A tap on your shoulder brought you back from your musings, "You ok there kitten?" You looked over at Alfred, who has stopped eating to look at you with worry. With a nod you started to poke at lunch. You weren't terribly hungry at the moment, plus you were slightly afraid that you'd throw up again.

Alfred looked at you, like he didn't believe you, and then started to talk. With a half interested gaze you listened to the plans he had for the house. He paused to eat some food and then continued talking. You didn't want to upset him, but you really could care less. 

It wasn't in a mean way, it's just that construction didn't particularly interest you. You're mind wandered to other things when there was something uninteresting was going on or being talk about. Then you lifted your head, "I'm sorry... What did you say? I was thinking about something else..."

Alfred pouted and then chuckled, "You're so cute when you space out." He ruffled your hair and you scowled as your cow lick stood up. You remembered how often you spaced out in jail. He would always ruffle your hair when you did to snap you out of it.

You hated when he did that.

"Am not... Now what did you say?" You growled. In most cases you wouldn't have growled or snapped at Alfred, but you knew exactly what kind of reaction that growl would get.

With a blush he giggled, "Cute~.... Anyway, I was thinking about taking down the garden, since it's in such a poor state. It's not-"

"No!" You shouted. It was so sudden that Alfred jumped at your out burst. Blinking, you realized what you'd done. 

His eyes narrowed at you, "Why not? It'll be too much work to maintain it, and for what? A little bit of nice scenery? We live in a forest. There's tons of that." Ideas and thoughts ran through your head as to why you should bother keeping the garden. If you didn't come up with something... You didn't want to think about what Alfred was going to do. Whenever you spoke out against him though it usually ended in pain.

Plus you'd yelled at him.

"I-I-I..." Your mind went blank and you noticed Alfred getting closer. This had been the second defiance and it was not going to end well if you didn't think of- 

Then it came to you, "I just thought it would be nice for kids... You know? I mean, they can't go running through the woods. They would hurt themselves! Besides, with a garden we could grow our own food instead of going out and shopping."

Alfred paused his advance, his face going blank. He blinked a few times and the a look of glee crossed his face. Reaching out he touched your stomach, causing you to shiver. He rubbed it gently, "Children... I hadn't thought about that... I thought it would be just you and me. I never..." Moving your plate of food away he laid on your lap, "I know why Kitten's sick~"

You paled.

You'd forgotten about that. As soon as you'd heard about Jason and his mushroom problem you'd assumed it was because you were having an ESP thing. You were still going to go to Yao's but you'd been interrupted by Alfred. Then another thought crossed your mind. 

What if this was backwards?

What if Jason was getting sick because of you? You shook your head and prayed it wasn't that.

"I don't think it's that..." You told him, "My brother was also sick with stomach issues around the same time I started having mine. It could be ESP...?" You cursed your lack of confidence near the end.

"Right." Alfred giggled, "You're twins. But I guess we'll see when we see, hm?" His face was illuminated, there was an energy and happiness you'd never seen before. Was he really that excited about the prospect of you having his child? 

"I guess... Just please don't get your hopes up."

He giggled again, "No worries, besides if you're not we can always fix that~" You gulped as he pushed you down onto the bed. He nipped your neck and nuzzled you lovingly.

You should have just let him hurt you.

-Jason-

He sat listening to the explanation of the wheelchair bound man.

"Alistair told me about what was going on and he told me that I had to tell you where Alfred was headed... He said he was going up to a house deep in the mountain." Mathew mumbled, "It was a house that belonged to Arthur and Alfred. Alistair will take you there if you want."

"Said?"

"Alfred stopped by my house yesterday to get the keys and some supplies... I would have stopped him but..." The timid man look down at his legs as if they spoke for him.

To be honest this all sounded too good to be true for Jason. Learning where this guys was and even having transportation. There was something here he was missing, "Why? Why are you taking this risk if you know what your brother is like? I can only guess he has something to do with why you can't walk."

"I just like helping people... And I don't want anything bad to happen to anyone... But Alistair... He said he had too... " Mathew looked Jason in the eye, "He said he owed it to a woman named Madeline."

His heart seemed to stop. Alistair... Alistair... Jason chuckled grimly, remembering now, "Well ain't that fuckin' something else."

"What?" Mathew asked, tilting his head.

"Madeline is my mother."

-You-

-Arthur-

Arthur watched the two women converse. They both seemed very happy, and Arthur was very glad to smiles grace their faces. Madeline was always smiling, yet it seemed almost strained. The last time he'd seen her truly smile was when he'd first died. Perhaps it was because of company at last, he knew not. She'd never told him. Y/n he'd seen when she was with Alfred. It was obvious she was never smiling. He'd wanted to see her smile, happy. Why could Alfred not make people happy?

Arthur scoffed, that man was such a child.

"By the way..." He turned his head to see Y/n smiling at him happily. He blushed a bit. She giggled, "The garden is really beautiful. You did a good job."

Garden? Garden? Was she talking about this one or the one in the plane of the living? He blinked, "Thank you... But it's not that great." He rubbed the back of his head.

"You're right, it's not great." He felt insulted, and was about to snap at her, "It's magical.  Just gorgeous."

Arthur opened his mouth and then closed it. He'd never really been complimented on his garden. Alfred had, but he'd always say that spending so much time taking care of it was pointless. He never could get why Arthur would labor over his garden so. To have some one else say that made him happy.

He smiled, "Thank you love~"

"You're very welcome."

It made him sad to know something so horrible was about to happen to her.

-Jason-

Jason tapped his foot impatiently as the red head beside him drove. Part of him wanted to see this man dead, while the other was thankful he was taking him to his sister. To distract himself he loaded the gun Alistair had given him. Matt hadn't returned by the time they'd set out, and with him holding Jason's bat that meant he was weaponless. Mathew had agreed to wait for Matt's return and Alistair had given Jason a gun.

He must have been pretty certain Jason wouldn't kill him.

They turned onto a bumpy dirt road and Jason cursed as he went up and down in his seat. He wasn't feeling as sick, but this was still making him nauseous.

"You going to be okay there lad?" A Scottish accent asked. Jason nodded and watched the gun all to the floor. He had the safety on so it didn't go off. Alistair laughed and bounced with the truck. After several minutes they pulled to a stop. Red eyes narrowed at the sight of a ford pick up. He recognized it as the same truck Alfred had take Y/n away in.

Alfred scoffed, "How troublesome... Wasn't my fault, he brought you here to take Y/n away." The blond grinned, and Jason felt a strange sort of excitement. This guy, he was like him. Truly and utterly crazy, "Normally I would give you the option of running but you'll just come back with more and that would be a pain, even for me."

"You know," Jason chuckled, "Normally I'm the ones saying that. In fact I should give you the ultimatum right now. Give me my sister or I'll kill you."

"You know that makes sense. You have those eyes. Killer eyes really..." Alfred shrugged, "But as for that I guess we're at a stand still because I will never ever let her go."

"Don't you mean 'Over my dead body?'" Jason sneered.

The other grinned, giggling, "Nah, there's no way in hell you'll ever be able to kill me."

Jason bit his lip. God damn how he wished he had his bat right now. That would making things so much more fun. Sticking the gun in his belt he cracked his knuckles.

"Let's dance pretty boy~"

"It would be my pleasure~"

-Alfred-

Williams.

Williams, Williams, Williams, Williams.

There, he'd remember it now. Hahaha, these Williams always always made him feel so strange. Such a good feeling too. It wasn't anything that made him sick or just plain icky. Y/n made him happy, she made him feel like there was something good deep inside. It was like a mothers love kind of feeling. Acceptance. Tolerance. It made him swoon.

Her brother, Jason, made him feel like something else. In all his life Alfred had never really felt excitement. When doing some of the things he'd done, it was slightly boring. This though? Already he could tell this was an opponent, and that this fight would be over far too quickly. He would enjoy this fight.

Slowly they made their way closer to each other, circling around the front yard. They were perhaps only two meters apart when Alfred charged Jason. He was planing a tackle, but tripped over the brunette as he went down. Alfred rolled and then was tackled to the ground my Jason. A second later a fist connected with his face. Then another. Another. Again and again and again. 

Alfred's face was sore from the beating.

As the next fist came down he grabbed it. The other one came and he grabbed that one down. With out giving Jason time to react Alfred headbutted the other. It would have hurt, but Alfred was known for having a thick skull and his face was already hurting. 

Jason rolled away and held his head. When he pulled it away he saw it was bleeding. Alfred shivered as blood red eyes glared at him. It was such a shame he'd have to kill this one. He liked him. Plus he was Y/n's brother and that would set him back a bit.

Without wasting a moment Alfred ran at him and kicked his stomach. He watched Jason roll away and then throw up. It was a nasty mix of vomit and blood. He recalled something.

"Ah, you're sick too... I forgot... That must've been why you weren't fighting all out in the alley."

The other male glared, "Shut the fuck up. I can still kick your ass."

Alfred pouted, "Personally I think we should wait until your better. This would be much more fun then." He shrugged and shook his head, "Too bad I can't let you leave alive though."

"If I had my bat..." Jason mumbled. He got out and spit off to the side, "You know you talk way too much."

"Considering this is going to be the only time I will ever get to speak to my soon to be brother in law, obviously." Alfred mused. He giggled as the brunette growled at him.

"You will have to get over my dead body if you want to get to the alter."

"That just implies I can kill you." Alfred chimed, "Which I will."