The Canadian Murder Crisis! Ch.1-Canadacest

" N-No! Matt please! Don't do this!" Matthew looked up, fear filling his eyes as his boyfriend looked down on him. He was straddling Matthew, his hands hovering over his shirtless body.


"I'm sorry Matthew, but there is nothing you can do to stop me..."


" Please! Have mercy!" Matthew struggled under the weight of Matt. It didn't look like he was going to escape anytime soon.


" You should know by now that I show no mercy! Prepare yourself! " Fingers neared the unguarded sides of Matthew's slim body.


"No Matt please! I- Ahahaha!" The young Canadian could be heard laughing as Matt took his fingers and ran them down Matthew's sides. Tears had already began to form and dribble down on his bright, laughing face.


"N-No more! I-I can't take it!”  Matthew kept laughing as Matt took his fingers and moved them around on his body. When it came to tickling, Matt showed no mercy.


" I'm not done yet!" Matt replied as he made his way down to Matthew's feet and began dragging his fingernails up and down the soles of his feet. Matthew could barely speak as his loud cries of laughter broke out.


" O-Okay Okay! I'll do- AHAHAA! Anything!"


" Beg for mercy?" Matt smirked.


" Never- AHHH! Okay okay! Mercy! I'm begging for mercy!" The pairs of fingers on Matthew's feet retreated as Matt sat up and got off his still laughing boyfriend. Matthew, finally calmed down now, had sat up and was staring at his boyfriend's unusual violet eyes.


" Was that really necessary? You know how much I hate it when you do that..." Matthew muttered somewhat angry while slipping on his shirt that had been tossed to the ground. Matt replied with a simple shrug and got up on his feet.


" You've been looking down recently. I was just trying to help... They say laughter is the best medicine..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. When is came to the whole being a good boyfriend,trying to do things for Matthew, or cheering him up, Matt really didn't think he fit the bill. His short temper and tendency to be asocial wasn't a great deal of help, but Matthew loved him all the same. Inside, Matthew knew Matt was actually a sweetheart with good intentions, he just had a hard time showing it. Matthew sighed and stood up.


" I appreciate the thought Matt, but tickling isn't going to help." He smiled and pecked Matt's cheek.


"Don't worry about me okay? Everything is fine! Now how about I go warm up up something to eat, okay?" Matt was still blushing at the gesture made by Matthew.


"Y-Yeah... Whatever you feel like doing..." That was another problem Matt tended to have. Simple actions such as hugging or quick pecks on the cheek and mouth made his whole face heat up. Maybe because before he met Matthew, he never really received love and attention like that. What was worse is that Matthew noticed, and had the tendency to tease him about it.

Hearing Matthew chuckle lightly, Matt grumbled and sat on the couch as Matthew walked into the kitchen.


"If he wasn't so cute, I'd swear I would strangled him by now.. Too considerate, wimpy, affectionate.... Concerned for my well being..." Matt sighed loudly and shook his head at the thought. He really did love Matthew...


"God damnit why does love have to be so complicated?!" Matt mumbled to himself. Reaching for the t.v remote, he still couldn't shake the feeling of concern for his boyfriend. He hid his emotion quite well, but after living with Matthew for two years, he could tell when something was wrong.


Inside the kitchen, Matthew had just finished heating up some poutine and was trying to stay positive. He felt bad that Matt had noticed his unusual unhappy attitude recently.


"I hope he doesn't think its something he did..." In truth, what was really bothering Matthew was how he hadn't  heard from his brother Alfred recently. His twin brother who had lived in America usually would contact him every week since the two had a close bond, but it had been a month since Matthew had heard from him. Obviously something was up, but he did his best to shake off the feeling of worry. After all, knowing Alfred, he had just gotten himself caught in the latest American trends and just gotten carried away.


"Everything is fine... After all, it is nice not to have him pestering me!" Matthew told himself, trying to act cheerful. Grabbing the plates of poutine, the Canadian made his way back to the living room where his boyfriend had sprawled out on the couch with the news on. However, at the immediate sight of seeing Matthew with the poutine, Matt shot up and sat upright. A large smile spread across Matthew’s face at the sight. Sitting down, Matthew distributed Matt the plate of poutine and gently rests his head on Matt’s shoulder. Again, Matt’s face flushed at the simple motion and did a rare, small smile.


“Anything happening in good ol’ Ottawa?” Questioned Matthew while snuggling closer. Matt, who hadn't been paying attention, did a small shrug.


“ Nothing out of the ordinary… Hey Matthew, I wanted to talk to you about-” Matt was then interrupted as the t.v started to flash a warning slightly, followed by a news lady popping up on the screen with a face of urgency.


“This is an important public announcement. Currently, a murder is on the lose heavily armed and dangerous.” The camera switch to a screen where a body was currently being placed in a hospital vehicle, a tarp covering the body with the face still visible.


“ It was discovered a man who goes by the name of Arthur Kirkland was discovered brutally murdered and left out in the streets. Police are currently discovering more evidence that could lead us to the killer. For now, please be aware and stay indoors.” The t.v suddenly went black at Matt had reached for the remote and turned the t.v off. His eyes darted to his side to see Matthew sitting up now, frozen and still looking at the blank screen.


“ Matthew. Hey. Are you okay?” Matt asked, lightly shaking Matthew’s shoulder. Dark eyes met with Matthew’s lighter ones, brimming with sadness and shock.


“ I… T-That was… Oh my god…” Matthew covered his mouth. As more questioned were going to be asked, the vibrating of a cell phone could be heard coming from Matthew’s pocket. Slowly, his hand burrowed it’s way in and pulled out the phone before answering it slowly.


“H-Hello? This is Matthew speaking…”


“Mattie? Bro is it really you? Thank god you’re alright! I thought you might be dead!”


“Me dead? Alfred what’s going on?! I haven’t heard from you in months and now all of a sudden you’re calling thinking I was-”

“No time to explain! Listen to me Matthew. You’re in serious danger! A murderer is now within reach of you!” In a state of disturbance, Matthew’s phone slipped it’s way out of his grasp and dropped to the floor. The pair of dark eyes still staring at him now revealed interest and concern. A slight knock could be heard against the front door of the house, and all of Matthew’s stability disappeared without a trace.