*This just kind of happened, when I was writing and talking with a friend of mine. I do not own Kuroshitsuji.*
Disaster
The foyer of Phantomhive Manor was in disarray. The doors had been blown off their hinges. The railing of the balcony had shattered. Portraits had fallen from the wall. The walls were riddled with bullet holes…and so were people. There were bodies strewn across the floor.
I stood at the foot of the stairs as I watched the chaos. I was too stunned, too frightened to move. Ciel was hidden behind a desk, tossed on its side. Sebastian seemed to dance around the room, disarming men in black coats and killing others. The other servants were nowhere in sight.
After a moment, a handful of bullets sped straight for Ciel. Sebastian was too far and there was nothing I could possibly do, but shout, "Ciel!"
Somehow, miraculously, Sebastian was at Ciel's side and lifted the young master into his arms before leaping high onto the balcony where he was momentarily safe.
But I wasn't. My shout must have drawn their attention because now, of the remaining eight men, three were facing me. Two threw knives in my direction and the third fired his handgun. Knives and bullets sped my way and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd die quickly or not…
Everything in the room slowed to a stop, freezing entirely. The Undertaker walked in casually, dressed in black, as usual. He looked around the room, "My, my, there's quite a lot of death here, isn't there." Still glancing around, he continued, "It'd be such a shame to end the story here, now wouldn't it.?"
His eyes landing on Lady Cecilia's face, frozen in shock and fear, he finished, "Why don't we take a look at what led to all this death and destruction, shall we?"
*Okay, so this is short, but chapters will get longer. The Undertaker, when he's not part of the story, will act as a second narrator from time to time. Please leave a comment/review. Until next time.*