A/N: A small drabble this time, enjoy it! Reviews are appreciated as always~!
"No matter how much time has passed… I'm still your one and only master."
– Glen Baskerville, in response to Gilbert Nightray
The blast of a gun cut the air in a matter of seconds, destroying all hopes of peace like the fragment of a mirror. Too soon, Jack? Leo Baskerville smiled, congratulated his servant — because two things are important: Gilbert Nightray is a precise shooter. Good shooters only aim to kill. — and patted his shoulder. A puppet, had Leo tugged the string too hard? The raven-haired boy cackled in madness for the briefest seconds, only to be taken over by Glen, and what a party-killer he is, cutting his amusement short. Leo leans back, however, in the depths of his mind, such an insane place that'd make the Will of the Abyss jealous, ready to play with his favourite puppets and weren't they B-rabbit and scared Gil? Bingo. B-rabbit sat on a wall, B-rabbit had a great fall, he sing songs, then throws the small toy against a wall, shrieking in rage of what could've been, but it isn't. Leo, the puppeteer, laughs loudly. Madly. Dances with himself in the short space his twisted mind is, then breaks everything there is at hands' reach to be destroyed, but it's all too soon. He reminds himself of Jack sometimes, but if people are allowed to say Jack's a hero, so he's sane.
Glen kicks back in, intruding spirit he is, but when did Leo's body ever had been his, in the whole free sense of the word? He forces back some sanity and Leo, that actually didn't do much of a small, dry-smile despite the whole ball going on inside his head, lets out a sigh of tiredness, the rain slowly falling. It wets the grass around him, it stains his coats and makes his hair darker than it already is. In front of him, lies a boy, or a chain… Lies something he can't tell what it is, something that looks a lot like a puppet without strings. Sad thing, he couldn't play with this one anymore, could he…? Leo, or rather, Glen Baskerville closes his eyes in grief, then walks away from the desolate place.
-The End-