"Blood on the Butterfly"

Alois Trancy got angry. Easily.

It would start in his stomach. A flame-like pressure would erupt right out i his small stomach and up throughout his bloodstream. His blood would transfer the fiery rage to every other part of him. His legs, his arms, his head. Once the flames known as rage had engulfed his brain, there was nothing left of so-called "common sense." It was all gone in those few seconds it took for the fire to spread.


"Hannah, what are you doing here...?" Alois said one day, his fire barely an ember embedded in him. "I didn't order you to work in the garden today."

The maid spun round, averting her one useable eye from her Master's cold ice ones. "I-I am aware Master...I was merely fixing up a few flowers, that's all. I was going to go back to work right after..."

"For some reason, I cannot believe you..." The blond Earl said, the ember beginning to kindle little by little. "Show me what you did."

The gray-haired maid nodded and swiftly stood up from her place on the cold dirt. Alois surveyed what she had done.

"Bluebells...you added bluebells..." He said, the rage beginning to infiltrate his bloodstream. "Why...?"

If the maid answered truthfully, he'd never believe her. "I-I thought they were pretty. We don't have any in your garden and I thought I should take it upon myself to plant them.."

"Take it upon yourself eh?" He restated, feeling the touch of the burning rage reaching to his throat. "How utterly pointless..."

In a mere second the fire had replaced Alois' sense. He lunged out at his maid and grabbed her fragile throat. "How dare you not follow your Master's command! You are nothing but my puppet! Get that in your ugly head!"

Hannah just stayed silent as her neck was trashed around, waiting for it to end. She couldn't die after all.

As soon as the inevitable rage had come, it went. The young boy's mind cleared. As soon as his unclouded eyes focused, he could see how tight his fingers were clamped around her. He saw how her lips were turning blue and her fogging eyes.

Alois' hands trembled and he let go of her. Hannah slumped to the ground, coughing badly.

"N-no..." Alois mumbled to himself, his eyes clouding again. This time it wasn't rage, it was tears.


None of the servants saw their master that day. He was in his room, crying in the corner.