my goodness! I am so sorry it took so long to update this! I had started this chapter so long ago but I didn't pick it up again until yesterday! Anyways, enjoy!
"Good, do we have a deal?" Undertaker held out a hand to Ciel.
The earl thought for a minute before reluctantly sighing and shaking Undertaker's hand. "We have a deal" he replied.
Undertaker cracked a grin "what would you like to know?"
Sebastian pulled out a stack of information from within his jacket and handed it to Ciel, who fingered the papers as he skimmed them over a bit before handing them to Undertaker.
"This is all we have on the victims. Six of them starting with the stripper." Ciel reported as undertaker leafed through the files, uninterested in everything but each victim's pictures.
Resuming a more comfortable position as he leaned on a sleek black coffin. "I remember them.." He finally stated handing back the files to Ciel." In fact,..." Undertaker got up from the coffin and began to stroll across the room.
" What does that mean!? do you have anything on them or not?" Ciel asked impatiently.
Undertaker tapped his long black nails on a extremely large coffin that leaned against the wall, his nails resembling claws more than anything else. "Hmmmm would you mind coming to the back with me for a second?" Undertaker cracked as he began scooting the ridiculously large coffin to the side revealing what looked like a doggy door. "After you." He said, gesturing toward the meter lengthen square with his pale, slender hands. Undertaker smirked as he saw the small shock on the boy's face as the door was revealed.
When Undertaker went missing, they had searched the shop for clues to his disappearance but never found anything and the entire time the young earl had done business with Undertaker, he had never once seen the strange door.
"It seems my father failed to show you the 'behind the scenes' of his operations." Undertaker remarked when Ciel had managed to compose himself.
"Yes, he did. But frankly, I never thought it could get any more behind the scenes when the man made coffins for a living." The boy murmured to himself before realizing that Undertaker was still expecting him to go through the dog sized door.
He glanced at the door with scepticism. The very thought of getting on his knees to squeeze through this door was enough to make his stomach unsettled. And may I also mind you that this was a door that belonged to UNDERTAKER and was one that he didn't know what awaited him on the other side. "You go first," the earl managed to say, still eyeing the object cautiously.
Undertaker chuckled at the boy's paranoia before crawling through the door.
After a few deep breaths, Ciel swallowed his feelings and followed Undertaker into the door.
On the other side of the door, Ciel was greeted with the smell of rotting corpses. Yes, the reward Ciel got for his bravery was dead bodies.
As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, Ciel could see it was a smaller room made of bricks. To one side of the room, there were a small pile of half built coffins and to the other side, there were two wooden tables. One, large, bulky, and long, the other, shorter and smaller in surface. On the long table laid two female corpses and on the shorter table, there was a male corpse. It tool a moment to realize that the corpses were the bodies of the deceased victims.
The two woman on the larger tables were Leah, the stripper, and Sophia, the homeless mother. On the smaller table was Jonathan, who they had seen earlier that morning.
"Why do you have these bodies?" Ciel inquired.
Undertaker chuckled softly, "My dear boy, did you ever wonder what happened to the bodies of victims after they are discovered and looked over by you, yourself? They go to me, where I get my turn to examine them. After all, someone must be the mortition and who better to perform autopsy than myself or my father?"
Ciel furrowed his brow. It wasn't just the discovery of undertakers multiple secrets or the smell of the dead, it was the way he called Ciel 'boy'. Perhaps it was because it made him feel small despite the fact that they were actually quite close in age.
"So what is the information you have on this case?" Asked Sebastian, who had stayed quiet for so long.
"Ah, that's right!" exclaimed Undertaker as he was brought back to the subject at hand, "while performing autopsy on the bodies, I was able to recover the bullet lodged in their brain using the same method as the Ancient Egyptians. By pulling it out of their nose! Did you know that the Ancient Egyptians had thought that the brain was of least important and threw it away when one died while they preserved the other organs and the rest of the body? It's really quite intriguing!"
"Undertaker!" Ciel reminded impatiently.
The mortition stopped and composed himself once he realized he had gone off. "Anyways, at first glance, I had thought the bullets were a bright bronze but upon further examination, I realized that the bullets were actually gold plated! What was even more interesting was that the bullets weren't bullets at all but capsules! And in them were small, rolled up pieces of paper with the line 'death to those who defy' written in blood. Each capsule had the same message hidden inside." Undertaker handed one of the small, open capsules with the roll of paper.
Ciel took a minute to ponder the new information and examine the capsule himself. "Sebastian, when we leave, create a list of companies that make gold capsules or bullets." The earl ordered as he faced Sebastian.
"As you wish." Sebastian responded
"Ah, that's right. I can shorten that list even further!" Undertaker chirped. "The capsules had the initials MW engraved on the very edge. Also, I don't think it was a bullet manufacturer. It is completely unethical to create gold bullets. Gold is to soft a metal to make a bullet, it would warp under the heat of the gun when fired which would throw off the accuracy. That is why at first, I had thought it was copper, I was surprized at how little the capsules had warped."
"Then, Sebastian, I change my order. Create a list of manufacturers that have, start, or are related to the initials MW and make gold capsules or bullets, but prioritize the capsules." Ciel stated making sure he had said everything he wanted to.
"Yes my lord." Sebastian responded.
"Is that all?" Ciel asked Undertaker semi-eager to leave the disturbing room.
"Hmmm?" Undertaker responded from his place at the long tabel where he had been playing with Leah's(the stripper) long black hair. "Oh, yes that's all I have. I'll call you if I get anything new. You can leave now" he said as he pushed a section of the wall that swung open revealing a doorway back to the main shop.
Ciel stared at the large door-shaped hole in the wall. "Why did you make us crawl through that ridiculously small thing you call a door when you have a normal sized one!"
Undertaker shrugged "You never asked, and anyways, it only opens one way. Easy to open on this side but hard to open on the other."
Ciel stormed through the large door followed by Sebastian. He could not believe this! After this encounter he was absolutely certain that this boy was the son of Undertaker, or the old one alt least.
hehe did anyone notice I pulled a ducky? Ah, I just love NCIS! Anyways, if any of my facts are wrong, please tell me(to be honest, I don't even know if that gold bullet thing is corect) p.s. don't expect any regular updates! They will be entirely random! Also, sorry there wasnt a lot of Sebastian in this one, hopefuly next chapter there will be!