Chapter 2: Chapter 2

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Before my foot even left the last stair, the metal cane whacked me in my side, successfully knocking me into the old rod. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelling out

"You idiot! Way ain't the house clean?" Mick Allstar, my loveable uncle, yelled the cane at the ready by his side. I stood up, and force my face to become indifferent. I could give an answer but that would result in the same thing if I kept my mouth shut.

Don't you just love lose-lose situations?

"Because it's four in the morning. I don't usually get up until six to clean."

Whack!

"DON'T YA GET SMART!" he yelled using the cane to hit me across the face. Immediately I coughed up blood. Turning on my hurting side I glared and lifted myself up (déjà-vu) just as he wobbled a bit to the side, using that hated metal cane as a support. "Ya, better start…" he trailed off. I could tell he was still drunk, maybe having his hangover, but drunk nonetheless. Hiccupping he swung the cane again, weakly it hit me in the shoulder but it still hurt. "Ya, better get this place… clean" And then he passed out.

'Kill him in his sleep'

'No… well not yet anyways…'

'KILL HIM NOW'

Yes, I have conflicting thoughts on whether to kill someone or not.. I-I mean I'm not crazy, I'm sure you be having the same thoughts!

At six, after everything was clean and the food was burnt (on purpose of course) I was ready to just go back to bed but instead I slip on my past the waist silver jacket and left the rotten place.

In Whitechapel, you make your money a couple of ways. Either you're a thief, a prostitute, or you work in an Undertaker's shop. I fall under the last category sadly. I guess it's better than the other two but… its Undertaker. Anyways we are not here to talk about Whitechapel, we are here to explain my story. That some rude butler's say no one cares about. Pfff he's just jealous I actually have time to write this.

"Hey, Undertaker! Are-" I started to say but stop when I saw my silver hair boss at the entrance standing about a foot or two away from me. Grinning like an insane person.

Well, he actually he IS insane so that really wasn't a simile…

"Umm boss?" I said really creep out. I mean it's not every day your boss grins like a psychopath when you walk inside. Maybe five times a month, but not every day. Undertaker still grin a creepy song-like "Yes~" coming from him.

"Remember that talk we had last week?" in response Undertaker nodded rapidly.

"Of course I do! It was veeerrrry fun!"

"So what are you doing now?" really at times like these, I feel like the boss. Or mother… yeah boss is better. I cannot see myself being older than Undertaker. He's almost a thousand I think.

"Invading your personal space~."

I nodded. "Yes you are. Now please stop it." Right after I said that, Undertaker grinned, "I knew he was coming…. Rai, hide in the coffin over there!" he was pointing to one of his "hiding" coffins. I shook my head, "Boss! You need to stop scarring people! It's rude!"

Undertaker frowned. "You're no fun~!"

"You're not sane." Oh gods I regret saying this. Right after those words left my mouth, Boss grinned holding a frying pan (that appeared out of nowhere.)

Let's just say I had a really bad headache afterwards.