"Shush now, nothing is going to happen to you."
During the cold, windy winter night, many people were in their own beds peacefully sleeping, but this night wasn't at all peaceful as it seems. In one house all you could hear was muffled screams and the wails of a crying infant. All noises were starting to die down, till a loud gunshot rang through the air. Alerting other surrounding neighbors and the abundant city all a round, beckoning the calls of the Scotland Yard Police Force to investigate what has happened in this home, what terrible misfortune and deed would someone do oh so close to Christmas.
The house was quiet for a few minutes after that ringing gunshot rung though the air, till the sound of broken doors and stampeding feet started to sound off. The smell of fresh blood overwhelming, they found the bedroom first, where the wretched stench flew through the air and directly revealed the source of the smell.
There has lain in all her mortal glory a young woman, who had empty blue eyes and cold pale hands. Still dressed in her nightgown…Or what was left of the nightgown. She had multiple stab wounds in the chest and a gag stuffed in her mouth. But she wasn't alone, leaning against the bed parallel to the door where the cries of the child came from.
Was a man with a knife in his hand…The perpetrator I presume, he was stopped instantly in his tracks by a single bullet that hit him straight into the heart.
But there was one good thing that has happened during this terrible night. The small infant, a little boy who was lying in his crib during this whole atrocious ordeal, has survived. The police looked for the other person who has shot the gun. The only possible witness who has saved this child's life, but alas they found no one. The window was open, but no feet imprints were found in the snow at all. Some would say it was a miracle or god's work that the child has survived.
But the Undertaker on the other hand knows that it was just the work of his meddling friend, who happened to be nearby to hear the crime going on while it was happening.
This unfortunate homicide and rape just happened to take place a block away from the Undertaker's residence. Needless to say, since the Police Force can't identify who the missing witness and or suspect was. The queen had sent out her Bulldog to sniff out and find this witness who can disappear so easily.
"At least she isn't a loud sobbing type of girl. That would interfere with my work now it would."
Said the gray haired man, who was currently busy taking care of a client, the same woman whose life ended prematurely the same day, early in the morning yet also late at night. Her stab wounds to be sewn up and tightened together, like how a woman's corset would be tightened. Busy at work, he was.
But on the other side of a door leading to his bedroom, They're sat a quietly weeping woman with a soaked through handkerchief filled with tears of sorrow and regret, who was cradling an old shiny metal revolver that was given to her from the one man who took her in and gave her a home. As soon as her crying started to die down, she thought of what happened to Ciel and then she was stuck in circles. She never had reasons to cry, other than one. But this whole lot of reasons that kept her in one spot for hours. Still cradling that gun and even pressed its cold steel barrel to her cheek. One bullet was missing from the chamber from earlier. Then she lifted her head when she heard the bell of the main door ring. Her eyes widened and her lips parted with surprise when she heard that familiar voice. That same voice she hadn't heard in years, that one voice that she was indebted too.
Yes, another update and yet its still short like the last one. I swear the next one will be longer. I'm just trying to get the plot going. Remember! Help me become a better writer by reviewing with constructive criticism. And I really enjoyed the positive feedback from the last chapter I submitted. Thank you so much for reviewing, and giving this Idea of mine attention.