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William watched Sebastian leave so hastily after given out that sudden cry. The confused Shinigami immediately tried to escape his cell but the pain from his hips and head shot up his spine, telling him to stay put. He watched as Grell screeched for water, for anything to cease the flames that began to engulf him. William had no idea what to do.

He had no glasses on. He was naked. He could only hear and see the haze of a bright red color that flickered to and fro, though the form was convulsing rather madly. Screams began to grow louder, William was at loss. He felt so helpless, he tried to prioritize things first. He reached for the canteen at the corner of his cell and tried to toss the contents at Grell to douse the flames; the issue was that there was nothing in the metal pitcher so he tossed it to the side.

"G-guh...Grell!" He raised his voice dryly until the flames that danced had suddenly died away. He heard a distinct thud; the redhead had collapsed out of either pain or pity for William. "Grell?"

There was no answer.

A faint breath or so but nothing more. He fought the pain and dragged himself (he was laying upon his straw bed at the moment) closer to the bars, his hand reached out to touch whatever he could find of the man that was burnt. Much to his horror, the flesh was heated and very soft, soft as a meat that has been boiled in a soup. He felt even more up whatever he could touch, this was Grell's arm. Somehow the fire had set his clothes ablaze and had burned them off his back, even his skin wasn't saved from the onslaught.

"Grell!"

Now it was his time to panic.

Was this the help he requested from Grell?

Another prisoner was to be added to that damn boy's collection, William thought for a moment.

If Grell, the strongest man (or woman) in the London Division has failed to rescue William, who can save him now?

No one would come for them, no one. Grell probably had left the office without notifying others, after all, it was something the daft man would do. William retracted his hand and laid on his side upon the cold, stone floor. He held it close to himself, muttering,"I am to spend the rest of eternity here then, none would call for us."

For the first time in his life, William cursed the policies of the very organization he had devoted himself to for the past century and a half. This marked the first rebellion that William would incite within his never ending life, he wondered what to do, should he ever escape, now that he has renounced his ways. He gave a sigh.

There was one way he and Grell could get out of here, and that was to strike a new bargain with the Earl Phantomhive.

"...again, Grell, you leave me to do your work."

-...-

Sebastian had raced out to the gardens where Ciel had been eating with his distinguished guest. For some reason, adrenaline had coursed through his inhuman body; it was fear for the welfare of his precious soul. Perhaps spending time amongst the humans had taken a toll upon his nature, that was something he would have to take note of someday. He ceased his breaths to listen for anything out of the ordinary; Ciel's scream was loud enough to reach the dungeons and yet the boy was not even there.

He walked around, he noticed that everything upon the table was still neat as though Ciel and Undertaker had gotten up to take a stroll in the orchard. That would be odd. Ciel never exactly favored walks and Undertaker knew better than to do anything to the Earl.

"Master," he murmured after inhaling and exhaling after a few minutes. He looked around once more, there was nothing. In all honesty, he was beginning to worry. There was no trace of him and yet he could sense Ciel's soul upon the premises. He strode to the left, then to the right, finally, he looked back at the Manor.

Then a Ciel's scream pierced the air.

"Master!" Sebastian shouted, sprinting in the direction of which the scream had come from. It was from around the Manor, in fact, it was from the other side of it. Such a feat of running around was no sweat though as the screams grew louder, each step grew heavier and harder to take. Eventually he whirled around the last corner and found the first things that could have made him gag should he have no been sensitive.

Undertaker was against the wall, a smile plastered upon his face. In front of the silver haired man was Ciel, the blue haired boy was too busy spitting up his innards at what was ahead of him.

Strewn across the lawn were pieces of flesh, chunks of it had been diced about and extremities were tossed here and there as though an animal had come by and wrecked the once living thing. Two heads had finished rolling about, from the looks of whatever features they had left, Sebastian could only guess they were the Shinigami from earlier, or at least one of them; one was blond and the other was brunette, another supposition was that they had found their missing friend and yet a tragic thing had struck them.

As Ciel spat up his meal, for he had been exposed to something that had a strong semblance to Jack the Ripper's mess, Sebastian rushed to his Master's side and pulled him away to cover his eyes. In an instant, he shouted at Undertaker furiously,"What on earth has come over you to do such a thing? !"

Sebastian had no doubts that Undertaker had done this, after all, he was covered in blood and was grinning.

"Simple, your Master ordered me to hunt them down. It's been quite a while since I had any fun so I thought I'd make it last. A pure shame, though, one of them got away; he was called Ronald-"

"As much as I appreciate your efforts to please the Young Master, you are not his servant but a guest upon these grounds. In what way, in your right mind, do you think you'll gain out of this? Out of this butchery?"

Undertaker's grin went wider. "A game, butler, a good game for myself. If you don't mind..." Undertaker was readying to leave but Ciel spoke out, weakly and yet firmly.

"He's fine, Sebastian, I consented to this but it is quite an overkill," the boy managed to choke out before thrusting his head to the side and vomiting even more,"I order the both of you to...to clean this all up. Clean it all up, for all I know, Soma can suddenly pop up out of nowhere. From these surprise visits I wouldn't be...urp, amazed if Nina comes by."

A/N: I'm sorry I hadn't updated. School's caught up with me!

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