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That Butler, Reflective
'thoughts'
"speech"
"Demonic speech"
{setting/stage directions?}
SOUND EFFECTS
An entire sentence like this, without quotes, is narration for dreams or stuff like written letters.
=†=†=†=†= scene shift/time shift
Previously:
"... Tee-hee-hee-!" Grell giggled maniacally as he forced Sebastian back up against one of the alley's brick walls. "You can't play make-believe with yours truly like you can do with humans, Sebas-chan." Grell said as he started to push his Scythe's cutting edge further down, digging into the brick wall, as he tried to get it closer to Sebastian. "The Death Scythe can slice right through... memories... souls... dimensions..."
Sebastian's eyes narrowed as he glared dangerously at Grell. If Chêne had heard that... there would be nothing to stop her from leaving. He turned his head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse to see whether she had indeed heard Grell or not.
"... and even devils!" Grell shouted gleefully as he took advantage of Sebastian's moment of weakness, and cut him.
Grell's Scythe grazed Sebastian's shoulder and cut about a millimeter deep, but Sebastian tightened his grip on the Scythe, and stopped it from cutting him any further. However, Sebastian now knew he at least didn't have to worry about Chêne over hearing his conversation with Grell. They were currently having their own confrontation with Madam Red.
"Why...?" Ciel asked Madam Red as he and Chêne stood to face the other half of Jack the Ripper. They couldn't do anything to help Sebastian, and they knew that any interference on their part would only distract him and make things more difficult.
"Why? What is the point of asking me now? When we have already become... the 'watchdog' and its 'prey'." Madam Red said cynically as she slowly approached them. Chêne tensed, getting ready to act if needed.
Chêne didn't actually have a weapon on her, since she only learned how to fight hand-to-hand from her father. He had told her once that carrying a weapon you can't use properly could actually be more dangerous than not having one at all, since you possibly injure yourself, or your attacker could easily take from you, and use it to hurt you instead... besides, Madam Red also appeared to be unarmed.
"If I don't hunt the watchdog, I will be hunted. In which case... there is only one way out!!" Madam Red yelled as she suddenly drew a knife from her sleeve and lunged at Ciel, who seemed to be too shocked to react.
"!?" Chêne gasped, her eyes widened in horror as she realized that when she had moved Ciel behind her to hide him from Grell, she had accidentally moved him closer to Madam Red, and he was in front of her now. "Ciel—!" Chêne screamed as she ran.
STAB!
"...!" Ciel cried in alarm when he realized what had just happened. At the very last moment, Chêne had thrown herself at Ciel, shoving him out the way, but she wasn't quick enough to get herself out of the way in time to avoid being stabbed... Madam Red's knife was now piercing Chêne's stomach.
"!" Sebastian said, gritting his teeth as he watched, unable to move from his position. He still had his hands full trying to keep himself from being cut down by Grell. "Ugh—!" Chêne grunted in pain as she elbowed Madam Red in the chest, causing the older woman to stumble back, and pull the knife out of Chêne's stomach. Chêne winced in pain as she held her hand over her wound, trying to apply enough pressure to stop the bleeding.
"Chêne!" Ciel yelled, concerned.
"I'll be fine... It hurts like hell, but... I'll be fine." Chêne reassured him, smiling wryly through her pain. She didn't want Ciel to be too distracted when he was dealing with Madam Red. He needed to have his wits about him. "I've survived being struck by lightening before, remember? I'm too stubborn to just keel over from something like a little prick in the stomach." She joked. Ciel gave her one last look before turning back to face Madam Red, clenching his fist.
"Madam. You are a physician. Why would you kill—!?" Ciel demanded angrily.
"A brat like you will never understand!!" Madam Red screamed as she lunged at Ciel and pinned him to the wall, holding him by his neck with one hand. "Not ever!!"
"Ciel—ugh!!" Chêne cried, grunting in pain when she tried to move. Her wound was worse than she had initially thought, and she couldn't get her body to cooperate and move.
"Ka-hah!" Ciel coughed as Madam Red choked him.
"I wish you... that someone like you—!" Madam Red said darkly, shaking slightly as she tightened her grip on the knife in her hand.
"..." Sebastian said, furrowing his brow, and gritting his teeth in frustration as he could only watch from where he was pinned against the wall. Ciel's right hand twitched to his side.
"Madam, please stop! That's Ciel you're hurting, your nephew!" Chêne begged anxiously, struggling to stand, at the same time Madam Red yelled.
"That someone like you... had never been born!!" Madam Red screamed, her face was twisted in deranged agony as she raised the knife to stab Ciel, not hearing Chêne until it was too late.
"Noooo!" Chêne screamed as she forced her self to move in a desperate attempt to save Ciel. Madam Red was about to stab Ciel when she saw his frightened face.
'Sister...' Madam Red thought sadly as an image of her elder sister, Ciel's mother replaced his face in her mind. Chêne rushed forward, shielding Ciel once again. She figured she'd been stabbed once already anyway...
"Young Master! Chêne!" Sebastian yelled anxiously as his pupils turned to slits and glowed, and his canine teeth elongated slightly into fangs as he lunged forward. His human form was slipping in his desperation reach them in time. Chêne was such a fool! One stab wound might not be lethal, but two...
SPLAT!
Crimson blood splattered all over the wall, but that didn't stop Sebastian. He instantly appeared behind Madam Red, he had partially reverted back to his demonic form, and there was a terrible murderous gleam in his glowing red eyes as he loomed over Madam Red, and reached for the distraught woman. He was out for blood.
"Stop!! Sebastian!!" Ciel yelled. Madam Red was no longer trying to hurt them, instead she was crying as she held her face in her hands. "Don't kill her!!" Ciel ordered, causing the demon to freeze. He was only a centimeter away from Madam Red's head. Sebastian took a step back, fully reverting back to his human form. He was breathing heavily, his crimson eyes cast in shadow, as he clutched his bleeding right shoulder with his left hand. Ciel and Chêne stared at him, shocked to see him in such a state.
"... Sebastian...?" Ciel said, stunned. The wound on Sebastian's arm looked deep, like the only thing keeping his arm still attached to his shoulder was the hand that he was using to hold it with. He looked like a wild and dangerous wounded animal.
"S-Sebastian... your arm...?" Chêne asked nervously as she took a cautious step towards him. She knew Madam Red wouldn't hurt Ciel, so he was safe for now... It still hurt to move with her wound though, and she was starting to have a little trouble breathing. "... Let me help you...please?" Chêne asked Sebastian as she removed her hat and unwrapped the scarf she had used to hold her hair up, like a mini turban.
Sebastian let her approach him, and the demon watched silently as Chêne wrapped his arm with her scarf, helping to slow the bleeding and hold it in place better. He caught a glimpse of her wound now that she was no longer holding her side, and her coat fell open. Sebastian could see that her waistcoat had already been practically dyed red by her own blood. It surprised him that she could still move with a wound like that... humans were awfully fragile, and he knew Chêne could possibly die if she lost too much blood... he should wrap this up quickly.
"Tee-hee~! Why Sebas-chan! You've got guts~!" Grell sang in approval as he leaned against his Scythe. It was still stuck in the wall... Sebastian's blood was splattered all over it and the Scythe. "To think you would sacrifice an arm... to go rescue those brats." Grell said, grinning, his voice full of approval. "But you are a whole different story... Madam!!" Grell said harshly as he pulled his scythe free from the wall, and walked towards them. Madam Red flinched. Chêne's eyes widened slightly.
'She's scared of him...' Chêne thought. Maybe she hadn't been acting as freely as they thought... on the other hand, she'd be nervous too if a chainsaw wielding psycho was turning on her.
"You just go and kill that brat now, you hear!?" Grell said forcefully.
"No..." Madame Red mumbled, quivering as she bit her lip.
"Hunh?" Grell asked, sneering at her. Did she just say 'no' to him?
"I cannot... I cannot kill this child...!" Madam Red cried, holding her hands to her chest as tears streamed down her face.
"How can you say that now!? After you've chopped up all those women!" Grell demanded incredulously. "If you don't kill him, he'll kill you instead! And after I've gone to all the trouble of assisting you!"
"But..." Madam Red protested shakily. "But!! This child is my—!" She yelled, turning to Grell.
Shnk!
Ciel, Chêne, and Sebastian stared, shocked. Grell had just stabbed Madam Red through the heart with his Death Scythe. There was not an once of hesitation in the Reaper.
"I'm so disappointed in you... Madam Red." Grell said bluntly, sneering as he ripped his Scythe forcefully from her chest, tossing Madam Red's body away, as though she were nothing. "I can't say I care a shred for... this plain woman you've become."
Ciel and Chêne stared, horrified, as Madam red's blood flowed from her wound and transformed into reels of film.
Author's note:
I was going to do Madam Red's whole Cinematic Record in the next chapter, but I was wondering just how much of it you guys wanted me to writ about it. Should I do the whole thing or just give a quick summary and move on? Personally, I liked Madam Red before she tried to kill Ciel, and I think she had one of the best character deaths...
