"Time for work!" Alois cheerfully declared as he hastily put on his boyfriend's coat.
"That's mine." The Phantomhive stated, knowing that it was futile to try and retrieve his coat from the menace. Instead of arguing, he simply grabbed Alois' coat from where it rested draped over the back of the sofa and put it on. "If you like it so much, then why don't you just keep it?"
"I can't. If I do that, then the scent will wear off, which defeats the whole purpose. It's gotta be refreshed often, Pooch." Replied the Macken. With that, he started heading out the door. "C'mon! We've got a shape-shifting supernatural murderer to catch!"
"You are having way too much fun right now." Spoke the watchdog, quickly following after him. They both hurried downstairs and headed toward the car, only to be stopped by a slightly drowsy Luka.
"Big brother, where are you going?" the boy asked, rubbing his eye. It was almost time for him to be going to bed, so he knew it was odd for the duo to be heading out at this hour. Immediately, Alois paused before crouching down to the younger Macken's level.
"We've got to go to work because of a little emergency." He said, ruffling his brother's hair. "Don't you worry about it, though. We'll be back real soon, m'kay?"
"Okay." Luka answered with a nod. He knew his sibling's work was important, so he couldn't complain. The blonde menace smiled and kissed the boy on the cheek before standing up again and heading toward the door, walking backwards on his way out.
"Bye~! I love you~! Night, Luka~!"
"G'night~!" the brunet replied with a grin, waving as the eldest of the Macken brothers scurried out the door with the Phantomhive Watchdog in tow.
The duo got in the car and got strapped in. Ciel pulled up a GPS app on his cellphone and punched in the address that Travis had given them before they took off down the road. Down the driveway, through the gate, and off they went in pursuit of not only Patricia's attacker, but a murderer.
The lights on the city streets flickered, illuminating the inside of the car as they passed by. Ciel looked out for Travis' car as Alois drove, listening to the directions spoken to them by the app on the bluenette's phone. Eventually, they saw it, with two people sitting inside of it. Travis opened the car door and stepped out as the demonic duo pulled up and parked beside him. The two then stepped out to greet him.
"Hey." Called Alois, shutting the door. "Heard you got a shape-shifter problem."
"I don't know what it is." The Sullivan replied. "Whatever it was, it attacked my friend, here, not once, but twice."
"All of the other victims in our case had died at the scene of their attack." Ciel stated, leaning so that he could look at the girl in the human's vehicle. "She got away, so it's probably going to try and finish the job so it can replace her."
"They say that those who meet their doppelganger will surely die." Spoke the menace, peering in as well. He offered the girl a thumbs up. "Don't worry, though, we won't let that happen. This thing couldn't even chase your car, so it sounds totally weak."
"What are you talking about?" asked the frightened girl, confused. "Wait, did you say 'shape-shifter'?"
"Yeah, we've been looking for one for a couple of days." The Macken bluntly stated. "Have you seen any? They're tricky to catch."
"You're joking…." Patricia murmured, her eyes staring intently at the blonde as she tried to read him. It was understandable for her to be wary. These things weren't supposed to exist after all, and she didn't want to make a fool of herself for believing in something so childish. No one in their right mind would believe her story unless they saw it for themselves.
"'Fraid not." The blonde said, resting his hand on top of the car.
"You're going to have to tell us what happened." Ciel said, stepping in. "We deal with 'unnatural' occurrences like this quite often, but we still need to act with caution."
"Why? We're just gonna kill it in the end…"
"Jim." The Phantomhive said scoldingly, looking up at the menace. His singular eye turned back to the girl for a moment as he waited for an answer.
Was this happening? These two were exactly as Travis described, both in appearance and personality. More importantly, however, what was that part about dealing with this bizarre sort of thing "often"? Also, what's this about killing it? Surely they were joking. They were joking or they were insane. Travis claimed to be good friends with them, so surely they couldn't be that bad. Unless of course, Travis was insane too.
"I don't think she quite believes what she saw, Ciel." Spoke the blonde, straightening his back and leaning against Travis' vehicle. "If your hunch is correct, though, it shouldn't matter. It's gonna come back eventually, so we'll just have to hang around."
Patricia tensed up at the statement. This was far from over. She knew that they were right. If she really did see what she thought she did, it was definitely going to come back and finish her off. No matter how she didn't want to believe it, and no matter how badly she wanted this all to be some bad dream that she'll wake up from at any second, what happened, happened. There was no denying it. The Ramirez woman hung her head, trying to find the ability to speak.
"It has my face…" she said in a hushed tone. Her voice sounded strange. "It didn't when I first saw it, but then it grabbed me and… and…"
"…And it took on your appearance." Ciel concluded, standing up straight. "don't worry, we'll get rid of it. Jim is right, though. The best way to find it is to stick around for a bit."
"It probably won't come if we're all just hanging out like this." The blonde pointed out. "There's too many of us. There's no way it'll come out of hiding like this."
"In that case, we'll need a plan…" the watchdog trailed off, rubbing his chin as he pondered. His eyes wandered around the scene, his brows furrowing and unfurrowing as he thought about the information they had. Soon, a small smirk appeared on his face.
"I've got it."
A/N: Got what?
You'll see.
I'm curious what you guys can come up with, so tell me what you think they're gonna do. If I like it, maybe I'll change the plan...
Ah... No more character shet? Have we finally exhausted every question?
Damn, that was quick. Surely you've got some way to make the characters uncomfortable somewhere up your sleeves...
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
