The smell of smoke burned the Phantomhive's nostrils as fire raged beneath him. He stood on the side of the clock tower, staring toward the earth. Large, crimson stains adorned patches of concrete as H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. operatives did their best to sort the innocent bystanders from the victims that Cerberus abducted. Charlotte and Amelie worked tirelessly, occasionally looking up to check on the Phantomhive. When they did, they stood still for a long time until they were snapped from their daze by their own work. Preston aided them. Alois and Elizabeth were nowhere to be found, but the monster that stood before him took priority.
Voros roared, baring their large, ugly teeth. The fingers on their forepaws gripped the side of the building tighter before one let go. It reached up and slammed its hand back down, digging its claws into stone and pulling itself up. Another arm came forward and did the same thing. Before the watchdog knew it, Voros was scaling the side of the building after him.
"Shit!" he cursed to himself, trying to find an edge. Ciel looked around, knowing that he could only climb for so long. Quickly, his eyes darted around as he tried to ignore the screams from back on earth and the roaring of both beast and flame. The pounding of Voros' paws hitting the wall grew closer, almost resonating with his heartbeat as the Phantomhive decided on his move.
Making sure that his feet were steady on the area next to the clock's face, he reached over, grabbing one of its hands. His fingers dented the metal as they ensured that he wouldn't drop it as he pulled. Gritting his teeth and snarling, his muscles flexed as he tore it free, grunting from the exertion of force required for the feat. Holding the massive metal hand over his head against the pull of gravity, he hurled it forward—or rather, downward, at the beast.
It fell at an absurd velocity, burying itself in Voro's shoulder, forcing them to let out a howl of pain while blood rained down and stained the concrete below with crimson droplets. For a moment, they lost their footing, slipping and almost plunging toward the ground as well, but they held a firm grip on the side of the building with their good arm. Voros' feet scrambled before finally becoming steady again. Their tail wrapped around the hand of the clock before tugging on it. The demon hissed as it was dislodged from their flesh. Once it was free, it was dropped, only to become stuck again in the ground below.
Ciel furrowed his brow, cursing as that didn't work. His eye widened, however, as the monster came climbing up after him once again. His legs moved quickly as the gap was quickly closing. The bluenette ran up the side of the building, as it was perfectly within his capabilities. Ciel made it to the shingled, heavily slopped roof of the building, with still a ways to climb, still, but had to cut it short and duck as the other clock hand was hurled at him. It collided with roofing ahead of him, causing shingles and stone to fall toward him, soon followed by the hand itself.
Ducking, dodging, and being pelted with roofing, the bluenette stood his "ground". The hand fell over his head, missing him by a hair as it continued flying toward the earth with a loud crash. There was more booming below, but he heard no roaring of monsters. Flames began to force parts of the roof to cave in, especially he parts that were already damaged. Quickly, the Phantomhive tried to dart out of the way and avoid falling in, trying to make his way to another side of the roof.
BOOM! The patch of roof directly in front of him practically exploded, sending him flying—or rather, falling. A cat-like monster fell with him with smoke and soot covering them as they burst forth from the building. Voros reached out at him, jaw open, teeth bared, and eyes aflame. Fire, stone, metal, glass, and roofing fell toward the earth with them as Ciel tried to think of another way out.
There was nothing. Ciel turned over so that he was facing downward as he prepared to attempt a landing. He wasn't sure what to do once he did, however, with the parade of dangerous things behind him. His body jerked, however, when he was suddenly grabbed.
Ciel was suddenly forced to change direction. Rather than falling downwards, he was now soaring sideways. It took him a moment to register that he was being carried under his arms.
"Elizabeth?!" he yelped, looking up at his saviour, earning a playful grin.
"Do you always need saving?" she asked, flapping her wings. Rather than feathers, they were made from the threads of her angelic garb, taking shape as she willed it. "Alois must really have his hands full."
"Of course not! Not that I don't appreciate it." he retorted, simply letting himself be held by his cousin. He tried to ignore the almost nauseating, weightless feeling he was experiencing. "Where is Jim?"
"Taking care of your friend, there." She said, circling around toward the building. Ciel looked down to see Voros desperately clinging to it and digging their worn claws into the stone once more. He blinked when he also spotted the window just above the leopard open, with the blonde peeking out.
"Hello~!" the blonde greeted, staring down at the cat-like monstrousity with a smile. He reached into his coat, pulling on one of his guns. Sceleri.
"This little piggy went to the market…" he chimed, pulling the trigger and sending a bullet into one of the monster's oversized fingers. Voros roared in pain, snarling before looking up at the man with anger.
"This little piggy stayed home…" he continued, firing again. "…this little piggy had roast beef…" Bang! There went the thumb. "…this little piggy had none—whoa!" The blonde leaned back as Voros swiped at him with their free hand, almost losing balance as they only had two fingers supporting their weight now. Alois shot one of them, leaving them helpless. He shook his head lightly before resuming.
"…And this little piggy cried: 'Long live the king!'" he concluded, firing off the final shot that sent Voros into a free fall.
The leopard fell and fell until they came to a halt, their body impaling itself on the discarded hand of the clock tower protruding from the ground. Voros' eyes widened as a sound of choked pain escaped them. Blood spouted from their throat briefly as they lifted their head to look at the large, metal object protruding from their stomach.
They let out another pained sound as their body was pressed into the ground completely, the hand moving further as the heels of the blonde menace struck Voros' chest when he landed. Voros gasped and wheezed, growing angrier as they peered up at the blonde's smiling face. They reached an arm up, only for it to be shot down by the menace.
"Looks like you got what you bargained for. Did you have fun?" Alois questioned, absent-mindedly twirling his weapon. When he stopped, he pointed it down at the other demons heart. "You've been around for a while. You should have known better than to intrude on another big cat's territory."
With the last bullet in the magazine, the Lion fired the bullet into the leopard's chest, piercing their heart. Voros' head fell back, harshly hitting the concrete as light began to fade from their eyes. So this was how the game ended? Indeed, Voros had chose poorly, but there was one bright side. The sound of chuckling bubbled up in their throat as they pondered.
"The most dangerous game." They mused with a weak, but genuine grin, having been bested by their supposed "prey". After becoming the hunted, they had confirmed that hunting some of the world's more dangerous predators would have been more entertaining than any ordinary game. Voros' smile became stuck in an award position as their eyes became lifeless and glassy. To their last breath, they had a wonderful time.
"Jim!" Ciel called, summoning the menace's attention. His beau grinned and jumped down from the beast as Elizabeth landed and let go of the bluenette.
"Hey, Pooch!" the blonde called. "What's up?"
"Fire and a horrendously damaged national monument." The Phantomhive sighed. This was bad. Lord knows what all needed to be done to cover this up. At times, the bluenette genuinely felt bad for the Public Relations department at H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. Integra was bound to be displeased without a shred of a doubt.
"Yeah, that's going to be a problem." Alois said, looking up. "The evacuated bystanders aren't too well off, either…"
"What happened?"
"People blew up around them." The blonde said. "In the panic, people bumped against the bomb-carriers… Not everyone made it…"
"Dammit…" cursed the bluenette, furrowing his brow. They had defeated Voros, but at what cost?
"This isn't the first time Big Ben has been blown up." Spoke Lizzie, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. "It certainly won't be the last. Voros was eliminated. They can't do any more harm. Who knows what more they would have done if they were left to live?"
"God knows…" Alois replied. "They will, however, make a rather nice rug, don't you think?"
"Alois, no…" the angel said.
"Alois, yes." The menace replied. Sirens rang in the distance, indicating that someone had come to put out the fire.
"Let's get out of here." Said Ciel. "There's going to be a hell of a lot of cleaning up…"
A/N: Helloh~!
Are you still there? I am.
I wanted to do an A/N last time, but I didn't have anything to say.
I still don't know what to say...
Fuckin Lion King references Alois u lil shit
Are we still doing "Character Shet"? I have no idea...
What is even going on anymore?
I have no idea...
Just fakin my way through writing shitty fanfics...
I kinda feel like this death was dissappointing?
Anyways, until the next chapter, my duckies~!
