Phantom

part 1 of chapter 3

As you may recall last night's rather shocking endever. Old boy Shino was panting like a dog on a summer sun. Apparently ol Barmy convinced the boy to pinch a few things within the couple of hours I was entertained. The poor chap had his cheeks rosy from all he drank and it contrasted strongly to his pale face. It must've been about an hour. but there was something else... a weird look in his eyes 'we ran into some trouble on our way pinching" one other explained blam! before I had a chance to react the poor chap collapsed onto the hardwood floor. I took a closer look, he was bleeding from his abdomen. That's when it all began.

*sigh* What a trubleing day Sebastian said as he combed his hair. He is rolled up his sleeves *tap tap tap*" come in". Jeeves entered with an undone bowtie. Oh, my apologies he bowed." No need, I was about to leave anyway". You've had a very late evening stated Jeeves with an iterogational tone ,his eyes gestured to a peculiar cut on his arm and wrist witch looked like it was made by broken quickly rolled down his sleeve and smiled "just a little slip". He tried to change the subject shall I prepare breakfast? Jeeves was a bit uneasy, but couldn't refuse his hospitality. "I'll take care of tea".

Hawato murmured softly in bed with a empty glass of Jeeves's special sobering punch on the counter. The silvery white streaks on his long jet-black hair gave an impression of Frankenstein yet to be awaken. Jeeves slowly entered to find me laying back in my recliner; I still had blanket he put over me the night before. Hawaito mumbled something... "Johnny". Jeeves picked up the glass and cocked an eyebrow. The bed was drenched in cold sweat. id hate to admit it but I suffered terribly for the poor boy.

It was a bright time of day. The kind that would make you ponder the good things of this world. I was sipping afternoon tea in my recliner when It happened: a violent knock on the door that caused it to move inward at every blow. With the most grotesque voice . Sebastian was busy in the dinner, so it was Jeeves who opened the door. With a flash at the speed of light a red bolt flew into the kitchen. Jeeves and I exchanged glances for a few seconds then went to investigate. Once at the doorway the man and turned into a teapot, well.. Not literally, but you get the idea. His facial expression turned from agony to frustration to absolute terror as he stared down that "thing's" bright long red hair. I was just entering the room to find that boys poor Butler get attacked by some cryptid that belongs in a laboratory along with Nessie and the bloody creature of the black lagoon! "Sebastian! I've finally found you!" She squealed (assuming that's a she) as it jumped on him and nearly choked the sorry man to death. As a Wooster I felt inclined on grabbing a crowbar and helping the poor fellow. Jeeves, the man who is usually in professional manner regained his composure about the same time the pale chap pulled off the sharp-toothed parasite. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about meeting new people. But he...or she...it wasn't what I had in mind. The Butler proceeded by chucking it out the window as if it were the first pitch in the world series "yes it was a pleasure to meet you too Grell". I must say I felt a bit bad for him. Within that hour bingo entered the scene

If you are not familiar with the plights of Bingo little I shall consider you as the lucky portion of society. He isn't a bad person...most of the time that is. But he sure can be the Dickens's bloodhound when it comes to relationships. It's his constant falling in and out of love that steams your bally flamdoozle. Anyway, I met up with him and his sickening love-poisoned tone. I struggled not to regurgitate my afternoon luncheon when he fired off "oh Bertie !" Oh brother! I thought to myself trying not to offend my old friend from Oxford. I took a deep breath and inquired who the unfortunate soul was and to my complete and utter horror I discovered that the cheeky blighter has gotten the hots for that red-haired creature." She's beautiful Bertie" but Bingo!, I tried to reason with him as if there was a way to reason with him. Are you even sure that's a she? His eyes blazed out strong enough to melt the furniture! B-b-but that voice!" Like an Angel" I again retained my vomit as I struggled to keep the old on the poor fellow.

about half past an hour later, little Phantomhive decided jump out screaming like a 13 year old banshee. What-ho I blurted as is customary, and downright ignored me. The boy was rather crabby (I would've been so too if I'd haven't had my tea) Jeeves took care of the young blighter and I cleaned my hands of this endeavor..you know, with Bingo I mean. Yet feeling as though I'll be sucked back into this mess sooner or later (its always like this) Sebastian looked quite regretful for letting him sleep in for so long. I thought the tall man did him (and the rest of us all) a favor. They headed towards the door yapping about some reaper nonsense when Shin-ny blasted the bloody door open.

wait! The exclamation seemed to infer he may still be suffering from something drastic. d-did he have a broken bottle? The boy looked curiously at him as he directed back to his butlers arm. I, of course hadn't the slightest idea what the bloody hell whats gong on, yet bafflingly Jeeves seemed to remain calm and said nothing. "It appears our guests arrived due to the recent accounts, a grim reaper of sorts" JEEVES! I couldn't believe what was hearing. Excuse my language but what the blazing teacups is going on?! I fell back to find myself in a chair with a cup of brandy and a pack of cigarettes. "I anticipated your reaction sir, so I took the liberty of arranging your table and chair sir" that Jeeves was always one step ahead. Sebastian took a few steps, then what can only be described as teleportation managed to get Shino and little Phantomhive in a comfortable place before I even considered blinking. He then poured a cup of tea and the child lightened his mood but still looked like he had a sore up his chimney. "How much do you know?" He adjusted his eye patch that made him look like a pirate (come to think of it, you can put an eye patch on bally well anything and they'll look like pirates). Then he looked dead at my good man then, like our minds became one Ciel (I think that was his name ) inquired how he got his hands on such information."If you do not mind Sir Phantomhive, I took the liberty of researching your suspect. I hope you find my calculations quite useful." The marvel served him the file on a platter. There seemed to be more about Jeeves than I originally thought Ciel handed the file to his butler who examined it.

I felt like the poor chap in the background who gets axed in a murder mystery. So let me get this summed up I'm going to bally up and go stop the grim reaper?! "yes sir" the ghost of Christmas future? "I believe so sir" The man in the black cape? "Yes sir, if I'm not mistaken one of them has already entered the household". You mean the red-haired menace that plagued us earlier? "precisely sir". Are we going to throw him out the window again? "that is to be decided sir". Well, I see no harm running off to literally track down death and punch it in the shonz as long as you count me out of it. Jeeves cleared his throat to inform me that I (as always) was to play as bait. After fierce discussion and some compromission we finally agreed that I was to play bait with the aid of Shino in case things head south. That's when that savior of of a butler came up to protest how the butlers should be upfront and defending the man, When suddenly my own has turned on me by stating how he's technically a valet! The rest was the two of them rambling on as struggled to comprehend. In the end they collaborated a surefire plan to snuff it. First Shin-ny and I are going to...

author's note

I've been trying to master P.G. Wodehouse's style of writing and this was my first attempt. I'd really like some feedback on my writing as long as its constructive, I'm also open to ideas you guys might have.

thanks.