He hated his own body and mind for waking up at such a early time again. The Sun didn't even peeked out from it's hiding place and the only light source in the room was a small lamp. He simply could just go back to sleep, but he couldn't - falling asleep was hard for him and he didn't want to wake up Damian or his Dad again.
Ciel was sure that God hated him with a passion, that this was his fate for the rest of his live - an everlasting nightmare while being fully awake. Maybe he should have listen to the Mother of his former friend, she always would tell him stuff about sinners and being punish and other stuff which still confuses him. Was he even a Sinner? Probably.
Chana grinned brightly, showing off her teeth, when she had spotted her Son. The small boy just stood in the door frame, his eyes wide, mirroring the angst and panic he felt. She giggles at him, finding it amusing how much power she still had over him.
One of her servants had picked him up and placed him on her lap. She hold her son in a tight grip, making him more frightened then he already was and small whimpers escaped from his lips. She chuckles, loving it how scared he had gotten within mere seconds and she felt the urgent need to make him scream with pain. He already was broken, but she would shatter him completely.
«My dear sweet son, why so stiff? Mommy just came for a visit. Aren't you happy to see me? Yes yes you are!» she spoke in a almost high pitch voice, another giggle from her. Chana couldn't decide if she either should make her son scream in pain or shoot a few bullets around the Kitchen to wake her Husband and those nasty other brats up.
Chana laughed heartily, she had chosen the wake up call. The screaming would it be then.
Ciel felt how his heart hammered against his chest, so fast he feared it would break his rips and jumping out from it's place. Why was she even here? Dad had told him that Chana couldn't hurt him anymore, that was locked away for good. But here she was, holding him in a tight grip, caressing his hair and stroking his cheeks with her pale fingers and long black nails. She whispers alot to him, telling him things he couldn't understand and it just frighten him more and more.
Even though he was still scared, he was also confused by her. In a gentle manner she placed his hands on the table, whispering again to him and giving his cheeks kisses over and over again.
And then she laughed again, her head almost hitting the wall behind her. She just laughed and laughed. But he realize it too late.
Pain rushed trough his whole body, paralyzing him with shock. He wanted to scream, but all he did was gasping loudly for air - the scream had already died in his lungs. The blood, his blood, just came oozing out from his hand and creating a red poodle around his hand.
Chana huffed in annoyance, demanding salt in her native language, if he didn't scream the first time, then she would gave him so much pain that he will scream all day along. She poured a handful of salt onto his wound, but Ciel didn't scream again, he just gasped loudly and whimpering. Tears were running like a waterfall from is eyes - but aah! He begun to sob now, strangled sob after sob escaped through his lips. She grinned proudly, this was a even better start!
She stabbed the other hand of her son and poured again salt over it, but she didn't just stop there. Chana placed one of her hands against his mouth, gripping it tightly and with the other hand she sliced different sizes of cuts into his arms, while one of her servant continued to pour salt over it.
As she withdraw her hand from his mouth, Ciel begun to scream, screamed so loudly that she couldn't help herself to infect more pain to him, wanting to hear more of those lovely sounds her son was making.
Chana just had to laugh at the ridiculous sight infront of her eyes. There they stood, her dear Husband and the five strays he had taken in during his life, plus Alfred. All of them were dressed in Pyjama's and equipped with Weapons. Honestly, this was a rather offensive way to greet her, she was the guest after all!
«Let Ciel go and leave my house immediately!» Bruce voice was firm and full of anger, making her raise a eyebrow in question. Why was his anger directed at her? She hadn't done anything wrong, nor did she hurt her son in anyway! She just showed Ciel how much she loved him. Nothing wrong with that.
«That's not a polite way to greet a guest, love. Why are you even angry? I'm just here for a visit and wanted to play with Ciel, our son, a bit.» she smiled at them, putting pressure onto his wounds with her fingers, making him gaps again. A chuckle left her lips.
Bruce walked wordless towards her, taking Ciel from her and hold him against his chest.
«Don't make me repeat myself again, Chana. Leave my house now and don't you dare to come back.»
«And I already told you! I just came for a fucking visit, you impolite moron! I wouldn't even be here, in your filthy little house, if I didn't need to discuss something with you. You filthy human.» Chana slammed her hands onto the table, as she stood up. She fletched her teeth, showing off her fangs.
«Dick take Ciel and take care of his wounds.» Bruce glared at his Ex-Wife as he waited for Dick to finally take Ciel.
The only ones who had left the Kitchen, were Dick with Ciel in his arms, Jason and Tim. Alfred, Damian and Cassandra stayed with Bruce.
Dick watched the tube, letting it filling with water and making sure that the temperature wasn't neither too hot or cold. He wouldn't add soap this time, not wanting to cause Ciel any more harm, though he would add a few toys.
He glanced at Jason, who carefully stripped Ciel off his clothes and wrapping him in a fluffy towel, holding him in his lap and waited till the bath was finish.
For a moment they had forgotten that Ciel wasn't able to sit in the Bath tube without drowning in it and when they remember it, it was already too late. Jason quickly pulled him out, holding him with one arm and patted his back. It wasn't long until Jason has also undressed himself from most of his clothing, sitting with Ciel now in the Bath tube.
While Dick washed him and turning the once clear water into a light red colour, Jason distracted their Baby Brother with the bath-toys. Though it wasn't really working, Ciel's crying didn't stop and sometimes he even tried to climb out of the tube.
When Tim returned to the bathroom, finally having found fitting clothing for Ciel, he was meet with the sight of their Baby Brother sitting in Jason's lap, both wrapped in fluffy towels and Ciel being all patched up. Dick was nowhere in sight though. Tim took Ciel from Jason and dressed him - Jason already walking out and probably on his way to his room.
They stood lined up on the staircase, glaring and judging Chana, who stood at the front door with crossed arms and her handful of servants behind her.
«Don't believe this is over yet! I will come back and take Ciel with me and you can't stop me from it! You filthy human.» hissed Chana out, having a staring contest with Bruce.
«Get out of my sight now.» Chana just scoffed at him and finally leaving the manson, but she turned quickly around again, pointing at Bruce and the others and making the neck slicing sign.