○MCYT○ Mini Stories

{Butler's Guilt}

Butler's POV~

I brushed. . . And I brushed. . .
I hated cleaning the bodies of his victims, but. . . This time the feeling was more strong because, they were close to Sir Billiam, especially James. They were old friends, so for this to happen. . .

It was bad. . .

I dragged their bodies out to the back yard to burn, The Egg got it's blood, so now to get rid of the bodies, to burn them precisely, I started to put them all in a pile, I froze when I pulled at Karl's lifeless body. . . He was the first to actually fight back, the others would either scream, beg for mercy. . . But, he took the time to say. . .

My real name. . .

I don't even know how he knew my name. . . I grabbed the gasoline and started to pour it on the bodies, I gulp back tears as I saw their lifeless faces. . .

"How is it going, Butler.", I look behind me and saw Sir Billiam had Karl's bloody mask and his bloody gloves in his grasp,"I'm just about to burn the evidence, Lord.", he nods and then throws the mask and his gloves on the pile,"But sure everything is burned.", I nod, he then lights up his lighter and throws it on the pile. . .

He left the backyard to probably get his clothes ready for me to clean the evidence as well as me getting rid of a lot of blood. . .

I watched as the fire started to spread across the pile, my eyes then drifted to something. . .

. . . Karl's Mask . . .

I suddenly felt this urge in my body to. . . Grab the mask. . . I look behind me, Sir Billiam wasn't there. . . I look at the pile and then at the door. . .

In some moment of madness, I reached into fire for the mask! I flinched in pain as I knew my hands were burnt but the gloves prevented some parts of my hands! I pulled out the mask, I waved my hands around to calm the pain in my hands and the fire on the mask. . .

Luckily the mask was only slightly burned. . . I held it and looked at the pile. . .

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I put the mask on my bedside and smiled a little,"Maybe. . . Maybe this will help me keep my hopes up. . .?", I sat down on my bed and sighed,"One Day. . . I'll get out of here. . .", I look at the mask. . .