Wings

II~ His Job Is...

Evelyn's P.O.V.

"Evelyn. Come here." Walking toward her office she intercept me. Gripping my arm tightly she dragged me to the basement door. "Mistress? What are you doing?" Not answering me she lift a key necklace and putting it in the lock, she turned it. "I demand that you let me go!" A high pitch voice screamed at her. My breath started to come out in short gasps as we descend into the darkness. "M-mistress..." "Be quiet!" She hissed at me. Clamping my lips together as hard as I can I saw him.

Ciel Phantomhive chained up to the far right wall with the firelight casting irregular shadows to go across his features, making him seem daunting and more older than he should have. Mistress pushed me towards him and stumbling I fell in front of his feet. "You're going to stay down here until I get this mess you two made cleaned up!" Her shrilled voice hurt my eardrums. She stomped back up the stairs and slamming the door I knew that is lock.

"Hey, get up and unchain me." Looking up at his face I saw an ironclad mask on but underneath it all, I saw a scared little boy.

Pushing myself to my feet, I brush off the dirt from my outfit. Going over to the workbench I start to search it for the key. Pushing and setting things that we seem to never need for on the ground, I searched for the extra ring of keys that would unlock everything that can lock. Including the shackles. Moving a box of nails, I heard a click. Nails don't make that noise. Reaching inside, I withdrew a single key. Sighing I walk over to Ciel and looking at the lock and then the key. They seem similar, so maybe it's the right one?

Hearing a thump, we both glance up. I ignored it and try the key. The cuff pop and fell off and Ciel's arms flopped, in what I think, in a painful way. "A-are you okay?" He stared at me. I stared back. Out in the corner of my eye, with the firelight's help, I notice the door isn't quiet right. Moving to where I can see it, the doorknob turn left and right slowly, almost as if testing the limit.

"Sebastian. Quite playing around." Sebastian? Is that his butler? The door open with a creak. Nobody answered. Walking backwards, I held my arm in front of Ciel making him walk behind me. Hearing light footsteps descending the stairs tauntingly, I used my other arm to find something to protecting us with. Grazing over a nail, I picked that up. A black boot touched the ground gently.

"S-sir?" I call out hesitantly. Leather pants with a gun strapped to his thigh. Black shirt. Coming into full view, his face had red splatter on it. Including his shirt. Shielding Ciel, I use my sleeve to cover up the nail. "U-um, do you need help sir?" He leered at me. Rotting teeth flashing, he drew his gun. Waving it at me, he licked his lips and scuffle his feet. "Strip." He commanded, his voice gravelly. My heart rate went up. Gulping, I went backwards pushing Ciel into the wall. "O-okay. But can you put th-the gun down?" My voice went high pitch in fear. He cocked the gun and pointed it right at me.

Bowing my head, I reach behind me and start to undo the ties. A cold object lifted my chin up. The smell coming off of him made me want to gag. "Hurry." He said. Gripping the nail tighter, I took a deep breath. Letting it out I swung my fist to him. Hearing a squishing sound and warm wetness hit my face. I grab Ciel's arm and jerking him, we ran up the stairs. Still running I look behind us. The man had stumble out the nail stuck where his eye was. Shivers rack my whole body. Pushing the door open, I ran full head on a chest. Before I could fall, arms wrapped around me.

"Dearie?" Eyes squeezed shut, I grip him tighter. "Undertaker. Where's Sebastian?" A cold voice ask. Breathing in his weird but oddly comforting smell, I let go and backed away. Undertaker turned his attention to him and as they continue to talk, a hand snaked around my throat. Chocking me. "Get out of my way or I'll blow her brains out." The man said, pressing a gun to my temple hard enough to get his point across. "Get off of her." Black dots scattered across my vision. "Oh~ It's my favorite person-" A smacking sound in the distance. Waves crashed in my ears. The black consumed me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pain. Blinding pain. Moving my hands to my head, I put pressure on it. Opening my eyes, I shut them again. This isn't my room. Its completely pitch black. Slowly opening them again, I blink a couple of times. Pushing the covers off of me, I notice that I was in a different dress. Dragging my body into a sitting position, the pain made me gasp. Gritting my teeth together, I stood up. And fell right back down. Footsteps sounded right outside the only door that I could see. Pushing myself under the bed, I made it right in time. Light filled the room making me close my eyes.

Someone sighed. Silver hair and a scar face poked suddenly in front of me. Screaming I tried to scramble away. I got out and push myself against the dresser. The handles digging in my back, I raise my arms in self defense. Arms again wrap around me. Pressure on top of my head made me want to look up. Slowly I untense and my arms grip his clothing. Sobs rack my frame. I don't know how long we stood there for but not once did he speak. He just rub my shoulders. After my sobbing reduce to hiccuping, I gently push him away from me. "Come on, I have breakfast ready for you!" He spins around and walks through the door.

Stumbling after him with my stomach growling loudly, I ended up in a room with caskets that are open and dead bodies with their arms crossed on their chest. Double doors. Candles casting soft lighting upon everything. A pale hand touch my arm. "The kitchen's this way dearie~" He cackled and went through a door. It clicked in my mind suddenly. His name's Undertaker and his occupation is just his name. How can I be so stupid! He's the person who provides a casket, makes them look nice, and buries them.

My question is answered but how can I still be hungry when I just saw a room of dead people?

Edited~ AbandonAllShipsFan