Kuroshitsuji-In High School

The "Ball" IV

I was carelessly enjoying the dance. Talking about frivolous things with Mr. Michaelis and Pandora's Butler.

The air grew cold, I sensed something was off.

Instinctively I looked around for Drecta.

She wasn't anywhere in my line of sight.

Where could she have gone?

Then I remembered I saw her leave when I was dancing with Gilbert.

I excused myself from my friends and went in the direction I thought she had gone.

I started becoming increasingly worried about what might have happened to her.

The outside air was cold. And the moonlight was ominous. Looking around blindly I finally found my target.

Drecta was with a man holding a scythe. I couldn't quite make out the situation, but I was sure it wasn't good.

I applauded her when she walked away from the creepy man, (who I had decided was the Undertaker) but then she stopped after he said something.

No!

Drecta, keep walking!!

I don't care what he tells you, keep walking!

Don't turn around.

She turned and went back over to him.

Idiot!

He isn't Adrian anymore Drecta!

Don't make stupid decisions!

You're better than this!

I started running towards her, my instincts were screaming at me that something bad was about to happen.

Would I get there in time?

She put the scythe up to her neck.

"DRECTA! STOP!" I yelled at her, pleading that she just run away from the situation but she ignored me.

Drecta raised the scythe and swung it down at her throat.

I closed my eyes not wanting to see what was in store for her.

I couldn't manage to just simply watch that happen.

I stopped running and stood there, tears streaming down my face.

Drecta...why?

What could he have told you to make you go to such lengths?

The happy light of the moon mocked me as I dropped to the ground. The strength in my legs vanished.

I heard the revving of a chainsaw.

When I opened my eyes I saw Sutcliff standing next to Drecta with a chainsaw in the air and the scythe on the ground.

He was dressed in his usual attire, not the dress he was wearing earlier though.

I could only assume that he got there in time and smacked the scythe out of her hand.

He looked a little furious.

Well, little is an understatement...

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" His anger was clear in his voice, but I'm not sure if the question was directed at Drecta or the Undertaker.

Maybe both were getting scolded.

I stood up, my legs still shaking a bit from the shock that I experienced.