Stories ,Urban Legends,Lost Episodes,and Rituals

Death of a Butler

Lois was waiting anxiously for his master to arrive home from a party hosted by a business partner of the master. The twenty year old had made the man a batch of the most expensive tea in town to please him and was pouring the cups like he was taught by his father properly as Vladimir Rose came in, cane in hand as the other butlers took off his coat and escorted him to his study.

The old man looked as grumpy as ever, as not one of his wrinkles was worth being called 'laughter lines'. He kept looking at the servants in distaste, since it was evident to see his loathing for such people, but none more so than when he set his cold eyes upon the youngest of his butlers. The disappointment, nothing like his father. Oh there had been much promise and also much failure. A lot of failure.

"What are your standing around for boy?" He snapped as his grip tightened on his cane

"Y-your tea s-sir." He stutters out, holding out the tray as he bows. "The one y-you requested earlier this e-evening."

"Let see if that brain of yours actually managed to hold in your last scolding" The old man muttered as he went to sit in the plush chairs and clicked his old fingers.

The tea brought over to him as he took a sip of the newly brewed tea, nearly burning his mouth. Hissing in anger, he ordered the young butler to remove his gloves, and hold his hands out as he held the teapot in his gnarled hands.

"Hurry up boy or I'll beat you to do it!" Rose snapped.

Lois does in a frightened hurry, holding out his hands obediently after he placed his gloves in his pocket. He flinches, and yelps in pain as the man poured the burning tea onto the butler's fingers and palms and the boy retracts them instinctively. After this act, the old man growled, and quicker than you'd think from such a deceiving looking man, grabbed the boy's wrists as the cane was whacked against his burning palms.

"Did I tell you to put your hands back boy?" He snarled as he stood up, the item crashing against any and all parts of the young butler's body.

The young butler yelped as he curled up into a ball, the brass tip of the cane striking him violently as he kept murmuring "Mercy! Mercy!" as he got hit repeatedly with the cane by his master. The cane struck against his ribs, spine and neck, fracturing some of his ribs as he laid on the floor, pleading for help as tears streamed down.

But nobody would help, not so much because they disliked the young boy, but more out of fear. This very man had managed to strike fear into his servants so well that they listened without any arguments.

Seen but not heard was the silent motto among them.

"You insolent whelp of a boy!" he snapped as he rained blow after blow, before grabbing the boy's battered and bruised face. "You should be the dead one, at least your father had working brain cells and could do his job! You? You're an embarrassment to his mere memory!" He sneered nastily before letting him go. "Now clean up this mess! And I swear boy if there's anything out of place by morning, you'll get worse than a beating brat." He spoke, whacking the cane into his ribs one last time before stepping over him and leaving the room. With that, Lois choked and sobbed on the floor for a few moments, catching his breath as each breath flared up pain in his side from his fractured ribs. He twitches, sitting up steadily though shakily and starts picking up his mess with one hand, as he used the other to hold his wounded side.

A few of the servants watched before scurrying away, not wanting to get caught even contemplating helping the boy but an elderly butler entered the room, his greying hair swept to one side as he knelt down and helped the young man.

"Go tend to your hands Lois." He spoke as he picked up the china.

"T-Thank you Brutus." He wheezes out to the head butler, bowing as he stood up and scurried to the bathroom. With that, he starts to bandage his hands after cleaning the wounds with water and puts his gloves on before returning to work. No rest for the innocent nor wicked it seemed.
Meanwhile a few of the maids scurried around, keeping their eyes on the floor as a few other servant boys tended to the cleaning whilst the master slept.

Soon, Brutus had managed to clear away most of the china and left the rest, so as not to get the young boy into any more trouble should Master Rose venture downstairs and not see the boy tidying.

Finally, Lois was given rest, going into the butler's quarters as he fell into a dreamless slumber and with that, the new day was going to begin.

Though he never knew beforehand that this would be his final night of his life.