Misfortune

Emotional and Tense

The next morning, a shrill scream awoke the people sleeping in Phantomhive manor.

Dr. Arthur and Ciel both sat straight up in the bed that they had been forced to share. They shared a quick glance before Dr. Arthur began to scramble for the key that Mr. Grey had given him. He pulled the chain from around his neck and undid the cuffs.

As soon as they were free, the pair ran to where the scream had came from. The other guests were already there.

Ciel could hear their voices ad he sprinted down the hallway, what they were saying made Ciel want to be sick.

"What are we going to do now?"

"He was our only hope."

"What are we going to tell the Master?"

Ciel reached the room and stopped in his tracks when he saw who his guests were talking about. Sebastian lay on the floor in front of the fireplace in a pool of blood and his eyes glossed over.

The urge to cry suddenly overtook the  young Earl. He must carry out the plan and keep up appearances.

"Sebastian?" he spoke, walking towards his Butler.

Mey-Rin grabbed his arm in attempt to hold him back, but it was in vain. Ciel simply shook her off and kept walking. Nothing would stray him from his plan.

All eyes were on Ciel as he dropped to his knees next Sebastian. He picked up the Butler's gloved hand and shook slightly.

"Sebastian please wake up," Ciel pleaded, with feigned sorrow and desperation. "Please wake up. You can't leave me alone."

Ciel could hear some of the guests whispering about him and how unusual a reaction it was. But before he could defend himself, Tonaka spoke up and explained that Sebastian and Ciel had been friends as well as master and servant. This statement had shut them up.

Even though Ciel knew what was going to happen, he could not cope with seeing his Butler's dead eyes. As gently as he could manage, Ciel slid Sebastian's eyes closed.

Ciel quickly stood up and turned to his guests and servants. Many of them being startled by his movement.

"Finny, fashion a stretcher and bring Sebastian down to cellar by Heir von Siemens. You all," he turned to the guests after giving the orders, "gather in the drawing room, and we will decide what to do next."

Ciel walked silently back to his chambers to dress. In order to keep up his performance of grief, he wore all black. The guests must believe that he was mourning the death of his friend. Little did they know...

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Author's note: Sorry it's so short, and late, but oh well.