A Box Of Kittens

Chapter 18

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"Wat die...?" (What the...?)(your name) muttered in shock and astonishment as she stood in a sea of equally-shocked students, looking at the things going on in front of them. Police tape surrounded the school, with a few policemen standing around, making sure no one crosses the tape. From what they could see from the outside, it was chaos inside. Every single window was smashed and doors were ripped off their hinges, covering the ground outside in splinters of wood, glass and plastic alike. In a few places, the roof caved in completely, most likely crushing everything in the building. The headmaster was seen standing with what appeared to be the Chief Policeman, who was writing down everything the headmaster was saying into her notebook.

"(your name)!" the girl in question turned to see Katya Vasilyev and Mariana Cruz, from the dance classes she was teaching, running towards her.

"Are you guys alright?" (your name) asked, concerned for the two who appeared in front of her. The both nodded.

"The school is destroyed!" Mariana exclaimed, waving her arms over her head rapidly.

"да, I saw as well," (Da/Yes) Katya said in a think accent, a worried look on her face. "The school is not looking good."

"It wasn't like that when I left," (your name) thought aloud, wondering what might have caused the school to unexpectedly look like a bomb was let off inside of it. "The only people in there when I left were the janitors, and I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't want their hard work to be wasted."

"Yeah, I don't think that's the case," Winfield Frost found his way over to the group, weaving in and out of shocked students.

"Oh, hey, Winfield," Mariana greeted him with a smile and a small wave of her hand.

"Do you ladies happen to know what happened?" he queried.

"No, we are finding it like this already," Katya explained to him. The students, along with (your name)'s group, were shunted away by a large group of policemen and policewomen, away from the 'crime scene', they said.

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"-no people seemed to be injured, yet the authorities seem unclear on how the whole thing happened-" the BBC reporter was interrupted by (your name) switching off the TV.  She had had many phone calls from worried family members and old friends as soon as she got home, all asking whether she was alright, or if she had any idea on who or what could have done that, all of her responses for the latter was 'I have no idea'.

"That happened to your school?" Alois asked, remembering what the lady on the screen had said just moments ago.

"Yep," (your name) said dully.

"How are you going to carry on with your work, then, if it's destroyed?" Ciel asked, troubled.

"Everyone received E-mails with work to be done. They also said that teachers will keep on E-mailing work to us."

"What's an E-mail?" Ronald asked, eager to know about things from the 'future'.

"It's a thing where messages are distributed by electronic means from one device to one or more recipients via a network,"(your name) explained. "It's rather handy."

Ronald and the others nodded while Grell, being as absorbed into his own appearance as always, was combing his fur with his red-painted claws, smoothing it out, ignoring everybody. Undertaker, for no apparent reason, was inside his new coffin, doing Lord-knows-what in there; a load chuckle was heard from inside the coffin, successfully startling Grell, who tripped over his fur, and landing on his face while William smirked and Ronald laughed openly at his senior on the ground. The author, apparently, is not getting bored of Grell falling on his face any time soon. Sorry, Grell~

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"They have noticed our work, Mr Landers," said the same veiled woman as before to the white-clad figure in front of her. The figure looked up, revealing a softer face and slightly longer hair that Ash does not possess.

"O-oh. Terribly sorry, Miss Blanc, I hadn't realised you had changed," a steady, rose-coloured blush worked it's way up the woman's neck and plastered itself across her face, easily noticeable, even through the veil thrown over her face. Angela Blanc looked up at her, ignoring the mangled man covered in blood beneath, as well as the blood splattered across her face and her dress, staining white feathers crimson with his repulsive blood.

"My dear, I am not quite yet finished purifying this young man here," she smiled sweetly, and off-putting smile on her face. The woman, presumably a nun, bowed her head in apology and excused herself from her presence at once. Angela looked back down to the man, who was pleading for her mercy.

"Mercy, mercy! Please, spare me, show me mercy, I beseech you!" he pleaded, his eyes watering up from fear.

"Ah, how dreadful a tainted heart is. Corrupted, stagnant, dark." she mumbled to herself, smiling disturbingly. "I must snuff out the unnecessary, the unclean, the unwanted; I must snuff them out! End them!" she raised a jewel-encrusted sacrificial knife and impaled the man's chest, piercing through the flesh, blood gushing out of the wound. The man started to choke on the blood that bubbled in his throat, heaving out chunks of his very insides out, like vomit, onto his blue shirt, although now you could hardly even tell it was originally blue.

Angela laughed crazily as she repeatedly stabbed the man, over and over again, until he stopped puking blood, until his chest stopped heaving, until his eyes glossed over and stared unblinkingly at the crazed Fallen Angel above him, whose wings were spread out behind her, casting a great shadow over his long gone dead body, the look of sheer and utter terror still plastered to his face.

And, I'm done! Gory ending there, but did you really expect anything better from Angela?

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