A Box Of Kittens

Chapter 38

I'm sick, I've got Doritos, the YouTuber NFKRS playing in the background, and I feel like updating!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaand, we've lost Undertaker," (your name) remarked, her (hair colour) hair flying in the wind. Sebastian and Claude halted on a rooftop, and Sebastian lowered (your name) gently onto its surface. She patted herself down. Undertaker was somewhere far behind them, engaged in combat with Othello. (your name) looked around her, seeing nothing but chimneys, smoke and a labyrinth of alleys beneath them. "Well," she turned to face Sebastian and Claude. "Where to next?"

Claude stiffened, and his head shot abruptly to his right. Sebastian looked to him, confused- then he, in turn, stiffened, and turned to face the same direction. "I can sense my master," Claude said.

"I can as well," Sebastian nodded, his pupils slitting, eyes clouding over with a fuchsia fog; Claude did the same, nostrils flaring. Sebastian let out a small, breathy laugh, long, pearly white canines sparkling in the weak light of the setting sun. "As well as our culprit."

"Where?" (your name) asked. Claude pointed West, towards the sun.

"They're nearby," Claude said.

"Then let's get going!" (your name) smiled, allowing Sebastian to scoop her up once more.

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"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, my fair Lady," an eerie voice sang, its voice echoing around the darkened room. The inhabitants of the cage were stunned into silence as the voice, accompanied by a garbled music box, steadily grew louder. Elizabeth huddled against Ciel, where she shook in terror, the frighteningly familiar voice invading her ears, her fur fluffed up in agitation. "London Bridge is broken down, broken down, broken down. London Bridge is broken down, my fair Lady."

Shuffling footsteps grew louder, and a vague silhouette of a man could be seen through the gloom. "Build it up with wood and clay, wood and clay, wood and clay. Build it up with wood and clay, my fair Lady."

A large, wooden music box with a painted-on blue fleur-de-lis emerged from the shadows, a gloved hand slowly winding up the lever on the side of the contraption. A body soon followed. The man wore a blue tailcoat, with golden piping, and a red ribbon tied in a bow around his neck. He wore short black trousers and knee-high black and white striped socks, and black boots adorned with gold buttons. A black top hat decorated with another red ribbon and two black feathers sat on top of his light ginger hair, which were cut in flares that were swept away from his eyes. His amethyst-coloured eyes had a glassy, emotionless look, and were accentuated by pink and blue eye shadow. Below his right eye was another fleur-de-lis, painted blue. The music box hung from around his neck.

"Wood and clay will wash away, wash away, wash away. Wood and clay will wash away, my fair Lady," he sung, his voice devoid of any emotion. Another figure emerged from behind him. Ash laid his hand on Drossel's shoulder; Drossel stopped winding the lever of his music box, and slowly turned his head to look at the angel behind him.

"Now, now, Drossel, that's enough of that," Ash smirked. "You're scaring my little pets."

Drossel turned his head back to look into the cage, tilting his head to the side. Elizabeth shuddered, turning her face away from the doll's cold, impassive gaze. "I was bored, so I think to myself: 'Something different; something entertaining.' The most suitable thing would be to sing to the captives."

Ash chuckled; his deep voice reverberated around the room. Finny cowered away from the noise, all his remaining bravery failing him. Even Sieglinde felt uneasy. Ash smirked, sensing the fear radiating off of the kittens in the cage.  "And you shall do just that!" Ash said pleasantly. He then lowered his voice, so that only he and Drossel would be able to hear. "Now, I believe it is time for us to deal with our current problem: demons."

Ash let go of Drossel's shoulder and turned on his heel, the darkness soon engulfing him in its cold embrace. Drossel turned to follow, his voice beginning to fade. "Build it up with bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar. Build it up with bricks and mortar, my fair Lady."

Soooooo... there may or may not be only one or two chapters left after this one... To be honest, I never thought that I would be able to get to the end of finishing a book. Also, looking back over the chapter, I could've done better, but I'm not in the mood to fix it. Oh well.

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