Chapter 4: Don’t bully me.  

Knock! Knock!

"Mr!....Mr….what was his name again?" called out a sister.

"don't know, he hasn't been named yet…. I think." another sister Replied.

"huh….wait, doesn't that mean…?" she questioned, covering her mouth in pity.

Step! Step! Step! Step!

Listening to the steps, both the sisters turned to their side, gazing in awe, as two individuals which they thought they would never see, were now marching towards them.

"is that….. Sir. Rudd Mustang!" one of them said in shock, gazing at his white hair and gray beard like her eyes were looking at someone rare. "w..what is the butler of house Ruxnard doing here?" she questioned.

"...wa..wait….instead of him, why is the head maid doing here?!" another sister said, her lips shaking with fear. "and they are coming here…what should we do? What should we do?" she asked in a panic with the plate in their hands progressively vibrating.

They stayed still, not knowing what to do until a certain someone came before. "you girls go, there are other patients waiting." The old priest said.

The girls did so, running away right after. Why wouldn't they? As half of the shares of the very healing center were owned by House Ruxnard themselves and the ones overseeing one of many centers they worked on, were now marching towards them.

"t…thank you, father." Both of them said, quickly walking away from their path.

The priest sighed; he didn't know why not one, but both of them were here but one thing was sure that they came for the injured boy.

"it's nice to meet you. Sir Mustang." The Priest said, his tone same as always. but he gave a little bow to the maid behind him. Showing the respect, she deserved. "it's nice meeting you too, Mrs. Perl. Why are such individuals such as yourselves, doing here?"

The butler glared at the priest, and the door right beside him. "enough with the pleasantries, father. We are here for the boy." He sharply said. Trying to walk past him.

But the priest blocked his way, his eyes glaring back at the butler. "even if it is you, the rules still apply to everyone, if you want to see the patient, you need proof of your kith and kin…" the priest said with a kind smile.

"you…." The butler said with a livid stare.

The woman behind the butler couldn't help but sigh. Even though her outfit was like that of a maid, her presence and her posture defined her magnificently. Showing nothing but elegance. "Mr. priest. We respect your position but, I hope you care about its value." She said, her stare forcing the priest to look down.

The priest couldn't help but step aside. The cold blue glare from the head maid was enough for him to have cold feet. As he felt his job slipping away. Healers like him were rare but the house of Ruxnard would solve the rarity in seconds. He was nothing but one of many diamonds, where they could buy Tinder crystal like it was nothing.

'whoever you are boy? I am sorry.' The priest thought, a bit saddened. As he had seen the report of the nameless boy. he couldn't help but pity his fortune. As only death was waiting for him and he could do nothing but watch.

'may the Emperor god bless your soul.' he said, taking his crossed amulet to heart.

Thud!

The door closed behind her. As the butler locked it tight. His hand, starting to glow, as it turned burning red, melting the very handle he grabbed.

"…..is it locked, Rudd?" she asked.

"yes, head." He replied, now standing behind the maid. "and I have secluded the room with soundproofing and all the cameras are locked." He said, giving a low bow.

"well done," she stated, her eyes, gazing at the boy, who was watching beyond the window. His thin hands, at his back, like he was supposed to be someone special. And for both of them, he was, until she gave him an early grave he deserved.

"Boy…" she said. But the thin youngster didn't look back, still marveling at the view outside.

"Boy!" she now shouted; her eye contracted from his blunt disrespect. But the lad was still there, not looking back. Tickling her pent-up anger.

Rudd couldn't help but walk forward, to teach the lanky boy a lesson. "don't worry head, he will listen after a rough session of pain." He said, gripping his fist. "like the old times…"

Kraner only smiled, listening to the man's rugged voice. In the past when he was still Lilith's last born. this blatant disrespect wouldn't have occurred. But now.

'….I am only but a slave.' He thought, slightly moving his neck at his right, letting the man's fist pass his head. He didn't know why the man used so much power for a lanky boy like him but it was only advantageous to himself, gripping his arm, pulling his already swaying body. Forcing his body to lay on his back.

And with a light push from his posterior. His whole body flew out the window, as he let his hand grab the bottom frame of the window.

"….I am listening," Kraner said, now turning to the maid, who couldn't help but glare at the boy before him. She gritted her teeth, frustrated as to what just happened. But she couldn't hide that she was impressed.

"….you got some moves, my boy," she said, walking forward, swaying her long white skirt as her melon-like jugs, bounced with her every step.

Kraner felt a bit seduced, how the way she talked and moved her body, but it wasn't time for such things. Managing his lust was for another time. And now it was time to make a deal.

"…yes, I have some, it's one of many necessities, while you grow up within the streets of poverty and crime." He said, taking out his pen from his pocket.

Pichik!

As he drove the pen inside, the man's hand, who was trying to climb up.

"aaaahhhhh!!!!" shouted the man in pain. As blood leaked out, painting his white sleeves red.

"….and I would like to make a deal…." He said, squishing the pen even further.

"iiit hurts….stop!!!" the man shouted, doing his best to not fall from the great heights he was hanging from.

'incompetent…' the maid thought with a sign, taking a chair from her side. "…..boy, do you know who you are dealing with?" she asked, sitting on the chair as she laced her one leg over another.

Kraner gulped, seeing those pale voluptuous thighs of hers. But he controlled himself, squashing the hand of the shouting idiot outside. Flourishing in his scream of pain.

"….delete the video." She said, "Our master bought you, and you repay him with this…how pitifully ungrateful. Be aware, this might be your last chance of repentance."

Kraner only smiled, remembering what he read yesterday, the horror of what his past selves experienced, no wonder. He tried committing suicide multiple times. But he found a hope to escape, recording an affair of the so-called master.

His naïve mind had thought, he would finally get out of this torture of being a servant among the demons who were shaped like men. But what he got was even more torture, and many attempts to make him silent. Weakening his already weak heart.

"Bahahaha…..do you really think I am the same boy?" he asked. "the same coward who couldn't click a single button." He said, showing the hologram screen of his IIS. "one push….and this video will be seen by every…. Single…. one." He said, reaching his finger towards the upload button.

The women gazed at his blue eyes, not a speck of fear lingering within. '…what happened with him?' she thought in disbelief. The naïve slave, who everyone bullied within the mansion was now glaring back at her. The head maid of the house Ruxnard.

"… let's say that you did upload the video, and the news went haywire…. But what would happen to you? You will only face the wrath of the whole Ruxnard family and you think the torture you faced was hell….hahahaha. my dear boy. you will know what true hell is when you go against the powerful. Believe me, as I am saying with experience…..now pull that pathetic man up and delete the god damn video!" She bellowed, glaring at him back.

Maybe because his body was weak but Kraner felt his body shaking. Like his body had compelled a habit of showing cowardice. '….this dame body.' He thought. His head-turning heavy to look down from her glaring look.

She stood up, walking towards him, and with her closeness came with her pressure. Her eyes still looking down upon him.

"…stop resisting, let the fear control you. As pesante like you deserved to be raked down in our foot….at the matter of fact…you lot enjoy being so." She whispered in his ears. A wisp of a smile, reaching out from her lips.

The chilling voice, which could compel anyone to its heels. Even the butler hanging outside could feel it and knowing what would happen later, he tried climbing on. 'after this…I will fucking mush him to dog food….and feed them to my pets.' He pondered. His thoughts, throbbing with revenge.

Placing his other hand on the frame, he tried climbing up, but all of a sudden, with the sound of slicing, he couldn't feel his fingers. "…..what?"

Feeling confused, he gradually saw the window, going far and far away. Only realizing right after… "…..No." he softly said in disbelief, realizing what just happened. As he kept falling, taken over by gravity.

"Nooooo!!!"

Griping the bloodied knife in his hands as his foot squashed the many pieces of fingers on the floor, Kraner turned to the maid. "….still think, you are in control?" he asked, his tongue tasting a bit of blood from the knife.

The maid backed away, her hands covering her mouth. "w..what did you just do?" she asked in tremor.

"nothing…just throwing out some trash, oh wait, there's still some left." Kraner said, looking at the maid before him. "but….umm…. you look so delicious just to throw away. Oh, I got an idea, why don't I do this..?" he said, stabbing his own shoulder out of nowhere, his blue patient ware spawning red taint as blood trickled down from his finger.

"…what?" the maid turned confused, but she wasn't an idiot to know what he was trying to, she quickly looked at the corner, the webcam turned off with all the inspection turned down. and looking at the situation with the murder the boy just committed.

'he is trying to pin it on me…' she thought.

If they had just killed the slave boy, they could go scot-free as they could pull some strings to make it look like an accident. But, a known butler of a well-known house just died. of course, her master and mistress would try to investigate the person behind it.

The police, she could take care of it, the county, it was easy, the judge. He would tremble before her, even before she could speak a word but, the viscount and the viscountess.

'they will eat me alive.' She thought in fear.

"who are you….?" She asked, "you are not the pathetic boy I remember!" She shouted, in panic.

She was here to just knit the boy out of existence, like the many people she buried with her peer pressure alone. Forcing them to commit suicide or just torture them until her heart desired. But everything went haywire from the moment she entered the room.

'it's all because of that stupid cunt.' She complained. But even witnessing a plain old murder, she didn't panic, her eyes on the knife he held.

'if I get that, it will be easy. His fingerprint on the knife is enough for a worthy alibi.' She thought. 'even though he has some moves, he is still a weak boy.'

Kraner saw her unwavering eyes, as her burning glare didn't give up. He could see it, her pupil staring at his knife. He didn't know why she was looking at the knife but that look was all he needed.

"you want this?" he asked. Dangling the knife before her eyes.

She gritted her teeth, watching the slave talk with her with so disrespect but she needed to calm down. She could change the outcome before the police arrived. As she could already hear the people making a ruckus outside.

"…boy, I will give you your freedom, just give me that knife." She ordered. She wasn't afraid he would try killing her as well as he would be the only suspect left alive.

Kraner only smiled, "oh really?.... Let me show a nit magic trick. I just learned it from the 'wave'." He said, covering the hanging knife with his palm, slowly dragging it from pointy edge to the handle.

"what…?" the maid said in surprise, watching the blade vanish before her own eyes.

She knew it wasn't a trick, as her magically augmented eyes could see past such trickery but she couldn't help but stare in disbelief, watching the knife just vanish in his palm.

Knowing the situation was again out of her hand, she ran on the boy, driving him down on the floor.

"where is it?...where's the knife?" she asked in anger. Undressing him to find the blade.

"haha…calm down, we can do that kinky stuff after." He said.

Beeep!....Beeeep!

The sound of sirens reached her ears, her eyes opening wide in panic. She couldn't help but glare at the scrawny boy. her years of struggle to reach the position she was in. all would be gone, because of the lanky kid before him.

"so…want to make a deal, before it's too late?" he asked, showing his mischievous smile.