The Earth After Rebirth

His eyes looked crazed. Like an animal ready to kill anything in its way. For a split second, it scared even Wilfred. He\'d seen a lot in his life, and those eyes, he\'d never encountered those eyes in his life.

"I\'m calm, but I heard that wrong right?" He repeated like a broken record.

Wilfred knew that, even if he tried to stop him from flying back, it wouldn\'t work.

"I\'ll go with you." He offered himself up.

"I need you right here."

His voice was calm but chilling. Wilfred decided to not argue, he simply gave him his coat and he was gone like the very wind was chasing him. He couldn\'t feel anything, he was numb.

Wilfred watched dumbly as his strides surprised him. It hadn\'t been long and his silhouette was out of view. He sighed deeply.

\'I\'d probably be the same way if it were LJ, I shouldn\'t be too surprised. But that man, how is he so scary? I don\'t smell any blood on him.\'

He pondered. He always had a kin nose for killers and Sekani, in that moment was as scary as one but he could tell he\'d never killed before.

"Nature is amazing." He chuckled to himself. "I\'m glad I took this job, I\'m probably going to see things I\'ve never seen." He commented walking out of the office he was in.

He walked into their temporary sleeping quarters. Philip was watching some cartoons occasionally laughing like a maniac.

"Aren\'t you too old to be watching things kids watch?" He asked with a disgusted look on his face.

"Old man, this isn\'t for kids. Where\'s pops? Don\'t tell me he\'s still working, he should take it easy once in a while, we\'re ahead of schedule."

He considered telling him the truth but he didn\'t know how he\'d react, for all he knew he\'d run to the upper district leaving him here alone to manage the whole thing.

"He had to step out for a while, he\'ll be back." He answered, taking a seat besides him.

A few hours passed and now Wilfred was watching too, heavily invested to the story. He noticed the show was too violent and more complex in its story, it couldn\'t have been for kids.

In all his life, he never imagined he\'d enjoy something like this.

"See old man? I told you, this isn\'t for kids." He said just as someone was getting sliced in half.

"Indeed, young Sir."

Wilfred got up from his seat to make some tea. He was old after all by his standards, and that\'s something that was his comfort. He hadn\'t taken a single sip when he heard noise from outside.

"I\'ll be back."

Philip didn\'t even look up, he didn\'t want to risk missing anything.

Wilfred walked around in the dark, his footsteps as quiet as an assassin\'s. He could barely see in the dark, but he had been living here for over a week, he knew exactly where to walk so he didn\'t run into machinery.

"Hey, idiot, why did you make noise? There\'s probably people inside."

He heard whispering from outside the door.

"It was an honest mistake, even if someone is there they couldn\'t have heard. Just do your job and pick the lock." The other voice whispered back.

If it was a normal person, they wouldn\'t have been able to hear the conversation but Wilfred wasn\'t an ordinary butler.

"Pick the lock? What are you, a 21st century idiot?" The other asked, taking out a small device and moving it across the door. "It\'s—it\'s not working."

"So we came all the way for nothing?"

Wilfred quietly unlocked the factory\'s door, their security was top of the line. It couldn\'t be broken into. But he still wanted to catch these two and question them if possible.

"Try again."

Just like that they were able to get in. They looked around, they were clearly after something, possibly the blueprints and the software. Or they were petty thieves that wanted to steal and sell the expensive machinery.

They hadn\'t walked far when Wilfred appeared behind the.

"Good evening gentlemen."

Shock hadn\'t even left the pit of their stomachs when their heads smashed against each other and immediately losing consciousness.

Wilfred picked them up, one on each shoulder. If he was the type, he\'d be happily skipping to his torture chamber. He felt excited for the first time in a very long time.

When they came to they were tightly tied up. Naked. Hanging from the ceiling.

"Please, don\'t kill us, we weren\'t gonna do anything." One shouted at the brink of tears.

"That will be the least of your worries, I reckon, when I\'m done with you, you will be begging to die." Wilfred said innocently.

There was only a hand drill where he had taken them. They were in the basement, so whatever screams that left their bodies would be unheard.

"Do you use your right or left hand?" He asked them both.

"Right hand." They answered quickly.

After that, he didn\'t ask them anything else. He went straight for another\'s left ankle and started drilling. The shrill he let out scared the other one senseless. He passed out when the drill did its job, leaving him with nothing but a hole there.

"So weak." He commented with disgust in his voice.

He started walking to the other one.

"I\'ll talk, what do you want to know!" He screamed the words.

But it wasn\'t the time for that now, Wilfred didn\'t even consider his words and he started drilling again.

"Philip, can you get my back to the basement?" He called. "You can pause your show."

Philip groaned but he compiled. What he saw getting there made him dizzy, if he wasn\'t a slum kid, he\'d have emptied the contents in his stomach.

"Old man? What the?"

"Intruders. Probably sent by the same people that kidnapped Master Kiro—don\'t tell him I called him that."

"That\'s what you\'re worried about? Wait, kidnapped? Is that where pops is?"

Wilfred didn\'t answer him, as he took out his tools. Unwrapping all kinds of torture tools on the floor.

The two woke up still wailing from the pain. Wilfred was getting started though, he gauged out an eye from each of them. Plucking out nails and teeth too.

"Blakeson. He sent us. Please. Stop. Please."

They begged and begged but he didn\'t let up. He intended to torture them into insanity. He wasn\'t going to kill them, no. Making them lose their minds would be much worse.