Belle Adams' Butler

In the tall tower, Barron was tied to the chair with chains so that he wouldn't escape from the tower. Winstone stood in front of Barron, staring at the fourth Grim as he was in a stuffed rabbit. 

"What are your plans, tell me?" demanded Winston. For once, Barron was calm instead of shouting and acting like a wild animal, "What are you doing in a stuffed bunny?"

The Hawvert had only got Barron tied and had dismissed the other reapers, leaving only him and Barron in the room. Being one of the oldest creatures in the land of the dead, Winston wanted power. More power than what he had right now. He was tired of sharing the highest position with the two other Hawverts. Wanting to be the sole leader of the dead and the living, he had started to play with the pawns by involving some dead creatures and some people of the living who were the black witches. 

Everything had been going according to his plan but some of the Grims had started to fall one after another and he could sense the shift in the motion that was against him. 

Barron, on the other hand, was not happy being tied in the chair. He wanted to shout he was Barron the fourth Grim but this was a Hawvert, not to forget, Winston had created him. He couldn't believe that he had ended up here. Caught. How shameful. Not to forget he was in his rabbit suit and not in his skeleton bones with the robes covering it. 

"Barron?" came the impatient voice of Winston. 

"I wanted to see how it was to live the life of a rabbit," answered Barron with a straight face. 

Winston stared at Barron, "Why did you fall away from your position? I thought you loved being Barron the fourth Grim?"

"Fallen Grim?" Barron asked, laughing while his hands barely moved as they were tied too. Barron wanted to roll his eyes that Winston felt a need to tie him up. Scaredy creature, thought Barron to himself, "I don't know what you are talking about, Winston. I was on a break. When did I fall?"

The rabbit noticed how Winston narrowed his eyes while smiling at him.

"Are you telling me that you have been doing your duties?" asked Winston. 

Barron's ears moved up, "How would I be able to do my work if I am on a break?" 

Feigning innocence and ignorance was the best thing to do, thought Barron to himself. Barron found it to be rather strange that Winston had not called Crane or Gorron to interview him. Having a conversation just with him as if he were fishing for something.

"Did you forget that Grim reapers don't take a break?" Winston could see what Barron was trying to do but at the same time, he knew how stupid Barron could be. It made him question if Barron had truly gone on a break, "You are not a mortal."

"My apologies," Barron bowed his head, "I thought that we could take leaves. I mean a lot of them died because of the plague and got sick because of me. There were other Grims to reap the souls in the living."

Winston had only started his interrogation but Barron was speaking in circles, "Weren't you in hiding?" 

Barron gave a look of shock, "I, Barron the fourth would never hide! Why would I need to hide?" 

The Hawverts eyes narrowed at Barron, "You don't know what you did?" 

"No," came the solemn answer. 

"Maybe some fire will remind you?" stated Winston and snapped his hands together to bring fire in his hands. Walking forward to where Barron sat, he brought his hand towards the rabbit. 

Barron's eyes turned wide that his rabbit suit would be turning to ashes today. He wasn't able to get out of the stuffed toy and was stuck in it. The ends of the fur turned slightly black as it burned because of the fire. Winston noticing how Barron didn't answer anything, gritted his teeth. 

Winston had hoped that Barron would answer his questions but it seemed that there was none of it, "Tell me where you hid the timekeeper?" 

Barron could feel the heat reaching his soul even though it hadn't burned Mr. Fluffs, "AH! How would I know that?" 

"Because you were the one who sent her away from work!" Winston had duties for the timekeeper to complete, to change the time of death but by the time he could get to it, the timekeeper had disappeared. 

All his plans had been sabotaged. He wanted to burn Barron and send him to oblivion but it could be done only in the presence of the other two Hawverts. A knock was heard on the door and Winston's hand quickly exhausted the fire that was in front of the stuffed rabbit.

"WHAT?" asked Winston, annoyed that someone had dared to interrupt his time during an important interrogation. 

"Sir Crane has held a meeting right now and has summoned you," came the voice from the other side of the door. 

"Tch! I will come back for you again, make sure you prepare to answer my questions by then," and Winston left the room. 

Once Winston stepped out of the room, the door closed and Barron heard the lock on the door to keep the room secure, leaving the rabbit all alone, "Oh, come on! I do not miss home! Why was I dragged here!?" 

Barron tried to wiggle his way out of the chains but they were tied too tightly. It was a chain to stop the soul from escaping. He looked up at the ceiling and then at the empty room.

Lucas and the others thought Barron had gone out for a walk. They wouldn't know he had been caught! Seeing there was no other way out, he again started to wiggle himself before finally getting one of his arms to be free,

"That wasn't bad. Now the next hand."

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