As Luther had unfortunately generated too much noise in his fight, police would soon be on their way. Thankfully, a selfless scapegoat had just fallen right on my feet.
I switched clothes with the dead majordomo, appreciating the similar build we shared, and then stomped his face a few times to distort his facial features and break his nose. I couldn't have any chance of him being recognized.
Similarly, I cleaned up as well as I could while instructing my hostage.
"You listen to me well, help me escape, and I'll be out of here before sundown," I explained, pointing my gun at him. "You sell me out in any way; I'll shoot you right in the spine and doom you to spend the rest of your life paralyzed and sucking food through a straw. Do we have an understanding?" I asked the man, now close to pissing his pants. He nodded vigorously but didn't dare speak out.
"Dorian, this is such a dumb idea. The man will squeal the moment he sees the police." Theodore annoyed me as I felt good about suppressing the man.
"Wanna bet?" I replied, trusting that my fear would win over this poor man's logical mind.
"Alright. The winner gets to take control of the body from the loser three times, no buts or time limits." He offered. Hmmm, tempting.
"Deal. You nerds understand nothing of human nature." Spirits raised, singing was a must.
"Mamaaaaa, just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he is DEEEeeeeaaad." The fat man almost fainted from the sheer shock and trembled on the floor.
I finished washing my hair and went through my teet. What servant would go around with someone's neck between his teeth?
Finally came knocking on the door. "It's showtime, I told the trembling man, placing the gun in front of my lips to gesture silence.
He nodded and went to the door. I followed closely, placing a napkin on my broken nose to hide as much of my face as possible.
The door opened with a loud clang, and the police appeared.
A group of six patrolmen, like the one he had stabbed, looked from behind as a man in a navy blue uniform stood at the forefront.
"Evening, gentlemen. I'm Inspector Zeno. We received reports of shots in this building." His sharp eyes floated over the master of the house and then focused on Dorian's face.
He took note of the handkerchief and asked about it.
I pressed the gun against the fatty's back, and he paled but began speaking with a squeal.
"Evening, Inspector!" he said in a high-pitched voice. but then continued normally. "My servant was injured by a rogue that entered through the window. Thankfully, he managed to kill the crook in the shuffle, or who knows what would have happened." At gunpoint, he managed to put on a convincing display.
I nodded to confirm my master's testimony with a grunt of pain.
"Quiet, boy!" shushed the master of the house. I felt rage boiling inside, and if not for Luther replacing me at the last moment, I would have shot this overconfident piece of shit.
"I see. Do you mind if I come in for a moment?" He asked politely. But as an avid media consumer, Luther knew it wasn't a genuine request, just a display of cordiality.
His master led the way showing the crime scene and the rest of the house.
True to his name, the Inspector inspected the bathroom; going through every nook and crane, he noticed the bullet holes in the roof and wall. The blood and brain matter splattered over the floor. They checked the old clothes I had placed on the majordomo and then looked at me with squinted eyes.
He lit a cigarette and puffed some smoke in my face.
"Care to explain how he died and why the body was moved?" He asked, unconvinced by something.
When Dorian had swapped clothes with the dead man, he naturally moved the body a little before carefully placing him in the same position again. However, the little act didn't go unnoticed by the police's attentive eyes.
There is little wiggle room to lie, and chances of passing this interrogation with no concessions are close to null.
"After beating him into submission, I noticed blood on his hands and decided to execute him on the spot to prioritize my master's safety. Immediately after, I looked through his belongings." Presenting the golden pocket watch made the Inspector's furrowed brows relax.
He had recognized the symbol on it, the same mark on the silver knife. Nobles and rich people loved having their initials imprinted on precious objects they would carry around.
"You *censored slur* are all the same, violent, uncivilized, and greedy. You are lucky this man assaulted an officer early on. We will close an eye for this time." he paused and looked at my master. "Unless you want us to get rid of this animal for you? Once a dog tastes blood, there is no going back." He offered.
My master's face betrayed the intense internal conflict behind his eyes. However, he sighed and shook his head. Implanted fear was not so easy to dispel. Often, abuse victims and such would refuse salvation right before their eyes.
"Another victory for fear! What did I tell you, Theodore? You don't got shit on me!" Dorian cheered in my head. "What an idiot. Why would he do something so illogical? Luther, later lend me the body, I want to smack that idiot in the face, or my fury will never die out." Theodore grumbled despite the good news.
The Inspector nodded and had two of his men carry out the body and left after tipping his pointy hat to the house owner.
As the door closed with a bang and I made sure to secure the lock, my dear hostage broke down and slumped against a wall. "It's over. It's finally over. You will leave now, right?"
Theodore assumed control of the body. "How could you be so cruel and throw me out just as we got to know each other?" A smile of superiority bloomed on my face as I looked down at the man that lost my bet.
I went to kick his face, but at that moment, Dorian chirped in. "Pay up! I'm not going to let you vent your inferiority complex on my new servant. hahaha."
I gritted my teeth and gave Dorian back control.
"I think introductions are a must at this point. You may call me Dorian." I bowed lightly. The rest of the voices in my head groaned as the realization that they would also be called by my name sunk in.
"But, you promised that-" I placed the mouth of the gun in his. His eyes almost rolled back as he tasted the cold metal and gunpowder on his tongue.
"I didn't ask for your opinion. I asked for your name." In front of my bright smile, he had no choice but to hold back tears and introduce himself with a piece of steel in his mouth.
"Caras, my name is Caras."
"Nice to meet you, Caras, I'm sure we will become beeeeestest of friends."