A Good Deed

[not_teatime]

 It was a little girl, not a little boy, and the bleeding eye was the opposite of Teatime's own missing orb. But somewhere in that fireworks mind something went ping, and there was one less child abuser in the world before even Jonathan himself was aware of it.

A shame, really, that said ping set off another few dozen pings--why did no one stop it?--and before long only the two of them were alive in the whole house. Unfortunate maids and menservants had met with blades to the throat, the lord's wife had her belly cut open and soon Teatime was lighting the whole edifice on fire.

By the time anyone caught up with him he was showing his scrying eye to the half-blind child by the light of a burning mansion, and the creation of a new lunatic was well underway.