This is my first fanfic so i decided to set up the story with the Prolouge. I know it has nothing to do with Kuroshitsu until the end but i felt like starting with a proluge. Please read and review

Prologue

It was late at night and the young woman was walking back from the store down the street. She had bought many groceries and so it took many trips to and from the store. It was getting well near midnight when she finally made her last pass to the store. It was a half mile to and from the store to the young woman's apartment.

She was a plain looking woman she dressed warmly for on this particular day it was quite cold. She was young as I mention if I were to give her age it would have to be around the age of twenty-five. She was small for her age but she was agile as well. Only the moon lighted her dark hair. As she walked back to her apartment, she heard a woman scream. She stood where she was. Another scream came and it was close by she ran right down the alleyway it came from.

It was a narrow alleyway with a line of brick buildings on either side. The windows were dark or dimly lit so the woman could not see all too well but what she did see brought fear into her eyes.

A scruffy looking middle aged man, who looked like he need a shave and smelled like he need a shower in the worst way, was brutally beating a scared woman. She wore a blue dress with lace around the collar and the sleeves. She was tall and just as young as the other woman was. This girl was bloodied and bruised one of her eyes was swollen shut and crusted over with blood. The man kicked her in the ribs again and again she screamed.

The young woman who came across these two tightened her fists, put her head down and gritted her teeth hoping that someone anyone else could have found these two instead. She could not take it anymore she had to stop this at once. The girl at the cash register in the store had her iPod on and was in the process of locking up so she could not hear the screams of terror made by the girl.

There was no time to hesitate the young woman couldn't stand there and watch something like this. "Hey you put her down right now!" The man looked up into the young woman's face. He smirked like she looked tasty. He was drunk that much was true and when he tried to move toward the second woman, he just wabled this way and that. He slurred as he tried to speak. "An' wha if I dunt feel like it? Whut then? Hmm?" he said holding up his led pipe he was beating the other woman with. He chuckled to himself, his stature was tall and stringy but he smelt horrible as he came closer and closer to the other woman.

The woman backed up out of the alley but the man with his twisted smile and twisted look kept coming toward her. He swung his pipe at her but she blocked it and acting fast took the pipe out of his hands and threw the pipe away. Seeing that he had no weapon the man just threw blind punches. All the woman had to do was either duck or jump to the side. "Come on baby this is not my style stop moving I ain't gunna hur you." He said punching the air. The woman jumped aside and this time the man felt in his pocket for a while and found that he still had a knife in it.

He ran right up to the woman and tackled her to the ground. He pinned her to the ground, as she struggled feebly to get away from his grasp. It was useless he had at least one hundred or more pounds on her. He took out his Swiss army knife and put it right next to her face. He then leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear. "It'll only hurt for a second." The woman screamed as he slit her throat.

There were sirens and the man ran for it. It started to rain as the two men got out of their car. One of the men was a young man maybe in his early thirties, he was tall and handsome. He wore his blue unzipped raincoat and a pair of warm gloves. The other man was an older gentle man with a portly body and he had a blue raincoat on. They were on the mission to stop a chain of murders that went on in this alleyway but it seemed that they were already too late.

A few months later the investigation was over and it turned out that thirty-five year old Brent Pemburg was assaulting innocent young ladies when he was hammered. He pleaded guilty and was sentenced to a lifetime in prison. This is the story of how one of the girls he killed and her time in the afterlife…


When I woke up, I was standing next to my body bloody and ragged. I was extremely nervous, as would anyone who just found out that they died. I was just another victim of a drunkard and that made me mad. I looked at the pitiful girl next to me, her eyes lifeless and still, her small frame in comfortable clothing for that day's horrible weather.

It started to rain but I never noticed I didn't even feel the cold rain wash me… how could I, I'm dead I will never be able to feel anything anymore. I watched as the rain washed the blood from my skin I felt sad I felt like I would cry, no I can't there's no one who would comfort me anyway. Why did I have to be the heroine and try to save that girl! I'm such a good person why! Why do humans do the things they do! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAaaah I screamed up at the sky not caring if anyone heard me or not.

I had been living in Manchester New Hampshire for almost six months now, I had just moved into my apartment on Varney St. it was right next to a Walgreens where I could go and pick up a couple of small things and then walk right back, no I don't have to do that anymore. I had just moved out of my parent's house and I just finished going to NCC for my associate's degree. I bent down and pushed a hair out of my face but instead my finger went right through me. I shivered and then looked up to see the flashing lights of the police, ambulance and fire trucks come closer and saw the guy who had killed me run for his life.

Two men came out of the police car both older gentlemen dressed in uniform under their raincoats one of them looked familiar to me. He had been at my High school once or twice I used to tease my friend Heather because she had a huge crush on him. It was nice to see him but not in this situation, his blond hair covered by the hood of his poncho. The older man I didn't know he must have been the superior officer but they seemed upset by the two girls in the alley way.


"Poor girls another one bites the dust I guess I hate this part of the job." The younger police officer said, for the life of me I can't remember his name but I remember him from school. Well if they can uncover the mystery of my death then good for them but I don't want to stick around to find out. I'll see what being a ghost is like first. I looked around and saw that the other girl that was killed along side me was crying beside her body. I walked over to her and tried to comfort her. "I'm sorry miss" she slapped my hand out of her way her eyes were ablaze on me. "Don't you touch me!" I rubbed my hand we were in the same predicament she didn't have to be so touchy about it. I looked at her and noticed that she was barely visible in the dark alleyway. I looked at my own hands and body I was white that was when I noticed them. A hundred thousand of them at least and they were popping up everywhere and anywhere. They all seemed to be lining up for something. I didn't try to tell the woman who was still weeping and pleading for the police, who could not hear her, to not take her body away. I felt pity in the pit of my stomach for that woman and for everyone else who just died as well.

I decided not to bother the other woman instead; I went to the line of ghosts. "Excuse me," I said tapping the man in front of me on the shoulder, he turned around. He was a tall man he was middle-aged and wore square shaped glasses reflecting his serious eyes. They were cold grey eyes that seemed to stare right through me. He had bags under his cold eyes apparently; he had not been sleeping well before he knocked off. "What do you want?" he asked in a gruff irritated voice I hesitated before answering. "I…I was just wondering what's with the lineup?" I asked sheepishly.

He looked at the line as if he had just noticed it was there and then he looked back at me and answered "I am not sure yet kid this is the middle of the line, the line starts all the way back there." He pointed one fat finger to an unforeseeable end of people. I thought to myself 'there is no end to these people is there?' I shook the curiosity of what the line was for so I stuck around for a few days.

I attended my own funeral, I thought that I would be weeping along with my loved ones, but I felt hallow inside. It was a very big funeral all my friends from both Nashua and Londonderry were there. I never thought I would see the day when I saw some of these people dressed up in black, I never thought I would see my own funeral at this early an age as well.


The priest droned on about how it was a pleasure to have had me at his church when I was younger. How he prayed for me to get well when I was sick when I was very small and how he always gave me a small hug at church. Then some more people came and talked about how it was nice they knew me in the past my ego if it wasn't big enough now it was probably big now. Some of the people who were there were my parents friends as well.

I sat in the chair in the way back that was not taken up by anyone and watch the entire thing thinking to myself. I didn't think of anything important just thought to myself. I went up to the casket and looked at the still body. I disliked it, it was an ugly body especially since it was in a dress, and I hated dresses. I did have to admit that pink and black defiantly did suit me in this manner. I looked at my body a plain girl from a small town that tried to something heroic for once in her life. I watched the funeral to its very end. Then I went back to that awfully long line and decided to wait. What did I have to lose I had no regrets I had already put down exactly what I wanted the police to do with my body and who my money if I had any inheritance should go to. They would go to my cousins or to a charity. I had written everything I wanted for my death, unknowingly, in a little black book.

When the line seemed to be going somewhere, I noticed that they were all floating up to the sky like they were being abducted by aliens. They weren't though because there they were the gates of heaven. No one living could see the stairs going up to the sky. It was beautiful but at the same time I was disappointed for some reason I felt like there would be more to death than just going straight to heaven but I guess I was wrong. I still followed and when I got to the top of theses stairs I saw a man in front of a desk, right before you entered the gates. He was a stout little man in a weathered robe, he seemed to be checking everyone in and handing them a white robe of their own.


It was my turn and I walked up to the desk the small man had a computer which surprised me that they would be up on the technology in heaven. He looked at me and typed in a name and brought up a file on me and then read off the summary. "Alice Randall, five foot two, blue eyes, dark brown hair, 135 pounds, has a scar on her neck and three more on her chest area from when she had cancer. You're originally from Londonderry New Hampshire but you recently moved into an apartment complex in Manchester so you could commute to your job in Nashua easier. You were beat over the head and had your throat slit by one Brent Pemburge is that you?" he asked flipping the screen toward me.

It was a mazing they had a whole profile of everyone that dies every day in here. I looked at the summary of my personality and the movie of my life nothing interesting but it didn't seem I did anything bad. I nodded and then he flipped the screen back toward him and opened a drawer on his left where he had a whole draw of neatly folded angel robes. There weren't any wings on them I guess you have to earn you wings.

What he said next before handing me the robe caught me off guard. "If you want this robe you have to be committed to doing whatever the boss tells you. You cannot just go in for a visit because the people you lost are out doing their civil duties as angels. If you have any doubts then do not go beyond my gates and leave this place." I had only touched the robe when he said those words and a let go. I never imagined that I would have to work when I got to heaven I figured that you had to earn your wings but I didn't know how. I kind of wanted to explore some more so I let go of the robe. "Are you sure you want to do that you may not be able to return here if you go anywhere else, think very hard and think carefully what do you want to do?"

I knew who I wanted to visit first but I didn't want to work in order to see them. I read the list of rules that was attached to the golden gates.

No stealing

No killing

No gambling

No alcohol

And so on that would lead to sin I just left there was something that had been eating at me for years now. Something that I wanted to do before I entered here. I walked away and saw that there was an elevator. Figures there were an elevator must be for the really lazy people in the world who don't want to walk up the stairs. I took a closer look at the elevator and noticed that it was dark and looked like it would break down if you stepped inside. On top of the elevator was a picture of a grim reaper. Dark cloaked and skeletal with a scythe. What type of elevator was this? I noticed it had only one button, down. It looked creepy but at the same time I wanted to know where this elevator would lead even though I had a good idea where it would go.

I got in and almost immediately the doors closed behind me, the last thing I saw of those golden gates was the man at the gate calling "next!" and then it went dark. I felt the elevator move underneath me and it was going at a really fast rate compared to other elevators I've been in. I thought that I would be crushed by the speed and weight of the elevator when it crashed but it didn't. I screamed my head off until it stopped with a smooth bump and then the doors opened again.


When I stepped out I was in a dimly lit cavern and saw a light above a door I walked down the path looking around as I did. In the shadows I thought that I saw some eyes glaring at me and some white teeth smiling at me and laughing at me like I was some fool for coming here. I opened the heavy iron door and came into another cavern this one was lit with open flames and people were hung up on walls the wall being whipped and tortured in the most gruesome way you could imagine. I felt like I was in a trance or just determined I kept going straight ahead not looking at the pain in the other people's eyes.

Finally I came to another cavern and there were some people gathered around a poker table playing poker and smoking cigars. One of them looked up at me and smirk crossed his lips, this man was in a sharp dressed man with a fedora hat. He was a big man he looked up as I came in the room. I knew him but at the same time I didn't know him, I knew he was the gangster Al Capone but I didn't know anything other than that. To his left was Hitler dressed in a suit and tie, with a swastika on his shoulder. His hair was a dark brown color and his mustache was this little tiny caterpillar on his upper lip. He also looked up as I entered the room.

AL Capone breathed out a cloud of cigar smoke in my general direction. The smokes seemed to circle around me and ensnare me in its tight grip, I coughed and it went away. "What are you doing here sweetheart, can't you see we're in the middle of something, though if you want to get us something to drink that would be nice as well." He said gruffly I felt frazzled at this how he dare order me around to do something a housewife would do. I don't know what Hitler said it was in a language that I couldn't understand but he seemed to agree with Al Capone. The only one who didn't look up was another sharp dressed man. He had bright red hair a crooked nose and two hawk like eyes.

"now, now we don't need to order this lovely angel around she came to see me isn't that right?" the man who had not looked up before, now placed two cards on the table and picked up another one. I could just make out his eyes they were bright amber red like his hair and the raging flames around him. He grinned and I swear his white teeth were sparkling red like the rest of this dimly lit place. "Ok what do you boys got?" he said not saying anything to me and seeming to forget that I was even in the room. "A pair of kings." Said Al Capone revealing his cards there was a ten of spades and a ten of diamonds the other cards were garbage. I don't know what Hitler said but he had the other pair of tens, then the other man put down his cards to reveal a full house. The two men got irritated at being beat again by this man they left the table. Hitler swore in German as he left the room.

The man acknowledged my existence again by asking me to play a game with him. When I just stood there he pointed a finger at me and bent it toward him, like two strong magnets were being pulled together I was pulled toward the table by such force. I looked at him he was as white as a ghost even though it was a million degrees in here. He smiled at me with those unnaturally white teeth of his. "So you made it all the way here little angel, humph. Not to many angels make it down here without being frightened away I find it's amusing." If it was possible I think his smile got bigger. "What do want to see me about?" he asked plainly I just stared at him I was afraid that was true enough but I was trying my hardest not to show it. Apparently it wasn't working because I could feel myself tremble.


"Come sit down I won't bite, hard, ha ha, ha just kidding but seriously come sit." The man graciously said gesturing toward the empty seat across from him. I did sit right across from him but I didn't say a word at all he looked at me intently and patiently, which was not what I was expecting. Finally I spoke but I spoke so softly that he had to ask me to repeat myself. "I came here because there was a game I wanted to play and it was against the rules upstairs but it's a specific game." He looked interested and asked me to go on. "I want to place a bet with a game of cribbage is that all right?" His smile seemed to be like a cheesier cat's like that of a crescent moon. "If I win the game I want you to make my life like this comic book but if I lose you can do whatever you want with me." This made him laugh I tossed him the Black Butler Manga and he skimmed through it. Then he looked at me, "another fan girl I'm assuming. The last one who made a bet like this I got to eat her soul and that was tasty." He patted his stomach appreciatively I shuttered at the thought of being eaten.

"There are rules to this game though; you can also torture me all you want when I'm in the new world do whatever you want but don't kill me right off then it wouldn't be as fun." The man laughed again. "Of course, you have the advantage though, I am a little rusty on cribbage, but I will do this it sounds interesting." We shook hands and the game had begun. It took several hours and a lot of patients out of the man but I actually did win the game.

After I had won the cribbage game the devil kept to his promise of making me into a new character of the Black Butler Manga. He made me fall asleep and said that wouldn't feel a thing when he changed me into a character but he was wrong. It was excruciating pain being flattened and put into a book.