welcome to the blackmass
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Hove's clattered against the cracked stone road, down a dark path that you wouldn't notice was there even if you were walking it. A road that led to "a cure" as many people claimed, the carriage was headed fast towards a series of iron gates set in stone, with tall spikes of radically varying heights. Grey clouds permanently settled over the building, rats scurried across the grounds looking for a way back into the stone fortress. Screams could be heard from the second level of the building. Long, pain filled screams circulating throughout the grounds; none of the guards flinched, acting as though the screams were a regular occurrence, if not a bit of a nuisance.
They drove past the first gate, the iron doors closing with the help of invisible hands, or was it that the gates were simply more accustomed to being closed, than open? Past the second, now the third, around and around in a seemingly continuous circle though the gates until finally the carriage came to a dreaded halt in front of a large, solid wooden door. The two drivers opened the door of the carriage and yanked a petite child out by a coaler around his neck, connected to a long chain leash. This child was no longer human, he was a dog.
The boy had slate colored hair and the purest cerulean eyes, skin so pale like it had never felt the harsh rays of the sun. The child looked no more than 11 or 12 years of age. He had a small emaciated body, and obvious signs of abuse and neglect surrounded him unnoticed.
The boy was pulled hard by the neck, falling to the ground for his arms were locked behind him in a strait jacket, hitting his chin upon impact, causing the small boy to taste the blood of his tongue in his mouth. The poor child struggled to get back to his feet, legs trembling from being in the carriage so long.
The wooden doors creaked open slowly, as though they had not been opened in years. A young woman with blood red hair cut sharply, like knives, and eyes the color of rubies. She wore a long red Victorian style dress, with bunches of fabric at her rear and obviously wearing a corset. She looked down at the boy, the air around her clearly saying telling the boy that she was in charge and that he should be ashamed of himself for being here. The child looked down at the dead ground.
"Welcome to 'Kuro no bomei'*" said the woman, "Ciel Phantomhive,"
The boy looked up with a large, clearly insane smile, spread across his face, the light darkening his features making the insanities presence more evident.
"Hello Aunt Anne, or should I say, Madame red?" said Ciel. The woman smiled at this, it was neither friendly nor kind, almost challenging.
"I'm sure that we have never met, much less related, you filthy dog." She said snarling, "Get him inside, ward B!" she shouted at the 2 men handling Ciel. He laughed, as though this was all just a dream and when he woke up, he would be in his nice warm bed at the Phantomhive manor. Sebastian there, pretending as though he didn't care, and Ciel would start his day. Maylene would break something, bard would use his flame thrower for cooking, and finny would undoubtedly destroy the garden, and Sebastian would clean it up.
But alas, none of this was true, Ciel Phantomhive was a lowly farm boy, his house was burned down when he was but 7 years of age, and his parents were murdered by the villagers because it was thought that their crops were causing the villagers to grow ill and perish. After that Ciel moved in with his uncle, Baron Kelvin. Although he was a poor man his attitude and personality earned him the title of Baron.
The man had strange habits and tastes; he would always take in homeless children and take them to his room. The next day the children were nowhere to be found. Ciel was often called to his uncle's room so they could have some "quality time" together. But other than that Ciel was forgotten, left to fend for himself locked in the basement, with a shackle locked around his ankle, stuck in a iron dog crate for days on end with no food or water. But weather it was this "quality time" or the solitary confinement or a combination of the 2 that drove Ciel over the edge, we will never know.
No one knows how Ciel came up with this alternate reality of his, but one thing is for sure, he is not willing to leave it.
The inside of the building was broken and run down, striped wall paper that was stained and tearing from the walls. The floor was undoubtedly uneven; steps leading to the upper floors were missing, though most still remained. Smell of blood, death and torture filled the air, fitting the décor magnificently.
The 2 men dragged Ciel up the stairs by the collar around his neck. He tripped on a missing step but the men kept dragging him, up and up and up a never ending stair way until they reached a large set of doors with a small tattered sign above them that read…
WARD B
The two men removed Ciel's collar and carelessly threw him into the tight cramped cell. And since the men had neglected taking him out of the strait jacket, Ciel landed face first into the solid concrete floor.
"Welcome to your new home 'earl' enjoy your stay," said one of the men mockingly.
"'cause you ain't leaving for a very long time," the other finished in a similar tone. Both of the men burst into a sinister laughing fit, locking the door of the cell behind them as they left the ward. Their horrid laughs lingering long after they had left.
Ciel did his best to sit up in the strait jacket, but it proved impossible. He settled for lying on his back so he could breathe, but the damp room reeked of rotting corpses. But in the darkness of the room nothing could be seen.
Ceil closed his eyes and attempted to get some sleep. His eyes drooped steadily in the dark silence. However, as he was on the brink of unconsciousness, he shot up as something hot and slimy slide across his ear. He looked around to see a blonde boy, (roughly the same age as himself) with bright blue eyes, similar to his own.
"What was that for?" Ciel shouted scooting away from the boy as fast as he could in the strait jacket, trying to put as much distance between himself and the boy as he could. The boy advanced on him crawling slowly forward closer, quickly closing the gap between them.
"W…what do you want?" Ciel stuttered as the boy inched closer, his face nearly inches from his own, his eyes clouded with something Ciel could not understand, but it was clear that this boy was not in his right mind (but who would be here if they were?).
The boy slowly closed the gap between their faces. His nose touched Ciel's and moved slowly across his cheek to his ear and whispered.
"You."
*kuro no bomei-black asylum
that was the first chapter, should i comtinue?
