Disclaimer: I do not own kuroshitsuji!
A/N: Events happen at the end of the circus arc in the manga.
Truth
Prologue:
Bang!
My ears perceived, this sudden noise that seemed to echo towards me, ringing oddly in my ears.
My eyes saw, as if in slow motion, the bullet speeding out from the barrel of the revolver, embedding itself within the numerous folds of fat and blubber – the chest of the man that represented the recurring nightmare I was trapped in. Red fluid spurted out, and I continued star, completely devoid of emotions as his wails of pain and agony filled the cavernous chamber.
The sounds that I had just heard were the first ones I have heard in a long time. But why was that so? Have I died and gone to the next world? My brain grappled about helplessly to answer this question.
Then I remembered.
The terrified shrieks of children as they were brought here forcibly to fulfill the insane desires of the old maniac. They had told me that the reason for which I was 'taken' was due to my eyes. They were a pretty shade of purple - amethyst, like my name – Amethyst Kaelle Ivyhawke. A name that I seemed to have almost forgotten.
I had not made any friends with any of the children here. Well, I have to admit that I am not a very social person, for I can be rather shy at first glance. In this hellish place, the longest I have been with another child was one day. There was no question of what became of him.
By some twist of fate, some unexpected turn of destiny, I had become the favourite of the man – the best and the worst I could ask for. My new…position saved from having to perform brutal tasks the other children had to do as they performed their routine task. However, I had to see to the every need of the mentally unsound man. To bathe him, clothe him and ensure that he was comfortable. Thus, I had to accompany him everywhere, even to the place where he seek his unusual entertainment. Day by day, my vision would be filled with a sea of crimson and scarlet as I stood, helpless, my fear of having the same fate as the other children stilling my tongue.
As a result, I learnt to burrow deep inside my consciousness, shutting myself from the painful reality. Thus becoming a mere puppet, just like what they wanted. Until today.
A weapon that brought death to many might just be the one that aided my return from this slumber. The irony was not lost on me. If I was able to, I would have laughed out loud. However, the awakening of the mind did not seem to herald the awakening of the body. Instead, I had to be content with a tiny twitch of my lips.
"Sebastian, this is an order! Burn it all!" the child in the top hat said.
My thoughts froze as all the smug thoughts melted rapidly away.
No! My mind shouted. I'm here! Don't kill me!
My lips remained motionless. No sound emitted from it my frozen throat.
"Yes, my lord," the taller man bowed.
Take me with you!
My brain screamed curses and pleas. Tears of frustration welled up as I struggled against the psychological bonds that were holding me fast.
One tear spilled over the brim, just as the gaze of the boy – a mere child of my age, swept across the room, coming to a halt on my face as the other tear fell.
His clear sapphire eyes widened almost imperceptibly, his gaze transfixed on mine. Then he closed them, and averted his gaze.
"Please!" a word finally escaped.
But the raging flames stole them from my lips, and soon, my vision became obscured by the flames that continued to grow……
A/N: hmm...seems to be quite short. Anyway, reviews please! XD