DISCLAIMER: I don't own Black Butler/Kuroshitsujii . I do own 'Norge' Otter and Maddie, however.

My first Black Butler fic...be gentle! Many of the characters will seem OoC. Norwegian accent: /watch?v=HE8GcOBHVMs

He lay in wait, above the street, watching for his prey, tense and ready to strike. A figure ran below him, heading for the church.
"DIE!" the blonde screamed at the top of his lungs, leaping from the balcony and firing his P90 sub-machine gun off wildly.
"Damn it!" the brunette exclaimed, trying to dodge out of the way, raising her shotgun.
A single bullet struck her in her foot, and she fell to the ground. lifeless.

"NORGE!" Maddie roared, chucking her controller at her friend as hard as she could.
"Don't hate the player, hate the game!" Micah 'Norge' Otter screamed back in a Norwegian accent, expertly dodging the PS3 controller.
"I hate the controls! I like the 360 controls better."
"You should've thought of that before playing me, then."
"Oh, go to hell, Norge!"
The teenagers burst out laughing. Call of Duty was always intense between them. Both had fired weapons before - Norge had even shot some automatics -, but unfortunately paintball didn't quell their violent tendencies, and using real bullets was obviously a very bad idea, though Norge had confessed on multiple occasions to using real bullets in a paintball match.

The blonde boy had been born and raised for most of his life in Norway, and had only recently (at the age of 14) moved to London with his family on business. In fact, 'Norge' itself meant 'Norway' in Norwegian. His green eyes were often filled with excitement, or narrowed in anger as he brandished the family battleaxe. His chin-length hair seemed to change between platinum blonde and golden depending on the amount of sunlight he got. He wore a red hoody and black jeans. People around the neighborhood often described him as 'mentally unstable' and 'hyperactive', though they never seemed to dampen his spirits.
Maddie Corwin (age 15) had lived in London her entire life. She had dark blue eyes and chocolate-brown hair that when just past her shoulders. She wore a light blue zip-up hoody over a grey tank top and pink skirt. Having a short temper, most people tended to avoid her - the boys for fear of having their vital regions crushed in a car door, and the girls just because Maddie had a tendency to make them look back when compared.
Unless you got to know them both better, they seemed like an odd pair to be friends - the good looking, social expert girl, and the weird, foreign boy. Amazingly, both liked guns and video games, bonded over them, and discovered they shared other interests. Soon enough, they were best friends.

Currently, the two were playing video games in Norge's family's flat. They entered the small kitchen for snacks, and sat down, munching on chips, talking about what the best movie out now was, or when Lady Gaga would finally bite the dust. They were so engaged in their conversation, Norge didn't notice the red symbol that began glowing underneath his chair.
Eventually, the red light was noticed, and Maddie was intrigued, poking her head under the table and chattering about what she thought it may be, not worried in the least. Norge looked underneath his chair, and tried to to remember where he'd seen that symbol before. A five pointed star inside of a circle. It seemed so familiar! An image flashed through his mind - an old man. He seemed familiar. His mother's father? She was born Egyptian, and they often didn't get to see her side of the family. What did he have to do with anything?
All thoughts except for "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" were erased from his mind as the world momentarily disintegrated around him, and he felt like he was floating.

"Have I been sniffing Sharpies again!" he asked nobody in particular as he felt the sensation of falling.
"No - I can assure you of that." a baritone voice answered, causing Norge to freak out.
The Norwegian began punching the air and twirling around, floating as if in space. "Hva i helvete er det som skjer her!" he screamed in his native tongue. "What the hell is going on here?"
"There isn't any reason to be afraid, young man." the voice said. What was that accent...? English?
"Am I tripping or something? Tell me what's going on?"
"It's quite simple, actually." a higher pitched voice said. "We've come to protect you, on behalf of your grandfather and grandmother."
"Protect me? Stepfather? What? Grandma Juni and Grandpa Carl sent you?"
He calmed down slightly as soon as he felt his feet hit the ground. The world around him was completely dark, and he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. True darkness.
A small light began emanating from nowhere, and figures stood before him, causing him to jump backwards and reach for where he normally kept a switchblade - for those unsavory parts of town.
"No need for that, now." the baritone voice said, and Norge felt his hand forced to a stop. He was being controlled!
"What's going on?" Norge demanded, almost growling. "Why did you mention Grandpa Carl and Grandpa Juni?"
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry young man, but you seem to be confused. It's more like 'Grandpa Odin' and 'Grandma Isis'."