Black Butler (黒執事, Kuroshitsuji?) Yana Toboso
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Haunted
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||::Warning: This is an Oc story. It's CielxOc, but please try it out. I warn you, I have only seen a few episodes of the ANIME and just started reading the MANGA, so I'll be following both ANIME and MANGA versions –though somethings shall be thrown—. Thank you, and do try bearing the Out of Character or Out of Plot things you might see scattered. If anyone is capable of beta reading my story, please do PM me.::||
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||::Prologue::||
By Hopeless Desires
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"I wanted attention. And I got it. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly the type of attention I sought." –Alex
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Alex watched through her cage as the masked men they called 'Doctors' experimented on yet another child. The children in the other cage stared lifelessly, their eyes blank and dull. There was, though, one child wit auburn hair who was gaping at the gruesome sight before him, a shower of tears falling freely across his dirt streaked face, thus streaking his frightened face clean. His green eyes seemed to be trapped on the other child on the table, who had simply complied to the Doctor's orders. The child who was soon to die flickered his blank gaze to the boy, he didn't move his gaze until the first needle entered him.
"GAHHHHHH!" A scream escaped his mouth and he didn't stop screeching until he started coughing blood. The blood pooled on the already bloody floor and soaked the steel table with new blood. His ears started dripping blood and so did his eyes. Soon, though, his screams stopped echoing in the large room, and his body fell limp.
The head doctor, and the one who lead the experiment, scribbled in his clipboard, the sound of pen on clipboard and the blood falling from the experimenting table being the only thing heard in the room.
"Another fail," the masked man murmured. He ran his clean fingers through his hair. "Throw the body in the demon's cage." He stated to the guards behind him, one of them grimaced as he carried the corpse of the boy. He tried to unlatch the lock on Alex's cage, but gave up as his fingers were too wet. One of his coworkers scrambled to help him, and soon they successfully opened the lock, the man threw the corpse next to the seated Alex, and she merely stared at the man.
The doctor pursed his lips and stared at his clipboard.
Finally he looked up. "Bring in ED43."
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A muffled groan escaped Alex's bloody lips. She had disobeyed the Doctor, thus the masked guards had proceeded to beat her to a pulp. Her legs and arms were bind in chains; so she eyed a group of cloak covered men angrily.
"You bastards! I'll show you! I'll kill you!" She shuddered in pain as the chains dug into her scarred arms. "I'll get you!"
A distinct laugh echoed in the room she was trapped in.
'Clang!' Went the can of soda the man threw at the child.
"Sure you will," one of the taller guards roars in laughter. "May I demand how?"
The child stays silent. Truthfully, she doesn't know how. She can't do much; her legs and arms are shackled in chains, she didn't understand why they thought she was a demon; demons were strong beings who were capable of killing these bastards. Demons weren't inhumane, the humans themselves were evil.
Her train of thoughts was broken as the arrogant man whipped her once more across her stomach, "Well?" He beckoned. "Come get me! Kill me! Show me you're not the sniveling weakling you are."
She didn't reply, opting to stare hatefully with dull blue eyes. The man stared back with his beady green eyes, smirking maliciously as the boy didn't move. He whipped her a couple of more times, until the only prominent thing Alex felt was pain as he whipped her.
Why didn't God help her?
The man got out his knife and slid it down, until he stopped at her upper abdomen. Smirking, he viciously stabbed Alex with the knife. Alex cried out in agony as a searing pain tore through her chest. The man laughed gleefully at the first reaction he got from the young girl.
"I'll say. This is the Hunter we've been hearing about? The Black Cat must be drowning in shame, leaving his company for a little weak coward!"
Was God trying to help her?
The grime covered girl was drowning in a sea of humiliation. But it was true; if she was strong she wouldn't be thinking of giving up, or submitting to the dark part of her mind. Her Mother surely wasn't ashamed of her, was she?
Was he?
Why didn't God stop the pain…?
Why did no one save the children here…? Why did no one care about her…?
Her head was clouded in thoughts, something clicked in her, and she submitted to her hunger. She was hungry, but for what? For food? Or was it for…
Their blood. She wanted to humiliate them, torture them, make each and every one of them die in pain, because Someone had dared to murder her Mother and burn down their home. Someone had dared to humiliate her family's name, someone had dared sell her to and torture her mentally and physically, selling her off as a child soldier and then in this disgusting group where they treated her worse than a dog. This Someone was…
Going to die.
The man released the steel grip on her arms and legs and then took out the knife from her body and the girl bit her lips in pain, she could taste the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, it hurt, it hurt like hell, her breath was knocked out of her lungs as the man kicked her in the chest.
Her vision went red as she licked her lips at the thought of their bloody corpses. The world was red; it was painted a beautiful shade of red. BY HER-!
'There is no such thing as God, I.. have…to –KILL-KILL-KILL—'
"Come on," the green eyed guard taunted. "Do what your family does."
Alex raised her lowered hidden face as she smirked demonically, showing sharp teeth, her irises glowing a red-like fuchsia, her slitted pupils trained on the blond guard. "Gladly." Her voice uttered in a suave tone.
That night, a chorus of screams rang through the sky.
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The boy/girl panted, his/her breath cut short of all the energy she/he spent torturing the guards. She/he realized that the scalpel she/he was holding was moving rather continuously. Was there an earthquake or something?
She shivered as she observed her current surroundings. She was still in the large prison-like room that the abducted children were experimented on, the heavy stench of blood was stronger than before, the children in the other cage –the ones yet to be experimented on- were staring at her soundlessly, eyes dull. The guards, the ones she had just maimed were laying in different places, one near her cage, another close to the experiment table, and lastly, the man who had humiliated her. He lay on the experimenting table; a blood covered cloth was residing in his mouth, which was dribbling blood. His blond hair was tugged on and messy, and his stomach covered with crimson. His eyes were still wide open in fear, but he was long gone.
Thankfully, no one screamed other than the guard near his cage, as he was the only spared from swallowing a mouthful of cloth, but the workers here would assume it was one of the doctors working on his/her subject.
Now what should she do?
Thoughtfully, she tapped the scalpel against his thigh. Thankfully, she was capable of thinking, so she grabbed the key in the blond guard's pocket and walked briskly over to the metal door locking her in. She entered the key and turned it. There was a small sound before the door opened, and she stopped in her place.
"I…I'm sorry." She said apathetically to the children staring at her back.
And then she walked out and didn't spare them a glance.
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The girl ran swiftly down the long hallway, the cold surface of the marble floor producing shivers as the girl was barefoot, but that was only half the reason. Her bangs were obstructing her view, but if she stopped now, one of the workers could find her. The door just to her right opened, a doctor and his helper were walking out of it could only stand blinking as a whirlwind interrupted their conversation.
"Patient CD13 was successful! I cannot fathom how long it took for us to inject D—Hey, you brat! Stop!" The girl cursed under her breath and spun on her bare heels as she took a sharp left turn at the corner of the hallway.
Dead end. A white wall blocked his escape. It was the end for her, once they found her; they would make sure to punish her as painfully as possible. She slid down the wall only for her back to grind with some thin bars.
Blinking, she turned around only to be greeted by an air vent. Long ago, she reminisced a happier time where she was watching something very active in a large screen on a wall. The sound of pounding footsteps echoing through the hallway grew louder.
She quickly tried the vent. It was locked, but she used the scalpel to break the nails loose. If she was right, that show, moves or movies or something had a girl do the same thing, except without the scalpel and with company, which she would soon have if she didn't move it. Heart pounding, she cursed the maker of the damn vent and the nails.
The sound of the gaurds was just around the corner, she could almost touch them. But she didn't have to, for she quickly slid into the air vent and closed the lid just as the guards came in plain view.
Biting her tongue, she dug her dirty long nails into her palms. One sound and they would find her and drag her back to that table to be tested on. Her hands and bare legs sank into some thick liquid, a heavy metal stench clogging her nose. Her stomach felt like a thousand butterflies where fluttering against her ribcage, she tried to make herself smaller. The girl tried not to move around much in the liquid, as the guards boot clothed feet were just in front of her, she could grab it while they discussed her.
"Dead end, and I don't see it anywhere here."
"Oh well. Let's try that way."
She held her breath, trying hard not to let her panting give away her hiding spot. Her heart was painfully hammering its way out of his ribcage.
Soon, the guards jogged away, and when she made sure they were out of hearing range, she went out of the smelly vent.
She glanced at her wet hands and was appalled to see red staining it. How did blood get in an air vent?
Just then, a bucket load of blood flew down the vent, snapping the girl out of herdaze. Inspecting the air vent, she realized that it was a few inches of the ground, which meant that this was a chute to get rid of blood,
'Whatever,' she thought as she ran swiftly down the hallway.
After killing the guards, she had become healthier than before, she wasn't in as much pain as before. Absentmindedly, she licked her victims' blood. It felt satisfying as she shed their blood.
She could hear the voices of women talking just a second before a woman walked down the hallway, chatting with her friend. She froze in her place. What was it with these conversing bastards?
"My darling Niece has this obsession with an Anime character called Sebastian something, it's a rather dark anime, but she demanded I ship some mangas from here to her, so now I have to go to town to deliver it—Isn't that ED43?!"
The woman threw down her back pack as she got out a gun, she fumbled with it for a few seconds before glaring firmly (they were wearing masks that covered half of their faces) at the girl.
"Freeze, ED43." She demanded. The woman behind her got out her own gun and pointed it at the brunette.
'No, no, no.' The girl thought. 'It can't end like this!'
The girl tried to strain her vocals to speak, but failed. The woman's voice wavered slightly. "W-well, you're a Demon."* And she shot.
The sound rang through the halls as the air was stolen from the child's lungs. She staggered backwards as she leaned on the wall next to her in pain. Her white undergarments turned red as she tried to retrieve back the air. "G-gaah…"
'I-it doesn't matter who!' She thought desperately. 'It doesn't matter how!' She shut her eyes. 'SAVE ME!"
She heard an amused chuckle as a seductive voice rang in her mind. "My, my. A demon with a soul? How interesting."
As her life was drained, the young child mustered all her fading strength to open her colbat eyes. She saw a mysterious figure shrouded in feathers, she couldn't see anything thanks to the feathers, but she managed to make out some features. The click of his heels sounded across the hallway as fuchsia eyes observed it's surrounding, before it stopped its frightening gaze at Alex.
"For a child, you have such wrath and pride." It mused. "Nevertheless, you summoned me."
Looking at its eyes, Alex saw many frightening, gory scenes. This demon, something of her kind, was the first person to help her, she could gain many things, and she could get revenge.
"So? Are you going to bleed to death…? Or will you seek revenge…? You have a role, will you complete it?" Its Cheshire grin widened.
"What has been sacrificed can never be returned. So what will you do," The demon said, "Alex Hunter?"
"Alex.. Hunter…? 'Alex Hunter isnt here anymore.' She thought. "that's right," she whispered, her voice getting louder and more confident. "I am Alex Hunter, of the Hunter family."
She snapped her head to the figure. "This is an order," she coughed. "KILL THEM! Each and every one of them. Let in burn... let it ALL burn!"
The figure chuckled. "Yes… My lord." It's arm suddenly grabbed Alex's right eye. Flame searing pain spread through her body, her eye burned as she screamed painfully. Was it Hurt Alex Day?
Her head thumped as she fell on top the backpack that belonged to the woman who shot her. She stared at the ceiling above her lifelessly as she felt her pain dissolve until her body felt weightless. Slowly, she lost all her senses as she heard the screams of agony from the victims. Blood splattered across her face, as one too many corpses fell near her. Flames seared her skin, smoke entered her lungs, but she didn't care. She was tired of it all. Her sight turned dark as the features of a handsome raven haired man was in her face, there was the ghost of a smile on his face as his reddish brown eyes looked down at her.
"Finally…found you." She managed to hear before she closed her eyes, the only thought that came to her mind was a single thank you to the person who ended her life.
'Pity," she thought, "I wanted to avenge Mother and Alex. But at least…now… I can see Alex."
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The End
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WHAT THE HELL?
Just joking! So this is my new multi-chapter story, I don't know if I should continue it, so please tell me if I should and your opinion in your review. So yeah, it'll be a Ciel x OC and maybe even slight Alois x OC. Anyways, If you didn't understand this story its cause this is the first –and pretty darn long- prologue. Also, I'm gonna let the girls be called My Lord or My Lady or Milady, sorry if you hate MY Lord being directed to females, but it's completely alright.
Update: Her last name is how Hunter and her Mother is the dead one, and the story's name is Haunted. please suggest a title if you can. dud your probably wondering why Alex keeps on mentioning Alex, but I won't tell you!
* Demons can live through anything except the DEMON SLAYING SWORD (oooh) and the DEATH SCYTHE! (*o*) ME WANT IT!