PROLOGUE
Ciel, age 10
The moon beat the sun to six o'clock, the sky darkening over the Phantomhive estate not thirty minutes after Vincent had gone out. Ciel was sitting cross legged on the carpet of his room, balancing his gilded book of cold cases on his knees. He flipped to page 394 and began pondering the infamous murders of Jack the Ripper. Just as he was about to note on the unusual markings on the faces of the victims, the doorbell rang.
I'll just have to save this for later, he thought, as he went to answer the door.
"Hello Ciel," The chief on his father's investigation team smiled nervously at him, "There was a murder. We think you should see it."
Ciel looked at the man, astounded, before gathering up his materials and practically skipping out the door. The chief's nondescript van was parked outside, and Ciel climbed into the back seat, maneuvering around the others' limbs. They all carried a sort of nervous energy that Ciel didn't recognize in his excitement to solve an active murder. The ride was short, and they parked near a blocked off alley that Ciel recognized as the one opposite the Undertaker's shop. Ciel got out and got on his tiptoes to try to see the body. The rest of the team came out and started toward the path, with Ciel bouncing ahead.
Clutching the elegantly bound book to his chest, Ciel marched down the pitch black alley. The police team came with him, loosely guarding him from harm. Their eyes darted around the darkness, reminding Ciel of scared children. He strode confidently through the dark, not at all unnerved that this would be his first case without his father by his side.
His father had been called out for another job, but Ciel disregarded the specific details. He was used to his father being away on cases and never hesitated to step in to investigate one or two crimes. As he walked on, the officers behind him looked even more wary. The biggest one called out to Ciel.
"Hey, kid, I don't think you should see any of this."
Ciel waved away the informal invitation to go back and strutted forward with more confidence.
The team rushed forward, but not quick enough as- squish. Ciel's foot collided with a body. Ciel sighed and flicked on his flashlight, annoyed with the prospect of having guts on his shoes.
The flash light illuminated his messy shoes and the puddle of crimson blood he was less than an inch from. Surveying the scene, Ciel felt a dread wreathing his body. The blood splattered on the alley walls far surpassed any amount he had ever seen before.
'The body must be pretty messed up then,' he thought.
As he swung the beam toward the mutilated victim, he let out a gasp. Gruesome scars criss-crossed the body, and limbs were torn off at their hinges. The police team cringed as they circled around the victim, but not because of the tortured body, because of Ciel's expression.
The young boy was staring, horrified, at the person's face, the only part of him left recognizable. Ciel knew in a second who he was looking at. The man who he admired, followed, and loved. His hands began to tremble of their own accord. The flashlight fell from his grip and cracked against the slick ground, its beam bouncing along the wall. He got down on his knees and slowly closed the eyes of the most important person in his life, his father.
HIM
He gazed upon the tragic scene before him. The child, a mere twelve, seeing his father laid out, dead, in the dank alley. The touching feeling of his gaze, so powerful for one so young. The boy's eyes were filled to the brim with mournful tears.
He smiled. This had been his favorite kill of the season so far. The pain filled screams still resonated in his head, the sounds of flesh ripping still his fondest memory.
The man was a fool to come out to investigate the "murder". The streets could be dangerous after dark, after all. Vincent had been just too proud of his work. He had known him years ago, and they had been close, but that was then. This was now. Leaving a young boy with a dead father and an absent mother, what a fool Vincent had been.
He snapped out of his thoughts as the boy turned on his heel and forcefully walked out of the alley. He was surprised. He thought the boy would have a much different reaction. With a smirk and a mock salute to the police team (unknowing of his presence), He left the scene. His grin widened as he assessed the possibilities of the scene. The infamous assassin now had a new target.
Thanks for reading this chapter! I'll try to update often, but knowing me...
Anyway, I've been thinking about doing a fic like this for a while, and I have some ideas for it
(whooo~~ ideas)
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thanks again!