A Thread
CrossAcademy22
Darkness.
The word played repeatedly in my head for every second of the day, even now.
Every second of the day ever since the moment I opened my eyes to find myself in a cage.
A cage along with children who had glassy, emotionless eyes.
Were they even living humans, I wondered.
My days within the darkness of that place were filled with fear, cold, starvation, and searching for something to hold on to as I helplessly lied amongst urine and filth.
And blood. Gallons of them.
There were masked people cloaked in black.
They come and go.
I saw one of them pulled a little girl from a cage and dragged her onto the altar in the middle of the room.
I knew what they wanted to do to her. They were going to kill her, just like they did the other children.
She seemed soulless as she was being roughly dragged, and perhaps for her death was better.
I'd closed my eyes then.
And waited.
My trembling hands moved to cup my ears as soon as those sickening stabs were heard, along with a scream which soon died out. I've heard countless screams ever since I woke up.
But even so, tears streamed down my dirty face without me realizing it.
Why was I crying?
Fear, perhaps. Fear of me being the next one placed on that stone table.
I do not want to die. Not yet.
But mother and father... are dead.
Wait... dead?
Dead. Dead. Dead...
I feel like... urgh...blergghhhh...!
Oh no…I vomited again… they'll get angry again. But the floor is already so dirty any way.
My body feels so warm...maybe I had contracted a cold...and my asthma...
Wait.
What... is that?
I thought I saw a man walking towards me. I could not see very clearly...
I closed my eyes. My head feels heavy.
Clank!
My heart skipped a beat.
Oh no! No! No!
This cage is being opened! Don't take me! Please!
I shaped myself into a ball and stayed in one corner.
My whole body trembled with fear and my heart was beating so fast I could hear them in my ears.
Please don't take me! Please!
Clank!
I looked up and saw a fragile boy being dragged away. He screamed.
They didn't take me.
My heart slowed down.
I collapsed against the bars.
I don't know how many days had passed. They had covered this cage with cloth.
I can't see anything.
Light suddenly protruded my eyes when someone lifted a part of the cloth to see me.
Two masked men looked at me and smirked.
They laughed when I backed away into the dark as if the light scorched my skin.
'This is worth more than two people!'
Coins clinked, and it was dark again.
I feel so weak. Someone... I want water... food... God...
Chink!
The chains… it hurts as I tried to move my leg. Is that…blood on my ankle?
Why doesn't anybody come to our rescue?
Does nobody care?
Why...?
Once more, the cloth was lifted and light blinded my eyes.
Clank!
A strong hand grabbed my arm and my heart dropped.
Fear.
No!
'Argh! No! Please!'
Laughs.
My legs scraped against the rough floor. Someone unlatched the chain around my ankle.
I trashed around weakly, but I couldn't escape.
'No! Help! Someone! Help me!'
I was lifted onto the altar.
'Don't! Help me! Help!'
More laughs.
There were no faces, only black masks surrounded me. Like a flock of giant ravens.
A woman looked at me with a sneer.
I shot an arm out to her frantically.
'Help!'
She laughed; red-painted lips hidden behind a feathered fan.
More hands grabbed me. My legs, my arms, my shoulders.
They turned me on my stomach. The hem of my shirt was pulled up to my neck, and I shivered when the cold air attacked my skin.
Please. Someone. Please...help...stop it...
'Let me go! Let me go! Let me out of here!'
More hands held me down. My weak body was helpless.
'Let us give you the mark of a noble beast!'
'ARRRRGHHHHHH!'
Pain. It's unbearable.
Stop it! Just stop it!
My back felt like it was burning. A smell of burning flesh wafted in the air.
All around me were laughter.
I writhed in pain. No voice but tears came out.
The hands grabbed me again, without a notice to my suffering.
I was thrown into the dirty, grimy cage once more.
A chain around my ankle.
I lay motionless in the cage for such a long time that I didn't know how much time had passed.
It might have been hours.
Days.
A week.
I didn't care.
I was too weak, too in pain to move.
My back…
My head heavy, my body cold.
I want to go home.
Father, mother, God, please...
Why?
Why was there no one?
No one came to our rescue.
Right then and there, I came to believe in one thing.
There is no such thing as God.
If this is my fate, what have I done to deserve this?
Someone.
Anyone.
Let me out...
Clank!
A hand reached into the cage.
I backed away, pathetically tried to hide between the other children.
'Stop it! I want to go home!'
It found me and grabbed my leg. I was dragged out.
My dirty nails scraped against the floor as I tried to grab onto something.
'No! Please! Help! Anyone!'
Tears streamed down my face.
I was horrified.
They put me once again on the altar.
I thrashed around helplessly but the hands were strong.
Stronger than last time.
A stout man came up to the table.
My eyes went wide with fear when I saw what he was holding.
A small blade. Sharp.
Death.
The very word struck a chill down my spine.
Everything happened too fast and the last thing I saw was the blade being raised high.
'ARRRGHHHHHH!'
The pain I felt was much greater than the burn they gave me last time.
The blade went deep within the flesh of my stomach.
Blood gushed out of my mouth. They flowed and flowed in streams out of my flesh.
Why...?
Why am I so weak? Why am I here right now?
What sin am I paying for?
Kill... Kill... Kill... Kill...
There is… no such thing as God...
Kill... Kill... Kill... Kill... Kill...
There is no such thing as God…
Kill...
There is no such thing as God!
I want them dead! ...
All of them!
There were gasps.
The room fell silent.
The pain was lifted.
My view darkened.
Am I...dead?
That was when I heard it.
A voice. That sweet, sweet voice.
'Oh... quite the small master you are.
You have summoned me. This fact will not change for eternity.
What has been sacrificed will never be returned.
Now... choose.'
Help came.
It was not God. He had forsaken me.
It was a demon.
I was willing to give up anything.
Anything to escape this Hell.
My soul. I have no need for it.
'This is an order! Kill them!'
The demon, wrapped in shadows, danced around splattering the crimson of blood everywhere, killing them all.
It disgusted me.
It disgusted me even more when I realized I was trembling.
Clop. Clop.
The demon loomed before me.
'What is your name?' it asked.
I had summoned a demon.
The contract had been formed.
I am on the wrong path, am I not?
But I cannot turn back.
'My name is… Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive. The successor to the title of Earl Phantomhive.'
I felt weak. I felt like falling.
However I don't want to show it in front of this demon.
He snickered. Can he see through me?
'I see. That will be fine. Then, I shall take a form suitable of being in service to an Earl.'
He's a demon.
But I don't care. Anyone is fine.
He took a step out of the darkness he was enveloped in.
Clop. Clop.
Oh... he had taken another form.
That of a gentleman. How very funny.
He stepped out with the appearance of a human, but his eyes portrayed the fiend he is.
The demon he is.
The back of his left hand bears the seal of our contract, as do my eye.
The contract. I will never pass through the gates of Heaven or Hell.
My soul was no longer mine.
I left happiness behind.
I cannot turn back.
And I don't regret it.
'Well then, give me any order and I shall obey it, my Lord.'
I was saved. By a demon.
A demon that I named Sebastian.
My demon.
My butler.
He belongs to me, and no other.
I was weak, but not anymore.
I will take revenge.
Revenge on those who have stained me and the name of the Phantomhive family.
Until every single one of them is gone, I will continue to live, under this wretched name of mine.