Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, only my OC who has yet to be named.

Summary: What if in the beginning, Ciel wasn't the only one hurt? Caged in the basement of that cruel place painted with blood, an unusual young girl with blue eyes was planning her escape. What if, for only a minute, bright cerulean met shimmering emerald? Ciel summons Sebastian and orders the death of his captors up above. Down below? A girl is making her escape into the night.

What happens when they find each other years later?

This is the story of Kuroshitsuji retold where everyone wonders: Quid est veritas vitae? (What is the truth of life?)

Rated T for possible foul language in the future chapters :D

I couldn't feel a thing deep down inside. The chains had rubbed my ankles and wrists raw and my body ached with sleep. They deprived me of my humanity for so long and now they were going to do their worst. I was chained up to a wall when they threw her in on the floor. Her hair was midnight black and she was wearing a dirty white night gown. She looked older than me. Much older but still too small to fight. Her eyes, no matter how bad they beat her, remained a shocking bright green.

Everything used to be bright. Used to be.

She tried crawling away from the hooded figures. I could have told her that was pointless. She was covered in bruises and was crying so bad her body was shaking from the force of her sobs. She cried for them to stop. They only hurt her worse. They threw her into the cage I came in and wheeled her away, probably somewhere ghastly. I watched as she watched me. She clung to the bars and gave an unholy wail reaching for me as if I could be her savoir.

Tch. I couldn't save myself from this black hole. As if she could read my face she buckled on to the floor of her prison and cried and then she disappeared from sight.

Suddenly I crumpled onto the floor and was wrenched up by my hair. The hooded figures were quiet as they drug me to the already bloodied alter. I couldn't fight anymore. They stole everything from me. My family. My hope.

My faith.

And I began to wish them the very blackest of deaths. I even wished that I could be the one to give it to them.

I never thought my wish would be granted.

They stole me from my family. We lived modestly. They loved me so you can only imagine how hard it was to watch my mother, father, and little brother burn alive before my eyes. I know I'm different. I always have been. My mother was different too. But what we did to deserve this was beyond me.

I remember there was a boy. A young boy with beautiful cerulean eyes. I had been protesting every since they brought me here. They had cut me, beat me, strung me up by my hands and deprived me of any form of nourishment. They even burned me with some god awful mark.

They threw me into a dark room with other hooded people and I saw him, chained up on a wall. I tried crawling away from my abusers but it didn't help. It only made them angrier. His eyes stayed on me the whole time and before I knew it, they tossed me into a disgustingly filthy cage and began to wheel me away into the darkness.

My only hope was him.

I turned and reached out but the look on his face obviously read defeat.

My only hope of escaping now was gone. I was destined to die in this hell hole.

I lay weeping in the darkness as we rolled along. I heard the clanging of heavy metal and was yanked roughly from the safety of the cage by my collar and thrown into a cell. It was dark, chilly, smelt like mold and there was harsh laughter. Even a few spit on me and cursed me and my mother. Then they left, the fading jingling mocking me as my only way out hung on a finger of one of my tormentors.

I wouldn't stop. I couldn't. I didn't fear death, my mother taught me that. She once said that if you fear death then fear would be the death of you. She told me that dying in fear is worthless and to die with meaning was worth living for.

I couldn't let her words die with me in vain. All I had left to pick the lock. If I could pick it I could try to escape.

But I didn't have anything to use. My cell was bare. Nothing but floor and bars. I thought that if only I could find something small enough to grasp in my hand. Then I realized it. All I had was myself and I was desperate enough to do it.

I had to choose the right place. Somewhere no one could see it. Like my side. I believed that if I thought of my family that the pain of my own flesh being torn away by my own hand wouldn't hurt that much.

I was partially right. I bit my lips so hard I could taste blood on my tongue. My nails were a little sharp and pointy as I lifted my already dirty night gown. A part of my irregularity and I clawed at my flesh near my rib cage until I cut myself and then, with much difficulty I shut my brain down and shoved my hand in, almost fainting from the pain.

Blood coated my hand in a sticky mess and I felt the urge to throw up but I felt a rib and its pointy tip surrounded by sensitive flesh. Instead of screams I tried to settle for gasps and small yelps, and then it cracked. The tip of the bone cracked off and I withdrew my hand collapsing on the floor, my night gown soaking up blood.

But I had to get out. I drug myself to the door of my cage and stuck the white and red bone into the key hole and began to jiggle it. For a moment I thought I was going to give up and that I'd bleed to death but the door clicked and swung open.

I didn't stop. I pulled myself up onto my feet and using the walls to keep myself up I made my way out into the light. Down the hall a door was wide open and screams were heard. To my horror I saw that boy hovering a few feet off the table, in the midst of the swirling black feathers that seemed to come from no where. He was saying something but I didn't stick around. I drug myself to a nearby window, opened the door and threw myself through it and into the night and surrounding woods.

I ran and ran and I couldn't keep the tears from flowing. I couldn't believe that there were black hearted people in the world.

But then I remembered what my mother said.

Nam veritas vitae*

So there ya go. It isn't much but that's because we haven't exactly jumped into the manga :D I'm super excited about this so I'm about to attack the hell out of this story and write this the best I can! Enjoy and review!

BTW I like the use of Latin so i'll use it alot with my character and i'll have the translations here ;)

*That's the truth of life.