Hey I know I should really write more often, but I guess I really have a hard time making room for writing in my spare time, but I'll try and change that, just try and bear with me. But anyway, I've recently gotten really into Kuroshitsuji and noticed that Finny doesn't really have anybody and I thought it would be fun to create my own character for him. I hope you enjoy!

All she could do was run. That's all she ever did. Escape from the world in the hopes that a better life would be waiting for her outside.

Outside. She was never allowed outside. So she could never escape. As far as she ran, Rosie was never able to make it outside. She could never escape.

But today, she thought, will be different. Today she was going to get outside and get away from the hell that surrounded her. She wanted to get away from the colour white. How she despised white, she didn't even consider it to be a real colour, being so bleak and empty as it was. Rosie knew she had to bear with it just a little longer or she'd never have her chance.

Today was laundry day, the doctors would send the laundry to be cleaned at a nearby launder's. Why they didn't just do it themselves was an enigma to Rosie. This was just a subject's escape begging to happen. It was going to be hers.

The doctors had given her an advantage over them anyway. It wasn't smart of them, but they had done it. And Rosie was going to use it to her advantage.

When nobody was looking, she slipped in the laundry hamper, making sure she didn't make a sound. The hamper had been full, so Rosie knew they were heading towards the back door where the carriage would be waiting.

The door opened with slight creak, and even under the clothes, Rosie could feel the slight nip of the cool, fresh air. It was quite different to her, she was so used to there stuffy air of the small room she was always kept in. The coolness of the air seemed to tickle her nose almost like a feather.

No, she thought frantically and pinched her nose shut. Not now. This would ruin everything. As hard as Rosie tried, she couldn't seem to contain the sneeze. It wasn't very loud, maybe they hadn't heard it. But when the hamper stopped rolling she knew she was done for.

"What was that?" One of the men asked, his voice gruff.

Someone started shifting through the clothes. Rosie shrank down, trying to escape the wandering hands of the doctor, but it was no use. They found her hair and yanked her up by a fistful of it.

Rosie let out a small whimper of pain at the man holding her hair. "It appears to be subject X-32." This one's voice was smooth yet harsh. Rosie recognized it instantly. He was the boss of the other doctors in the facility.

"What should we do with her?" Asked the gruff voice again.

"Grab the horse whip."

~~X~~

"Sebastian, please explain to me why you think another servant is needed." An irritated Ciel demanded of the butler standing before him.

Sebastian closed his eyes in slight annoyance at his master's tone, "The last ambush received by our servants didn't end as well as usual. It seems our opposition is learning. The addition of another servant would be a great help to our already strong forces meaning we would have a greater advantage over our " Sebastian hesitated slightly, looking for the right words "opposing pieces."

The Earl gave an irritated sigh, "Fine, do as you see fit. But this next one better be useful."

"Yes, my lord."Accompanied by a sweeping bow as Sebastian took his leave.

~~X~~

Rosie curled in on her self in a corner of the small dark room she had been thrown into. She winced at the pain in her back, glancing back to see the stone wall slick with her blood.

After 11 lashes with the horse whip, Rosie had stopped counting how many they gave her as the pain became harder to bear. Once that had finished they had thrown her below the facility in the small dark stone room. Her ankle had been shackled to the wall to ensure she didn't find some clever means of escape.

Rosie could feel the tears as they silently slid down her face. The cold of the stones seeping into her body, making her feel numb. The musty air around her was hard to breathe. But this was her punishment for trying to escape.

Now that she thought about it, escape seemed like such a foolish thing. Rosie may not have had much, but this was what her life was supposed to be. It was her fate, she supposed, to be trapped here. There was nothing more she could really do about it.

The clinking of the metal lock dragged Rosie out of her thoughts as she looked up at the heavy wooden door slowly creeping open.

Fear washed over as she realized, this was it. They were going to end her now. After all they couldn't use a subject who wouldn't obey.

Rosie felt choked up as the tall figure in the doorway came closer, holdong a kerosene lamp to his face.

He was different. Rosie looked at the man, astonished. He was not one of them. This man was wearing a black tailcoat and white gloves rather than the white scrubs she had seen on all the other doctors. He looked at her differently too, like she was a person rather than an experiment.

He spoke to Rosie gently, "You wish to get out of here, don't you?"

Rosie just stared at him, and he continued as if she'd answered, "I can offer you a better place to stay. You'll be paid well, and accommodated for with room and board. You'll have to work though, as that wouldn't come for free, but I'm sure it would be better than this."

Again, Rosie stared. For the second time in 5 minutes this man had shocked her. He was offering her a better place? But why? Rosie couldn't fathom a reason as to why a higher class citizen would want to help a lowly creature like her.

Shyly, the girl looked up at the butler before her and asked the one question she had always asked but never had gotten an answer, "Why me?"

The man looked at her with a smile as if speaking to a small child, "You have a very special skill I believe can be utilised well to the advantage of the young master. If you are willing of course.

"The only question now is, are you willing?"

Rosie had to think about it. The man's offer sounded to good to be true. What if he was lying? What if it was just a trap to get her to go somewhere worse than this?

But she so wanted to say yes. If he was telling the truth maybe she could actually find out what was like to be happy. Rosie had never really felt happiness before, at least not that she could remember. For as long as she could remember, Rosie had been here. Though she remembered one of the older subjects telling her what it was like to be happy. Happiness was supposed to be warm and nice, and Rosie wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like. He had also told her about love.

Rosie looked at the man again. If he was sincere she could get the chance to find happiness and maybe even love, like she always wanted to. If he was lying... But then again, what did she really have to lose?

The young girl slowly looked up at the butler.

He gave a slight smile, "I see. So that's your answer. Very well."

They were gone in the blink of an eye.