Chapter 1
Gravel
I watched as the boastful child came out the small glasses store, the tall man in black with a package, following closely behind him.
The child was dressed in a red and black plaid knee length shorts and a matching jacket over a white shirt. A common Victorian silk top hat nicely placed on his head. He walked boastfully like a king, just matching for his level of authority among all the men of the town! Yet... I saw him as a dog.
Yes….the queen's Watchdog
A mongrel
His little 'puppy' was behind. Of course if he was the dog then the little pet clothed in black must have been his loyal puppy. He was nearly 6 foot 5 …..or probably higher. Such a mysterious man. A mysterious one indeed. He was making my mission quite impossible. That was of course-
My mission…..to assassinate Ciel Phantomhive
I have aimed perfectly….making perfect timing…marked my target easily... .but this man….this…thing. Whether it was using a knife or a fork or even a platter?!He….he perfectly blocked my bullets in mere seconds and proceeded with his previous actions. More over...he did so like nothing i did just happened!
I growled impatiently. He knew I was trying to kill that child…I was more than sure of it that he knew his master was presently being assassinated...
Yet…it seemed as if the child himself was unaware and the pup was doing his best to make it continue that way. This was the first it had been this hard for me to murder someone-moreover a child, my superiors would surely make a mockery and be disappointed in me.
I loaded my gun and bit down hard on my cigarette as I laid on the flat surface on the top of the building as I aimed down on them and fired. At first the bullet aimed on his head and it was suddenly caught between the fingers of his servant. I paused hesitating for a spilt second from my hiding spot and to the direction I aimed, however when I was about to fire once more….that butler and I made eye contact.
I froze.
I was discovered. I reloaded the Rifle.
Advance to rule 5
I closed my eyes slowed my heart pace but I could feel his eyes piercing into me and I knew that by now he was definitely sure where I was and that I was truly aiming to kill his master. But I was an assassin. I was a murderer…..and right now…exercising rule 5 was my practice
If discovered, pause, let the mind roam on silently and wait.
I looked back up after a moment of stillness and saw them walking. I rose up and went to my bag and descended down the side of the building using the steps. I came around a curve and to a second building where I stopped before an empty area clear of civilization and pointed my gun at the child.
Do not underestimate me.
I fired once aiming but it was deflected, a next time and the same procedure followed. I fired again followed by a third aim and at least it caught the tip of the child's hat causing it to fall over. This was a distraction and I aimed and it caught the tip of his ear. I was about to fire again when I immediately had to dodge an incoming load of knives. I stepped back and reloaded aiming at him again but to my surprise he was not at the spot for the split second I lost sight and now they were gone. I hissed under my breath getting my bag heading out the door as I felt my body vibrate in fear I still couldn't believe what just happened they were on a straight road how could they have possibly disappeared so quickly. I removed the guns out my bag one by one strapping them on to my thighs and in my bosom allowing them to disappear under the dress.
Discarding the bag as soon as I was down with it holding the role of cloth and iron in my hand slipping it over my rifle putting the iron over it and opened it out the cloth opening up as my rifle transformed into a parasol.
I fixed my dress covering my legs as I blended in with the crowd as a perfect Victorian woman going about her daily life.
I went into a café watching the carriages go by as I ordered tea. i stared at the women who continued with their pitiful lives. Hair glowing like silver itself and bosom pushing out their dresses. It pitied me how women lived off the lives of men spending there money trying to look good for the men who cared nothing more than their status and horse race. I growled and began reaching for a cigarette but paused. I was now in the role of a Victorian Woman,'Middle class women do not smoke. I retracted my hand to my body and began thinking heavily. I was trying to assassinate them from 12 noon and now it was to 6 and the sun was quickly disappearing and the time was running out.
This was mission impossible….no….I just need to relax and then kill this child, I need a cup of tea. I-
Almost on cue a waiter served my tea and walked away. I placed the cup at the bridge of my lips and looked down at the black coffee I had ordered.
I was always like this, punctual, determined, never failing a mission. I was perfect. Assasination was the only thing i know and will always no. This world is a world oof eat or be eaten. Assassinating wasn't only my job, it was my aim...my life. It made me feel...human. Of course i had my fall out points. Relaxing was the only way to get my body in control...just like what i was doing now...i needed a cup of coffee to relax. I gazed at the black coffee and got ready to tilt it to my head. Something...seemed...off.
It smelt like coffee, looked like coffee…..but it definitely was not…coffee.
It was then my eyes flashed the note under the teacup that rested in the saucer. It read clearly:
I watch you as you watch me.
The cup spilled and I rose up taking my things as I rushed out the store taking my parasol with me loosing the cloth.
Filthy despicable bastard he was following me all along wasn't he! From that moment I lost sight of him.
Suddenly the killing intent reached me before the sharp object that slipped past me as I dodge it by a hair split. I felt the blood trickle down my hand as I looked at the knife that went into the dash board. I turned around a flash of black caught my eyes.
That butler!
"Lady….your arm!"
I looked down at the wound that was bleeding and took up speed in my legs running as I tried to find an area I could go.
I went into an ally way and glanced around my surroundings. At first I thought my eyes were fooling me but when I saw him plummet from above me and to the ground my body instantly froze.
Fear ram through me but reality snapped back before it take grasp of my body.
I reached into my bosom pulling out my pistol aiming at him firing. He blocked them with flatware.
Harder than rocks I grind my teeth together in disgust as he blocked my ammunition with the use of knives and forks- mere flatware?!
"For a woman you are quite good with a gun" He said finally speaking. He had a smooth voice laced with etiquette and gentleness. It had too much captivation and haughtiness. The perfect voice of an Englishman. But i wasn't one for admiration
I rather admire you begging me when your on the brink of life and your suffering covered in your cold blood and horrid shame.
I raised an eyebrow at him as I felt rage burn inside me. Is he a sexist?!
"So the mutt has personality eh?"
I replied firing again a grin across my face at my blatant comment.
He took offence to that. Whether it was that I had earlier thought he was without personality or that I compared him to that of a dog.
"She also has a foul mouth"
He said stepping closer. I growled.
This was a waste of time and bullets! Regardless of how many times I was firing and how well I did it. He was blocking them. Not only that but he was coming closer and closer to me. I reached for my pistol and fired it at him the gun powder suddenly filling the air.
Shit
I had forgotten to remove the safety. That could have damaged me but now the powder filled the air. I couldn't see but once it cleared I stepped back raising my gun.
Suddenly it was grabbed out of my hand and tossed in the distant and I was slammed against the wall not too far from my back. I looked into the face of the man that was preventing me from carrying out my mission without disruption. I was placed in the situation where I reached my thighs for my gun pulling up my dress to pull it from under the strap. His hand slapped over mines preventing it from motion. When I felt his hand at such a spot…my body screamed out and with my force I used my free hand slapping him right across the face
He wasn't expecting that
And neither were I
I looked at him and he turned to me a hint of smile across his face
Now his hand moved to around my throat, I wrapped my legs around his torso a position I had learnt on self defense.
It was a war of brute strenth an survival
Who would be overpowered
Who would live
It all depended...on which on of us...would give up first.
"Sebastian…..I had asked you to kill the person not to get intimate with them"
The voice was familiar…it was the voice of my target. I looked beyond the man in black and saw him standing there a sulked look on his face almost like a child in boredom giving me the look of pity. It made my skin crawl and I looked back at his butler who turned to him.
"My apologies my lord I will get this issue out of the way quickly."
The grip around my throat tightened and I glared at him as I felt my body getting weaker.
He was struggling with my grip but it soon loosened as now I was losing strength as I felt the pressure on my windpipe. I looked at him glaring into his eyes before I felt my body get heavy.
Sebastian released her, she was one hell of a fighter. He turned to his master smiling removing his glove as he replaced them with clean ones. He walked over to his master
"To raise your hand against a woman"
"She is the person who was trying to kill you my lord…"
"Don't you mean was" The child said as they continued walking leaving the body on the ground.
Sebastian merely smiled as he escorted his master home into the carriage that was awaiting them.
was?
I looked up into the sky…but was I really looking?
My eyes were open but could I really see?
I stared at the endless sky the moon in sight as it shined down on me in sorrow.
Why was death so late….why was he so late to come and escort me?
I lay there…
For minutes…
Hours…
It seemed like forever.
The last thing I had heard was the sound of that man walking away…it was replaced with the ruffles of leaves, the sound of the wind…carriages…doors…..animals….and silence.
Was this how I would die?
A flash of red past my eyes and I was too slow to catch up with it….whatever it was...it ignored me.
I felt so cold-I felt so lonely…time moved slow…am I dead yet?
Unitil-
"Oh~ Did I keep you waiting?"
Hands went beneath me and rose me from the ground taking me up. My body was too weak and too heavy for me to lift my head and see.
The voice was familiar…so was the scent and the aura.
I closed my eyes…..I don't care anymore… I failed my duty. But I followed rule 10...
If target is difficult and rules 1-10 have failed. Celebrate the greatest honor of an assassin...die trying.
Extra
I felt my body placed on a soft surface….my eyes slowly reopened everything blurry and disfigured. Two red eyes loomed over me and I stared back at them.
These were the eyes….
Of that butler!
I gasped but that air caused a horrid pain in my throat. I felt him pulling something over my body and then sitting on the same surface I was on. He leaned over and stared into my eyes as he tilted my chin to the angle of his gaze. I was looking directly at him.
"You're quite useful. It would be a waste to dispose of you so easily. I'll make an exchange with you though…I will give you survival….for your obedience"
I furred my eyebrows at him…I couldn't speak. But what he said was spoken as if it was some sort of contract or something. I looked at him as he smiled.
"From this day on…I'll be giving you orders….from this day on…you'll be working for the Phantomhive manor"
My eyes widened as I looked at him
W-What- Did he just say?!
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