Chapter 3

I'm finally done with "work" and so they give me back my clothes and send me back to my sleeping room. I sit at my spot and wait for Alois. I sit and do what I do every day. Sulk. I think about what I could have done to stop my kidnapping, or why couldn't I have been nicer to someone one day before I was taken away, or think about how worried my parent probably are. Rather were. They have most likely moved on and done something with their lives.

When he walks in, he looks so beat tired that he might pass out in the middle of a step.

"Hey Alois. Are u too tired to talk?"

"No, it's just that all the really demanding ones came on today."

"Oh… so how's your ribs?"

"There fine, just a little sore. So any interesting happen today?

"Do we really need to talk about this? I mean there are way better things to talk about." I reply. I never like to talk about the horrors that happen every day, but Alois doesn't seem to mind at all.

"No, Ciel you need to get over it okay. This is our life, and if you want to talk we have to talk about life, so come on tell me."

"Okay" I grumble. "That weird guy who always stares at me for like 20 minutes came in today and he started to scare me. Plus that dude who is really meticulous—"

"Big words Ciel, remember who you are talking to."

"Oh shut up. The dude who likes everything to be perfect came in and screamed at me for doing everything wrong. Is that better?"

"Yes. Oh and I hate him, his expectations are too high for everyone."

"Yeah that's how lots of meticulous people are." Is said under my breath.

"Oh shut up you little moth—"

"ALOIS!" yelled a little boy as he was thrown in the room.

"Hey Luka! How are u today little brother?"

The boy stumbled over. His short legs tripping over one another while trying to run. He falls (just like all the time) flat on his face.

He lifts his head up and smiles. "I'm good." He said with his beautiful light brown hair covering his eyes. Alois and Luka had been brought here the same year. Alois had been 7, and Luka 4. Alois had been put to cleaning work with Luka, like all small children were here. They were kidnapped together. They learned the ropes of this place together. They ate, drank, and slept together. They did all of this as a team for 9 years and still are. After all this time they have become like brothers. Sometimes I wish that I had a brother, even a fake one like them, just someone to watch out for me. I guess that Alois is the closest I'll ever get to that.

"How were the kids today Luka? Did any of them cause any trouble?" Alois asked him.

"No, they all actually did a pretty good job. The water pipes got a bit loose today though. I had to go tighten it and apparently I 'didn't do it fast enough' so I got a punishment."

In this place there are two types of prisoners. There are the "sluts" and the "workers". Alois and I are a part of the "slut" group, while Luka is a "worker". Alois was deemed to have a good enough body to be in our group (as was I) but Luka was more of the cleanup kind of material. He was recently "promoted" to the lead boy who got to mostly oversee the other younger children while they worked, but he had to fix broken things around the place.

"How about you? I saw you get a beating this morning. I hate those guys. They never treat us right and hurt us for no reason. They should get punished one day. Alois if I could kill everyone who hurt you I would. I'd murder them all myself." Luka said with pure anger

"Luka don't say stuff like that. You'll get in trouble." Was Alois' response.

"But would. I'd do anything for you bro. You are my whole world. You're the only person I've got left. You are like royalty to me, your highness." Luka said. He meant it all the way from the bottom of his heart. I could tell by the look in his eyes. His big brown eyes were filled with hatred, loyalty, and most importantly love. The love between two bonded brothers.

''Thank you Luka. I'd do the same for you." Alois said.

BANG! The metal doors swung open. "Alright, everyone in there spots. I want everyone asleep in 10 minutes when I come to check on you." The man yelled.

We all scurried back to our "beds" and closed our eyes.

"Goodnight Ciel" Alois called.

"G'night"

I wake up screaming again. This time I don't have a panic attack which is nice. I get up and do my normal routine. Sit and wait for everyone to wake up.

One by one the others start to wake up. For once I see a head of light brown hair jolt up out of its sleep. Frantically looking for Alois, Luka's eyes look around in panic. He crawls over to his brother. "Alois" he says as he shakes his arm. "Bro wake up" he says in a frantic voice.

"Luka, come here" I whisper.

He crawls over to me. "What's the matter?" I ask genuinely worried.

"I had a nightmare." He says in an innocent tone. Of course I then ask, "What was it about?"

"There were policemen everywhere. They were trying to help but they really didn't help at all. All of them got shot and died. And then some of the men here said that I called them, even though I didn't. Then one of them had Alois in his arms with a gun to his head…" he stopped to sniffle and wipe his tears. "Then th–the man sh–sh–shot him in the head and he said it was all my fault!" He was sobbing by the time he was done.

I pulled him into my lap and hugged the 13 year-olds head to my chest. "Oh Luka, that's not going to happen okay. Alois isn't going to die. Not now at least." I tried to say in the most comforting tone that I could. I knew that this kid will never be alright. He was brought here at 4. He probably doesn't remember much else from this. Maybe his mother's face and the house he lived in, but he couldn't remember anything more than that most likely.

I got up and walked over to Alois. I knew just how to wake him up. I bent down, looked into his peaceful sleeping face and then down his torso. He is so cute when he's sleeping. Then I took my finger and jabbed it right into his bruised rib.

"OOOWWWW" he screamed in pain.

He looked down and clasped his hand over his throbbing rib. "What the fuck was that for?" he asked.

"I didn't want you to get a broken rib so I woke you up. Oh and Luka's crying so go comfort him before-"

The door swung open right then and the men came in to wake the rest of us up.

We did the same thing as every day. We ate our mush got our "bath" and now we are getting our pills.

They give us this drug every day to make sure that we don't resist the clients. It gives us this dreadful high so that we are still responsive, and even though we mentally know what is going on, our bodies don't have the strength to resist.

I walk up the stairs with Alois in front of me. I turn to the right and there is the door with the guards standing in front of it. They all have guns. Big guns, little guns, strong guns, weak guns, manual guns, and automatic guns. Just an out every gun there is has been held by the hand of a man who works here.

I turn to my right and I see Luka sweeping the floors. He looks up and smiles at me and his brother. That big goofy grin plastered on his face. His bangs were hanging in his face like always.

Then I hear the door to the right swing open and stomping. I see the man next to Luka freeze. His eyes went wide and his body rigid. Suddenly he pulled Luka into a head lock. I turn my head towards the door and there are dozens of FBI agents coming in at a time. The one with a big grey moustache holds out his gun and yells "ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE PUT YOUT HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD"

The drugs are starting to kick in. Everything starts to go fuzzy, but what I see next is something that neither I nor Alois will ever forget. We will remember this moment clear as day forever. I turn my head to the left again and see Luka's terrified face. The man holding him looks crazy.

"SIR LET GO OF THE BOY AND PUT YOU HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD" I hear from behind me.

The man looks at me. His eyes bore into mine. It hurts to keep looking, but I can't help it. Then his line of sight changes to Alois. Alois looks devastated, like he knows what's happening next.

In the blink of an eye the man's grip on his gun tightens as Luka mouths "Your Highness"

The gun goes off.

Then all hell breaks loose.


Hey everyone. So how was this chapter? I know these chapters are kind of short and slow, but the next one will be longer. I PROMISE THAT. Please review and let me know how I'm doing and what I could improve on (but that list could go on forever). Thanks for reading. I'll update next Friday.